3. Sorting Hat Throne
Just when we were about to get off the train a 5th year Slytherin was feel into our carriage, petrified. "That is how you properly cast Perfectius Totalus spell," said Emma Bolt to the Slytherin who was now laying on the floor. Ginny and I looked at Emma in shock. Ginny was surprised but I was outraged that she had intruded our privacy. Emma looked at us then immediately bowed in respect. I scolded at her. "Finite Incantatem!" I said as I unfroze the boy. He got up and bolted away. "For your information this is a royal carriage, protected by spells so that unless we invite you in, you can't come in. Now shoo! The tall girl looked at me and smirked. "Oh honey your brother invited me, and I see no Ravenclaw in your future."
We were leaded to stool with an old, dirty hat sitting atop its finely polished wood. I knew how this worked. McGonall calls up kids in random names and puts the dreaded hat on their heads. This was the moment I have been waiting for. Like my great grandfather said, "Any one but Slither on (Slytherin)." Meaning that if anyone in our sacred family was put in Slytherin, their wand would be snapped and they would have to live in the muggle world for the rest of their shameful lives. I had to admit I was scared and begged for forgiveness for all the horrible things I had said. McGonall called out Emma Bolt. Within three seconds touching her head the sorting hat yelled out, "Ravenclaw!" Two Hufflepuffs, then a Slytherin, and then finally, me. I bravely walked up to the stool. Every eye was one me except for a couple of intolerable Slytherin. I sat down and the sorting hat was placed atop my head. He talked in my head," I see.... can be shrew but is truly good.... kind of brave but not enough.. it's either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw... oh what is this!!!! You read the whole royal library and can cast year seven spells?! This is Truly amazing." He said as I waited. "Ravenclaw!" He sang out and the Ravenclaw table cheered joyously. One picked me up and placed me on a blue throne with bronze arm rests. Too much attention. I got up from the throne right before they were about to put a replica of Ravenclaw's crown. I sat down next to at girl with blond hair and blue eyes just as the sorting hat called out GRYFFINDOR for Ginny Weasly. I had just lost the chance to make a normal friend. Not again.