House of Avery is a pure-blooded wizarding family and one of the Sacred Twenty-eight. They are also known by The Noble and most ancient House of Avery owing to their status as one of the oldest and wealthiest families in Wizarding Britain, akin to the Houses of Black and Lestrange.
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YEAR 1
Scene: The Avery Mansion, Just After Receiving Their Hogwarts Letters
The sun poured through the tall windows of the Avery Mansion, illuminating the opulent decor as Rosalyn Selene Avery and Sirius Orion Black danced around the vast entrance hall, their laughter ringing off the marble floors. Clutching their Hogwarts letters tightly, they spun in circles, hands clasped together, too excited to stand still.
"I can't believe we're really going!" Rosalyn exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "We're going to Hogwarts together!"
Sirius grinned widely, his enthusiasm infectious. "This is going to be the best adventure ever! Just imagine the magic, the feasts, and all those enchanted creatures!"
They paused to catch their breath, beaming at each other. In that moment, nothing else mattered-just two best friends on the brink of something incredible.
"Do you think they'll sort us into the same house?" Rosalyn asked, a hint of worry creeping into her voice.
"Of course! The Sorting Hat wouldn't dare separate us," Sirius replied, waving a hand dismissively. "We're practically inseparable! We'll always be together."
"Right!" Rosalyn nodded, her confidence returning. "I'm sure we'll have our own adventures."
As the days passed and they prepared for their departure, Rosalyn couldn't shake the feeling of anxiety brewing beneath her excitement. The thought of being sorted into Slytherin like every other Avery loomed over her like a storm cloud. She glanced at Sirius, who seemed oblivious to her worries, his mind racing with visions of Quidditch matches and exploring the Forbidden Forest.
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Scene: Hogwarts, Sorting Ceremony Night
The Great Hall sparkled with candlelight, and the long tables were filled with students eagerly awaiting the Sorting Ceremony. Rosalyn's heart raced as she sat next to Sirius, who was buzzing with anticipation. As each name was called, she felt her stomach twist tighter.
When her name finally rang through the hall, she stood up, trembling slightly. She walked to the front, the weight of her family's expectations pressing down on her. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head, and she felt a rush of voices inside her mind.
"Hmm... a bit of courage, a touch of daring... but you're not like the others in your family..."
"Please," she whispered, a plea for understanding. "I want to be brave."
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