𝐂𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜 & 𝐈

3- all sorted

Thursday, September 4th, on the sorting hat stool

"Gryffindor or Hufflepuff?" 

The Sorting Hat's question echoed loudly in my head, and I suddenly wondered if it was expecting me to answer. I was dangerously close to calling the whole thing off and ripping the old thing off my head, but decided against it, as that wouldn't be completely rational. Besides, the hat probably didn't want to be on my head any more than I did! I just hoped it would say something. Anything, really.  Preferably in the next decade. A few more moments passed and I recalled my previous conversation with George about giving the hat input when it's undecided. But what house would I ask it to be in? Also, this hat seemed to know more about me than I knew about myself. So I just kept sitting there quietly, my eyes closed. But, since the thing obviously was a mind-reader, I ordered it to make a decision soon or I would throw it on the ground. That seemed to get its attention, because it finally spoke again. "Not sure, are you?" No, hat, obviously not. Although you don't seem to be very good at your only job! Because really, how hard could it possibly be to read someone's mind and say ONE WORD? I seemed to have finally knocked some sense into the thing, because only a couple  seconds later, it finally spoke up.  "You are quite a spirited one...so... better be... GRYFFINDOR!" 

I let out an exhale, and smiled with a mix of relief that it was over, and pride from being able to command the hat so easily. When the damn thing was finally taken off my head, I scurried down to the Gryffindor table where I found Fred and George cheering obnoxiously too loud and slid in the seat next to them.  

"Well done, Lucy," said George.

"Yeah, never doubted you for a second!" said the other twin with a cheeky grin. I rolled my eyes at them, but deep down was pretty glad that I already seemed to have made some sort of acquaintanceship with at least semi-normal people who seemed nice so far. But you never know, they could turn out to be psychopaths. I have heard tons of stories from my older brother Thomas who works in the Magical Congress (MACUSA) about dark wizards who worked with him as spies, and weren't discovered until a year later. So that could totally be the case for Fred and George and Ron and Hermione and Ha- eh, maybe not Harry. I mean, he did defeat Voldemort...but, one can never be too cautious.

"I have only two words to say to you." Dumbledore's loud voice projected from the stage, his arms wide open. "Tuck in."

Rows and rows of different foods suddenly appeared on the tables, and I realized just how hungry I was. Eagerly, I scooped a heap of mashed potatoes onto my plate and began to eat. I guess it's true that stress makes you hungry.

"So, Lucy, excited for the year?" asked Hermione, who was sitting across from me in between Harry and Ron. 

"Yeah, definitely! But it'll be kind of weird being the only new student in our year, though. I didn't even think about that before today." When I finished answering, I went to pour some pumpkin juice in my cup, as it was one of many things on the table I had never tried before. But it was heavier than I thought, and I ended up spilling some all over the front of my robes, so I took them off and threw them under the table exasperatedly. 

"Oh, don't listen to whatever nonsense Fred and George have filled your head with. You'll be fine!" She said, directing the former part directly at Fred.

"Makes sense that Fred and George would want to befriend you," said Ron.  "Cause you're a transfer student, and all." I stared at him, confused. "They've been looking for new subjects to test their Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes products on ever since Mum trashed all of their stocks earlier in the summer."

"Ron! How could you ever think such a thing! We have absolutely no ulterior motive in befriending Lucy!" exclaimed Fred.

"Oh, so that's why you asked me to help you with your pranks this year. I see..." I remarked, looking very disappointed.