a compilation of short cute little y/n moments i put together over the years for all the boys n girls of hogwarts!! i hope u enjoy n dont forget to comment n leave feedback it might inspire me to continue this 🧿👄🧿 PLS REMEMBER I WAS LIKE 16 AND...
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The doors of the Great Hall opened and you stumbled in with the others. Professor McGonagall walked us in-front of the sorting hat. Before the sorting started, the white bearded professor announced couple of things. He talked something about the dark forest and the third floor corridor - you were too anxious to listen properly. You tried to swallow your nervousness, but as you glanced at your twin-brother, you noticed, he seemed to be as nervous as you.
"When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses". McGonagall spoke neutrally and then shouted the first name. The names went on for a while. Then suddenly, you heard a familiar name - it made your heart skipped a beat.
"Ronald Weasley"
Your brother slowly crept next to the professor and sat down to the chair. He looked terrified.
"Ha! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you... Gryffindor!", satisfaction showed on my brothers face as McGonagall lifted the sorting hat from his head.
"Y/N Weasley!". It took you a few seconds before you dared to step to the hat and it was placed on your red haired head. First the hat started making confusing sounds. It was like, the sorting hat wasn't sure at all, where to put you.
"Interesting. A Weasley with a courageous heart, but with a cunning and clever head. Ability to control people just with a strong mind. You're not like your brothers, not at all, you're more unique. Ah, yes, Slytherin!". What? No, you couldn't possibly be a Slytherin. Surely, the hat sorted me into a wrong house. You were a Gryffindor - you had to be!
All of the Slytherins started clapping - most of them with a confusion on their faces. Disorder started to rule the hall as you saw how my brothers jumped up from their seats, begging for a re-do.
Your panicking eyes looked at professor McGonagall.
"Miss Weasley, the hat is never wrong. Now please, take your seat", she said neutrally. Unsurely, you started to tread to the Slytherin table. You sat down and shyly introduced yourself to some of the students. You were frightened.
