Weasley Boys ✓

Triwizard Tournament // Edited

I fiddled with my tie as I tried to get it to sit straight on my collar. My long brown hair kept getting caught in it and when I had eventually got frustrated and tugged at it, it had bent and wouldn't go back to what it was like before. When it refused to co-operate, I rolled my eyes and stared down at the Gryffindor table.

There they were; the Weasley boys. Fred was up to no good again, his eyes narrowed as he aimed something at his younger brother, Ron. George cracked a smile as it landed, a fizzing sound and smoke coming out of their brother's collar. The pair of them laughed as Ron squealed.

The room quietened as Professor McGonagall entered with the First Years. She lined them up and then walked towards the front, where the Sorting Hat was laid upon the top of a stool. It opened its mouth, wherever it was, and began to sing.

"A thousand years or more ago,

When I was newly sewn,

There lived four wizards of renown,

Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,

Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,

Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,

Shrewd Slytherin, from fin.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,

They hatched a daring plan.

To educate young sorcerers,

Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders,

Formed their own house, for each

Did value different virtues,

In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were,

Prized far beyond the rest;

For Ravenclaw, the cleverest,

Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were,

Most worthy of admission;

And power-hungry Slytherin,

Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide,

Their favorites from the throng,

Yet how to pick the worthy ones,

When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,

He whipped me off his head.

The founders put some brains in me,

So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,

I've never yet been wrong,

I'll have a look inside your mind,

And tell where you belong!"

I clapped with the rest of the hall as it stopped; the song he sang each year was different. Presumably, it must be lonely and boring being a magical hat.

Professor McGonagall began to call out the names of the First Years. The first sat down and was instantly named a Ravenclaw. I clapped with enthusiasm as the first Gryffindor arrived, face flushed from excitement. I thought back to my own Sorting; the hat had taken such a long time that I had thought it'd gone to sleep. I had burst out into tears when it finally sorted me into Gryffindor.