Duo Of Chaos

Chapter III: The Sorting

Y/n Pov

For some reason, once we arrive at Hogwarts, most of the other first years are terrified.

A boy next to me, with blond hair and mossy green eyes, has a frightened look plastered on his face. "I heard that for the Sorting you have to complete a challenge." he whispers to Chrome.

I stifle a laugh. Was Mr. George still telling that lie? You would think they know the truth by now!

The headmistress (Minerva McGonagall) comes to retrieve us and leads us to the Great Hall. All the other years are already sitting at the tables, which are no longer separated by houses. Banners depicting each house and their symbol hang from the ceiling, dripping down to the ground. My gaze stays on the silver snake. Since the chosen one's time, the hatred towards Slytherins had started to fade. I suppose Draco Malfoy had a huge influence on that, considering he had helped Harry win the battle.

The headmistress clears her throat, tapping her wand on the desk. "Attention students." Everyone turns to her. "Let the sorting begin."

The chattering amongst the first years begins to die down, but I don't really pay attention too much. There doesn't seem to be much order in how they call up students.

The headmistress unrolls a piece of parchment (I really don't know why they're so old fashioned still) and says "First to be sorted...". Most first years seem to shrink back in fear, hoping they weren't called. "Ginro Langham!"

The nervous boy groans and begrudgingly walks to the front. The headmistress pulls out the Sorting Hat and places it on his head. There's a chorus of relieved sighs from the other first years.

"Slytherin!" The Hat shouts. I don't know how someone that nervous is a Slytherin, but I suppose the Hat always knows.

The headmistress lists a few names, all extras whom I don't know, before saying "Chrome Fox."
Chrome walks off and I cross my fingers in my sleeves. He stood out, still in his muggle outfit, but then again, robes were now only required during classes. The Hat sits on his head for at least two minutes, then decides "Ravenclaw!"

I give him a thumbs up as he walks to a spot on a table.

Senku is called up next and he looks as though he wants this to be over right now. The Hat doesn't even touch his head when it shouts "Ravenclaw!" Oh, that's good, at least Chrome and Senku will be together.

The other first years slowly filed away until I am the last one waiting. The talking had almost become silent, everyone looking at me.

"And finally," the headmistress says, still looking at the parchment, although it's no longer necessary, "Y/n Asagiri."

Everyone begins to whisper yet again, and I suddenly know exactly how the chosen one had felt.
The Hat begins to murmur the second it's placed on my head. "How peculiar, Ms. Asagiri, how strange indeed."

"Peculiar how?" I ask, in my head of course, that would be weird if I asked aloud.

"You are very cunning, Ms. Asagiri, and will do almost anything to reach your goals,"

"So put me in Slytherin," I impatiently think. I'm twelve, I don't have a long attention span.

"However you're brave and hotheaded, traits of a Gryffindor." The Hat trails on.

"Oh please don't put me in Gryffindor!" I mentally whine. I didn't have a problem with Gryffindor, I knew plenty of people who were in that house, but I knew me better than others!

"Are you certain about that?"

"Yes, of course I'm certain!" I think, my patience thinning so much you could see through it. You know, if patience was a seeable thing.

"Well then Ms. Asagiri, you are in for quite a shock." I don't have a chance to think of what that could possibly mean when the hat calls out "Slytherin!"

I sit next in whatever spot is open, busy wondering what the hat could mean, as the headmistress stands again, having put the Hat away.