Life of a Ravenclaw ( Harry Potter x Ravenclaw!reader)

Ch 3. The Sorting

It seemed like no time had passed and before I knew it, all the first years were chittering around the great hall, anxiously waiting for their name to be called for sorting. Sensing the nerves that were radiating off of me, Hermione reached for my hand and squeezed it tightly while her other hand was squeezing Ron's. I could see the faint blush dusted across her face as she looked straight forward and pretended everything was normal. I was just about to nudge her and laugh when I felt a tight grip on my other hand. As much as I tried to keep my cool, there was an evident blush plastered on my (s/c) face. I looked over to my right and saw Harry's flushed face. All these thoughts left my head when I heard my name being called
by professor McGonagall. I slowly walked up. My palms were sweaty and my whole body was shaking. I glanced over to my brother and he gave me a thumbs up. Looking over to my sister who gave me a warm, loving smile, a sat on the stool. After a few minutes of the hat muttering nonsense over my head, I heard the words I dreaded the most. "Better be, RAVENCLAW!" The welcoming smile that was on my sister's face was soon replaced with a glare full of....full of something I was too scared to name hatred. Maybe we were okay. Maybe. Hopefully. I joined the other Ravenclaws, taking a seat next to my brother. He leaned in close to me and whispered,"sorry you had to end up like me but you'll be fine. Just don't expect (s/n) to be as friendly to you. She's more pro-slytherin anti-every-other-house than mom is. We'll talk later but let's finish watching the sorting. I watched as Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sorted into Gryffindor. As much as I wanted to be with them, being in Ravenclaw was bad enough. Being in the rival house would most likely lead to consequences I'd never want to consider. When the sorting was over and everyone was occupied with the mountains of food and dessert in front of them, I snuck over to the slytherin table to try and reason with my sister. " hey! (S/n)! Please talk to me!" She quickly snapped her head to look at me and I knew that what ever she was going to say wasn't good.