Pretty Lies-Book 1 of Roxanne Weasley's Love Story

Chapter 7

Roxie's POV:

I felt my breath seem to catch in my throat for a moment as the dark material of the hat slid over my eyes and blocked my view of the room. My own heartbeat seemed to be growing louder by the second as I waited for what was to come before I heard the soft whispering of the hat in my ear. 

"Ah the last Weasley for the year then, hmmmm......well you've got your father's sense of humor much like your brother. Yet, you are much like your mother. Both of you are intelligent and willing to do whatever it takes to protect those you love. Hmmm difficult......your mother was difficult as well, and she would have done just as well in a house other than Gryffindor. Hufflepuff is not for you though, as you like your mother lack patience. Ravenclaw is not for you either as knowledge is not something you strive for."

"I want to be with Eliza."

"Hmmm are you sure? Gryffindor would allow you to do well it's true, but Slytherin could help your ambition flourish. Ahhh but there are many that do not like your mother and therefore you, in that house isn't there. That can make things difficult for you yes, and might not set you on the right path......Very well then."

"Gryffindor!" (Sorting hat)

As the Gryffindor table burst into applause, Roxanne let out a slow breath before a large smile took it's place on her face. She rushed to give Professor Babbling the hat back before running over to Eliza, being squeezed in a tight hug by her brother for a moment before he and Dmitri went back to chanting 'We got the best of the bunch, we got our sisters,' with the hopes it would embarrass their sisters. Their hopes were fulfilled though as both of their faces were bright red before the room was silenced by the last name to be called.

Roxanne and Eliza both watched as Lyra climbed the steps to the stage, a bored and expectant look on her face as she did. They almost knew for certain that she would be sorted into Slytherin, how could she not. She even glanced at the Slytherin table for a moment before sitting down on the stool and having the sorting hat placed upon her head. But then the hat did something they were not expecting, it didn't shout out Slytherin in a matter of seconds. Instead the room was silent for several minutes, as everyone began to wonder what in the world that hat was talking to her about. 


Narrator's POV: 

As Lyra walked up to the sorting hat she glanced at the Slytherin table, knowing that she would probably be sitting among them in a matter of seconds. How could she not when the sorting hat would know her name, her family, and even the horrible acts she did on the train not two hours ago. She had no one to blame for that course of action other than herself though, her father in that case and in many others was blameless.

He was not the muggle-born hater that many assumed he was, in fact he was rather an easy-going man that didn't care much for blood status. Rather it was her mother that cared, and she cared a great deal. Lyra was no fool in being able to see that the marriage between her father and mother was a loveless one brought about by arrangement of their own parents when they were younger. She knew they both loved her in their own way, her father more than her mother it seemed, but otherwise there was little love to be found in her home.

A fate it seemed she was destined to face now at school as well. Her mother was a long-time friend or rather follower of Pansy Parkinson, so she was expected to get along with her two sons. Macaliser wasn't horrible to be around when not in a vicinity with his mother. He was intelligent, and rather quiet when she wasn't around. Serpens though, the son in the same year as Lyra was a stupid, ignorant, pig-faced boy and no one would ever be able to persuade her differently. Now though it seemed not to matter as she felt the sorting hat slid over her eyes, now her fate was sealed.

Her mind wandered briefly to the conversation she had with her father only yesterday concerning the sorting ceremony. He had told her he wished she could get into a house other than Slytherin so that she could have a chance to flourish as she should have been able to at home. He seemed it impossible even though he had tried to plant a seed of hope within her that it was possible. It was a pretty lie he was telling himself, or was it?

"Hmmmmm my, my.......I have never seen a mind such as yours......not the smartest mind I will say, perhaps average in that respect.....but a mind begging for love and acceptance....somewhere to belong.......not wanting the legacy of your family to be continued through yourself..... you are loyal and stubborn to a fault it seems and courageous.....yes.....yes....I will place you where you belong dear, somewhere you will be able to find acceptance and perhaps even help those I've already sorted."

"Gryffindor!" (Sorting hat)

Lyra sat frozen on the stool for a moment as silent as the rest of the Great Hall. Gryffindor table sat frozen as well, even as one red-head was beginning to fume at the fact that Lyra was just sorted into their house. After she verbally attacked his sister and god-sis and cousins on the train earlier. Merlin's saggy balls the hat must have lost its mind. He was ready to shout for a re-do before Teddy pulled him back down into his seat frantically shaking his head and whispering about Quidditch.

He knew that if his friend got detention the first night back it would mean missing Quidditch try-outs next week, and since he was one of the beaters for the team that wasn't much of an option. Meanwhile, a few seats down the table Roxanne and Eliza were sitting quietly in a state of shock mixed with confusion. After everything she had said and done on the train she was sorted into Gryffindor. Finally, after a little rough coughing from Headmistress McGonagall the Great Hall broke out in a somewhat muffled applause as Lyra stood up from the stool and handed the hat back to Professor Babbling.

She looked shocked for a moment before a small smile crossed her face, though she quickly hid it as she walked over to the table and sat down across from Roxanne and Eliza in one of the only empty seats left. Professor McGonagall said a few words before the feast appeared in front of them and most of the Great Hall began to eat, except for a few Gryffindors that seemed frozen in a confused stare off with one another.

"What in Houdini's wand just happened?" (Rox)

"Apparently I was sorted into Gryffindor." (Lyra)

"Yes no shi-" (Rox)

"Perhaps we should use this as a time to start fresh?!?" (Eliza)

"Well we can't really do that can we? I mean, the horrible things I said on the train aren't just going to disappear are they?" (Lyra)

"You thought them horrible? Then why say them?" (Rox)

"When you're constantly put into a box or seen a certain way based only on your name you begin to see yourself in that light as well. Who you really are doesn't matter anymore after a while, just the image you are meant to maintain. It's all just a pretty lie at the end of the day anyway." (Lyra)

It was in that moment that Roxanne realized that perhaps Lyra was more like them than they had first believed. She could not detect any lie in Lyra's words nor on her face as she held eye contact with her. It was then that she offered Lyra a small smile and stretched out her hand towards her, Eliza grinning widely next to her on the bench.

"In that case then Lyra, let's start over as best we can. Roxanne Weasley, but you can call me Roxie." (R)

"Lyranina Zambini, I usually go by Lyra." (L)

"And I'm Eliza Stoykov, but you can call my Liz or Liza or whatever you prefer really." (E)

"And call us the reason you will never hurt them in any way ever again, because if you do we will make you regret." (F)

"Fred, go away! We've made up for now, so you and Dmitri scram or I write to mum!" (R)

"You wouldn't!" (F)

"Try me." (R)

"Little sisters mate, what in merlin's name are we supposed to do with them?" (F)

Fred knew not to press his luck further though as he saw the glint in Roxie's eyes that meant her threat was absolutely serious. He and Dmitri both went back to their seats shaking their heads in confusion at the three girls that were now laughing together as if they had always been friends. They looked to Teddy who was a year ahead of them hoping he might be able to explain what was happening in front of them but even he just sat there and shrugged his shoulders.

"Witches are confusing." (F)

"Ves, they are." (D)