Enchanted ||Losers Club at Hogwarts

Two

Stan-
Stan wasn't ready. Looking at the hat made him uncomfortable. It was ripped and wrinkled in random places with scuffs spattered even more randomly. It made his fingers twitch, made him want to wash it and sew it up. As he walked up to the stool after the boy's fit he straightens his tie for what seemed to be the thousandth time that night. He looked over at Richie at the Slytherin table nervously. His best friend smiled and gave him two thumbs up. Stan gulped and continued up the steps. Please put me with Richie, please.
He sat down on the stool, making sure he sat in the dead center. The professor put the hat on his head and as soon as she let go Stan went to straighten it. The hat chuckled.
You're an easy one!
Slytherin?
What? Of course not, why would you want to go there?
Because that's where my best friend is.
Well, I'm sorry, kiddo, but you're....
"RAVENCLAW!" Stan felt all the blood drain from his face and his gaze immediately went to Richie. His mouth hung open, the worst look of sadness and disappointment on his face. Stan assumed he looked the same.
"But Richie..." he whispered.
"Well, are you going to your table?" The headmaster asked humorously. Stan turned to look at him.
"But-"
The headmaster gave him a look and Stan knew there was no changing the product of this situation. Stan sighed and turned to his table with his head down. Before he left he heard the man whisper something to him.
"You'll be able to see him after classes until the six pm curfew." Stan mentally noted that. Stan sadly sat down at the table, immediately looking over to Richie, who he saw was looking right at him. He gave his friend a sad smile. He felt the person next to him elbow him.
"Why are you so sad?" She asked. She was a pretty Asian girl, Stan recognized her from the train ride.
"I wanted to be in Slytherin with my best friend." He sighed, still looking at Richie. "I should've known that I wouldn't get in. I'm not even a pureblood. But he isn't either, it isn't fair."
The girl put her hand on the moping child's back. "Hey kid, it's okay. It's not like you won't have any classes together or won't ever see each other."
"But I won't be able to be as good of friends with him anymore."
"Why not?"
"We won't be able to spend all day together like we used to. We were always together and we both knew everything either of us did. But now it won't be like that."
"One of my best friends is a Hufflepuff and we still see each other a lot. We are still amazing friends. You'll still be great friends with him."
"But it won't be the same... What if we drift apart? What if he makes better friends in his own house? What if he forgets about me?" The girl went quiet for a second.
"If he's really your friend he won't ever forget you. And sure he might make his own friends but you'll always be one of them." Stan looked up at her and gave her a weak smile.
"Thanks." What she said didn't really change how he felt though. He still would miss and worry about Richie. Suddenly giant plates of food appeared in front of them. Stanley jumped back from the dishes, startled.
The girl laughed. She began piling food onto her plate, like the others around the hall. He looked over at Richie again who looked at the food and then up at him, shocked. Stan knew Richie had never seen anywhere close to as much food as this in his life, hell, sometimes his parents even forgot to feed the kid. Stan watched as Richie turned to the student next to him and say something, probably asking if he was allowed to touch it. Stan knew from sleepovers at Richie's that most the time if there was food like this out it was for his parents or guests, and the boys weren't allowed to touch any of it. Those were most of the times Richie went unfed, when his parents were preparing meals for guests. Stan looked back down to the food warily.
"Is it kosher?" He asked the girl.
"Kosher? What does that mean?" She asked around a mouthful of food.
"I'm Jewish, the food we eat needs to be prepared a certain way."
"Oh. I don't know." She said.
Stan looked down at the food uncomfortably. He decided he just wouldn't eat anything until he was sure it was okay.
"Hey, aren't you going to eat?" The person across from him said.
"I can't." The kid gave him a weird look but shrugged and went back to their plate. Stan looked at Richie who noticed he wasn't eating. Stan watched as Richie stood and walked purposefully up to the headmaster. The chatter died out as people watched him. Stan guessed this wasn't normal for people to move around during meals. Stan watched as Richie spoke to the headmaster gesturing in Stanley's direction a couple times. The man nodded, understanding the issue. He stood, and pointed Richie back to his seat. Richie gave him a nod and obeyed. The professor walked down the steps and towards Stanley.
"Unfortunately, Mr. Uris, we were not prepared, as we rarely ever have Jewish students," he said, making sure only Stanley could hear, "We will make sure to be prepared next time, but we will have to see what is available that you are able to eat. I apologize."
The hall had gone back to their usual talking, but the people around him were still quiet. Stan nodded, uneasy under his peers' gazes.
"Thank you, Professor." He mumbled. He gave Richie a grateful smile. Gosh, he was lucky to have a friend like him.
And he was going to miss him.