George Weasley x Reader

Chapter 2 - The Sorting Ceremony.

The three of you lept off the train leaving your luggage and Giddeon on the train to be carried up later. You and the other First years were met by a huge man holding a lantern,

"Firs' years this way! Follo' me Firs' years!" He lead the excited gaggle of students to a small league of boats,

"Three to one boat! An' don' fall in!" You and the twins took up a boat. Fred holding the light with you and George rowing. With a grinding noise your boat came ashore and you waited for the others to cross the dark water. As soon as all the students were huddled in the small island the giant knocked on the large wooden door and a tall slender woman opened it inwards.

"Thank you Hagrid," She began "Now, if you could all follow me."

You all immediately started pushing, jostling and tripping to follow the woman inside, the door way was not really big enough for forty students and you were now permanently squeezed between the twins.

"Sandwich!" George whispered, you tried to laugh but you were too tightly wedged.

You all stumbled up a third long corridor and second long stair case, then the group came to an abrupt halt as the students in front were told to stop and wait at the top.

"Good evening, I am Professor McGonagall. In moment you will all go through to the Great Hall and you will be placed in your correct house, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." She opened the large doors wide and marched in, the small party drifting nervously behind her. She marched up to the front where the Sorting Hat sat on a stool.

McGonagall started to read out in sir-name-alphabetical-order. Being 'Munford' you were somewhere in the middle. Thankful you weren't first or last you nervously watched on.

"Munford, (Y/N)." You made your way steadily toward the stall and took a seat. McGonagall placed the hat on your head covering your eyes and ears.

"Mmm, a Munford, but not by blood aye, but the traits of one. Confident, clever, loud and quite the joker, but ahh - now what this. Calculated, cunning, ambitious. You will achieve great things no doubt," all of this was, you realised with a jolt, he was saying in your head, " Well, it better be Slytherin." The hat shouted the last word out loud and the table with silver and green hangings erupted with cheers. You strutted over to the table and took a seat between two third year boys. They were both looking at you and smirking but they said nothing.

You caught George's eye. He looked dissapointed. You shrugged and smiled at him.

You watched the sorting but didn't listen you saw people go up and it down amongst one of the tables you cheered loudly When you gained a new member. A name brought you out of your daydream;

"Weasley, Fred."

You saw him look over at you and you smiled encouragingly, he strode up and the hat barely touched his head,

"GRYFFINDOR!"

He ran over and joined Percy's left side, George's name was called and he too was a Gryffindor. You sighed, slightly dissapointed that neither were in your house. But what did you expect, they said all their brother's been in Gryffindor as well as their parents. Come to think of it, what houses had your parents been in?

After another ten maybe fifteen minutes the sorting was over, then the Headmaster stood and told you all to enjoy the feast you dug in hungrily and spoke to the girl opposite you, Ruby, she semed alright, a little distant but alright. After you had all eaten your fill of chicken, potatoes, peas, carrots, sausages, ice-cream, jelly and fruit Dumbledore sent you all up to bed.

The group of new Slytherins chatted animatedly as you were all lead down to the Common Room.

"Fludging will be this terms password," announced the Prefect that had lead you down stairs to what must be the dungeon, you and Ruby staying close together. He turned to a blank stretch of wall and recited the password.

The wall fell aside revealing a grand room lavishly decorated with dark greens, black and a touch of silver. The room must be under the lake because it was dimly lit and bathed in a mossy light from a large window opposite the entrance.
The prefect directed the other first years to their rooms and then left himself.
"Is he yours? He's beautiful." Ruby enquired looking longingly at Giddeon who was perched beside your bed.
"Yeah, he is. He's called Giddeon.
He was waiting on top of his cage which had been left by the cupboard next to your bed. You went over and stroked him before struggling out of your robes and pulling on some pyjamas before getting out a quill and parchment to write home.