Bite your tongue

The sorting ceremony

The grassy feilds wizzed by the window that Ian sat next to, the rattling of the old train was drowned out from the laughter and talk of his brother and sister's friends, the air was getting stuffy. "Going for a walk." Ian opted for and left the cart, he ran his hand through his ginger hair and walked along the hallway.

"Oi, ginger, how many souls do gingers have? As many freckles as they have! HAH!" The guy from a cart Ian passed shouted, he stopped and backed up. He stood in the door way, looking at the guy with black hair, obviously the same age as him, because he, like Ian, already had his first year robes on. He was sat by himself in the cart, no guess why.

"The fuck you still looking at ginger?"

"Oh nothing, but your obnoxious personality which has taken up every inch of the entire cart." He smirked at the guy.

"Well, are you going to stand there like a tool, or are you gonna come and join me?"

"I don't even know you yet, plus calling me ginger is insulting."

"Whatever, are you gonna fucking sit or what?"

Ian entered the cart, and sat opposite him. He held his hand out, "I'm Ian, Ian Gallagher." The guy shook it, but froze mid shake.

"Gallagher, like the dude who got a blow from Karen while helping the muggle with some peice of crap homework?" Ian nodded, "Yeah, that's Lip, my brother." The guy nodded and let go of Ian's hand.

"I'm Mickey Milkavich, and don't pussy out on me know you know my name. Alright Gallagher?" Ian nodded and stayed silent, Mickey smirked and sat back in the seat. The sky was golden, and the grassy fields had turned into flat rocks and smooth land. The door opened and someone grabbed Ian's arm to lift him up.

"Ian, the hell you doing talking to the Milkavich kid? Do you want your head smashed in by dinner? Come on, we'll be arriving soon and you have to stay with Lip and I." Fiona rushed, Ian looked back at the cart, but the door had slammed shut the moment he left. A frown tugged on his face, as he entered the other cart.

The train slowed to a stop, and the sky outside was dark. Everyone got their stuff and got off the train, it was a jumble of flying limbs, shouting and talking.

"First years, over here. Over here first years!" A deep, sore voice shouted, it came from a large man, holding a light. He was 7 foot tall at least, and kind of fat, but he had a nice, kind face and called himself Hagrid.

After the boat ride along the black lake to under the castle, everyone left the boats in the docks and made their way up into the castle and found themselves outside a set of big wooden doors, chatter and scraping of chairs could be heard. Ian felt someone tug on the back of his robes and turned to see Mickey stood behind him, looking a little disgrudged.

"Why didn't you freak the fuck out when I told you who I was? You didn't freak out like the bitch who pulled you away!" Mickey said, watching Ian closely.

"First off, I don't judge people by their families, and second off that 'bitch' is my sister, don't say a bad word against my family, and I won't yours. I didn't freak out because I know people aren't always what they seem like." Ian replied, watching Mickey watch him. Mickey shrugged and began to turn away when a lady stood infront of them in mindnight blue robes, her blond hair wild but tamed.

"Welcome to Hogwarts everybody! I am professor Lovegood, and we are about to enter the Great Hall, where you will be sorted into your oprative houses and join your classmates! The four houses are Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Gryffindor!" Professor Lovegood turned and opened the doors and the first years all followed her, and lined up to be called for the sorting. In turn all the first years went up, when it came to Ian he turned to face his brother and sister who were sat at the Gryffindor table, he turned and sat on the stool, the last person he saw before the hat slipped over his eyes was Mickey, one of the few boys left to be sorted.

Having the hat poke his head, Ian squrmed, the thoughts of Slytherin and Gryffindor running curcits. "HUFFLEPUFF!" Ian blinked, he shook his head. But the hat was removed. And his new house cheered for him. No. No! I can't be! Ian shook his head again as he sat at the cheering housemates, he looked over at the Gryffindor table, his brother and sister looked shocked, but not nearly as much as himself. He searched for Mickey and caught his watching him.

Mickey's name was called up, he was close to last, after him was a few weird looking girls and guys. Mickey sat on the stool, the hat was big, but it fitted his head almost perfectly. He was so confused about Ian and everything, he didn't regester when the hat shouted Slytherin, only when it was plucked from his head and he moved swiftly to his new almost family, did it hit him. He was alone, and so was Ian.