The Life Of Trixie Malfoy. (Book one)

You are quite different, miss Malfoy. (edited)

 Trixie's POV

  I make my way up to Professor McGonagall and she points me to a chair. As I sit down, she puts the sorting hat on my head and it begins to talk to me. 

"Trixie Malfoy, hard one, I can already tell. I wasn't expecting a girl Malfoy, but here you are. You are different from your family. A tough cookie. You would be excellent in all the houses. You're extremely kind, incredibly witty,  Very ambitious, but something about you says you would make a great Gryffindor, for you are brave, strong, and even at your young age, you've been through a lot.  A tough one, yes, for Gryffindor might lead you the wrong way, but it could also lead you to success. You are quite different, miss Malfoy.  Yes, I think I have made a decision.  I know this might sound odd, but GRYFFINDOR!"  

Around me, everyone starts to whisper, no clapping, no whistling, nothing, just whispering about how a Malfoy is a Gryffindor.  Scorpius gives me a confused look from the Slytherin table, and I give him a small shrug before heading over to the Gryffindor table.  Right after my sorting, Lily gets sorted into Gryffindor, and soon after that Lyra does too.  I start getting nervous, thinking about how Dad is going to react after he finds out.  Will he be mad? I hope not.  Lily, Lyra and I talk through the rest of the feast, (even Headmistress McGonagall's speech)  which distracts me from the weird looks that  everyone is giving me.  Once we get excused to leave, some prefect calls us over to follow her. 

"Gryffindors follow me!" She shouts. As I start walking, some older kid pushes me over. 

"Watch where you're going, Malfoy," He says. 

"Actually you pushed me," I reply. He rolls his eyes and pushed me again. 

"Look, Malfoy. I don't know why you were put in Gryffindor, but you better now disappoint us, got it? Gryffindor is a respected house, and we're not going to let some Malfoy that reputation." He threatens.  Then he walks away. 

"What the heck was that for?" I whisper to Lily and Lyra as I get up. 

"That's my brother, James. Don't take is personally, he's mean to everybody. Honestly, sometimes I don't understand why he wasn't put in Slytherin," She whispers back. Lyra nods her head in agreement, and we keep on walking.