What ever you do, don't get sorted into Gryffindor
"Malfoy, Cassandra" Professor McGonagall said as she called out my name. I looked back at Lucius nervously, he was sitting at the Slytherin next to Narcissa. He remained stone faced as he nodded slightly. I gulped as I scurried to her and sat on the stool before having the Sorting Hat placed on my head. I sat there silently as the hat babbles. I was however drawn out of my thoughts by the sound of the Hat yelling GRYFFINDOR. I watched as most of the people at Gryffindor table cheered. But I wasn't looking at them as I walked off the stage. I was looking at my brother who had a nasty look of disappointment and disapproval painted on his face. I walked past a group of boys and to my surprise one of them grabbed my sleeve. I looked down to see a familiar boy. I couldn't quite place where I knew him from. "Do I know you?" I asked as I turned my body so it was facing him. "I think we met in passing, my name is Sirius Black" he said as he patted the spot next to him and I took a seat.
