We Are The Cursed Children (Harry Potter Self-Insert Fic because why tf not?)

Getting Sorted

There was a hat on top of a chair. The hat was really ragged looking, it definitely had seen better days. Or maybe that was just the way it was made. Whatever that case was, the hat was hideous.

But even with its ugly exterior, the exchange students knew how important this hat was.

It was Hogwart's infamous sorting hat, said to have a snarky attitude.

After McGonagall had finished her speech about accepting the new students, she motioned an arm at them saying, "Now is the time we've all been waiting for, it's time to find the perfect house for these young students."

The Americrew (yes that is the name of our main group), looked at each with much anticipation. CJ was practically bouncing in her chair, excited beyond words about finding out what house she belonged in.

The others, although indifferent, didn't want to be separated. The Americrew was a very close-knit group of friends. They were the weirdos, the ones that don't fit in. The Americrew knew the purpose of the Hogwarts houses was to be with people you can get along with. But, the Americrew were stubborn in who they were friends with.

"Let us begin with the students from Japan."

And so they waited, hearing what houses the Japanese students belonged in.

Then the students from Ethiopia. Then India, Russia, and Brazil.

Of course, the Americans were last. The group with the largest amount of students.

Our friends looked at each other worriedly (except for CJ who was smiling innocently).

McGonagall looked down at her list, saying, "Now for the last nine students, who have come from the United States." There was a small murmur among the Hogwarts students. They were a little wary about the American students. American tourists were already a lot in the UK.

"Chris Arbora."

Chris smiled at his friend, calmly making his way to the god-forsaken chair that awaited him. Sitting down, McGonagall put the hat over his head. It flopped over his head, almost knocking his glasses off his face.

The hat was animated, making these strange faces as it thought about the house for Chris.

"Hmm," It took the hat thirty seconds to say, "Ravenclaw!"

There was a cheer from the Ravenclaws. Chris sat up, putting the hat gently back down on the chair. But then he stood awkwardly, looking back between his friends and the Ravenclaw table.

McGonagall politely told him, "You can go sit over at the Ravenclaw table now."

"Er, okay." He shuffled away, finding an empty spot. A Ravenclaw girl gave him a polite smile before turning back to the front of the hall. Chris already felt out of place.

"Now, for Margaret Boyle."

"Good luck, Maggie!" CJ cheered the girl on as she got up from her chair.

Maggie quietly said, "You can call me Maggie, Professor McGonagall."

"Of course,"

Maggie sat down, silently praying she wasn't going to do anything embarrassing. The hat slowly went on her head.

Just like Chris, it muttered nonsense under its breath. It took ten seconds for the hat to say, "Hufflepuff!"

Maggie let out a strange whimper. Damn it, Francis was right. She was put in Hufflepuff, and apparently that makes her a pussy.

The Hufflepuff table cheered as well, welcoming Maggie as she approached their table.

"Olive Dru," Olive sighed, standing up and slowly and begrudge going to the chair.