Siriusly in Love

The Sorting

"Now can we please welcome our new first years!" Albus Dumbledore called to the Great Hall.

The giant oak doors opened dramatically and Minerva McGonagall walked pointedly down the isle between the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw tables with a long line of young, nervous-looking kids following in her wake. An old, tattered, brown hat and a small wooden stool that had been in her grasp were now set, hat on top of stool, just in front of the long staff table at the end of the Hall. McGonagall pulled a scroll of parchment from her robes, and then turned to face the first years.

"I will call a student's name, and one by one you will sit upon this stool, and I shall place the hat atop your head. This is how you will be sorted into your House, which is the group of people you will dorm with and attend classes with," McGonagall said. She had a small smile upon her lips even though they were pursed.

"Now, I will begin. Up first, Meadows, Dorcas."

A dark skinned girl with black hair that curled in ringlets stepped warily up to the stool. She sat timidly upon it, and winced slightly when the hat set itself on her head. For a moment all was silent, but then a rip in the hat opened and a tough voice rang out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

One of the four long tables erupted into applause, and Dorcas Meadows made her way shyly to the table.

McGonagall barely waited until the girl got up from the chair to call the next name. "Lupin, Remus."

A tall, rather lanky boy stepped forward. He had light brown hair and his eyes were a shocking amber, that lit up when the light from near windows caught them. The boy sat on the stool, waited silently for the hat to occupy his head, and when the hat called, "GRYFFINDOR!" he smiled and walked over to the applauding table.

The next few names rang out through the Hall, and the Sorting Ceremony continued on.

"Howard, Brooke."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Applause from a table with students wearing deep blue echoed out.

"Potter, James."

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat belted, it seemed to be having fun.

"Evans, Lily."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Walters, Dalton."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

McGonagall cleared her throat, but continued calling names. "Black, Sirius."

A boy with longish black hair, and a handsome face for someone only eleven walked up to the stool. He didn't look scared or nervous, but rather fierce and daring. The second the hat was placed on his head, it made a motion to yell a House, but it stopped before it uttered a word. A few seconds passed before the hat came to a conclusion and shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"

More names rang out, "Hall, Eric."

"SLYTHERIN."

"Snape, Severus."

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Pettigrew, Peter."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The crowd of first years slowly became smaller and smaller, until there were only two girls left. Both tall and lean, and had very similar eyes and noses, but one with chestnut brown hair and one with dirty blonde. They stood hand in hand, and when McGonagall called, "Clarke, Ascella," the dirty blonde walked forward.

She sat on the stool, but before the hat was fully placed on her head it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!" The girl quickly got up, a smile on her face, and ran to the long table at the far right of the room.

Finally, McGonagall called the last name: "Clarke, Delphinia."

The brunette slowly made her way up to the stool. She seemed rather timid, most unlike her sister, Ascella. Though, when the hat was placed on her head it made the same motion it had for a Sirius Black. The hat made a jumping motion, but settled itself before it said anything. Finally it called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

The girl got up. She faltered slowly away from the chair. When she was halfway between it and the Gryffindor table she glanced over at the Slytherin table. There, her blonde haired sister stood gaping at her, a look of anger and surprise etched onto her face. Delphinia only looked at her for a moment before turning back to the table in front of her and finding a seat closest to the front.

Meanwhile, towards the middle of the Gryffindor table four boys sat together muttering to each other.

"Did you see the way the hat was about to say something else," one Remus Lupin muttered to his friends: James Potter, a boy with messy black hair, dark skin, and squared glasses, Peter Pettigrew, a short, fairly plump boy with golden blonde hair, and Sirius Black.

"That's the same thing it did with Sirius," Peter said.

"Sirius do you know her?" James asked.

"Well kind of, she's Delphinia Clarke, pureblood. Her family is one of the most respected, powerful, and prejudiced pureblood lines there is. The Clarkes are in the top leagues with the Blacks and the Malfoys. I've met her once," Siris said looking around at his three friends.

"What was she like?" Peter asked.

"Was she prejudiced and all that?" Remus chimed.

"Not really... I met her when my family had dinner with her's. We didn't talk much, but when we did it was almost as if she was just going along with what her parents told her to do," Sirius finished.

"So she is nice?" James asked. " 'Cause she's certainly pretty...." James glanced over to Delphinia Clarke, who was sitting at the very end of the table.

"I wouldn't exactly say that..." Sirius said. "I mean, she's not into the whole Dark Art thing or the blood stuff, but she loved her sister, Ascella who is into all that. So I would approach her with caution... and besides James, I thought you already marked that Evans girl yours?"

"Yeah, James, have you managed to even talk to her yet?" Remus asked.

"No... I guess I should just focus on one girl... Lily was my first choice anyway... and no, Remus I haven't."

"Well, you probably should because here she comes," Peter said as a red haired girl walked through the isle behind them.