 Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
Finally, they were here! At Hogwarts! Their new home, or for Davie, his old and familiar summer stomping grounds. Standing in line behind alllllllll the other first years, Davie tried his best not to be nervous. He was at the end of the alphabet though, so he had a long long time to wait. He tried to predict where the other firsties were going while he waited. The first girl he didn't recognize, and she was a GRYFFINDOR. The next few were a mix of Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs, and the big mouth boy from the boats (Blaise Bellaire, he learned) was obviously a Gryffindor.
Then came his BFF Charlotte Kettleburn. Char was obviously a Ravenclaw like her whole family, though, right? Right? Right? Then what was the hat saying at the same time as her?? It sounded an awful lot like Gryffindor... but if that were the case, then surely she would be marching in the opposite direction right now. Maybe it had just pronounced Kettleburn wrong.
Confused as to his friend's correct sorting, Davie almost missed watching the big boy (Owen Thyago Montezor) go into Hufflepuff, and Daxton Prince go into Ravenclaw. Good for him. Ravenclaws seemed the least likely to be bothered by a nonverbal housemate who has to write everything he wants to say.
After a kinda quick Slytherin sort (Phillip Romalotti), it was finally his turn. FINALLY. Davie straightened his tie and adjusted his glasses, walking firmly and smoothly up to the stool when he heard, "TRUEBRIDGE, DAVID," announced loudly.
He took his seat and swung his legs, excited to have the hat on top of his head again... it honestly felt like wearing an old friend, for the son of the former Headmistress. Of course it promptly slid down over his eyes, but he didn't mind. The hat brim was now serving as his protector from all the curious eyes of the older students in the hall.
"I never mentioned this to you before, but you come from a long line of Slytherins, as you know," the Hat began in his ear. "But your mother is staunchly a Hufflepuff, of the hardworking and loyal kind. You are best suited for neither of those Houses, however, and I think you know why."
Oh no, that can't be true, Davie thought, suddenly facing the realization that the Hat might think him a Gryffindor. I'm just not cut out for the lion life.
"No you are not, my boy, you're far too wise and witty to waste away in that madhouse." The Hat seemed to be laughing at him, or maybe with him. Davie was meanwhile putting together the pieces and realizing that where the hat wanted him was also exactly where he wanted to go. "You're right, young Truebridge, there's only one place for you to in this Great Hall. Go on, take your seat with...
"RAVENCLAW!!!!"
Beaming widely as this last bit was said aloud for everyone to hear, Davie bounced up from the stool and after a quick, happily-thought, 'Thanks!' bounced off to the navy and bronze table. RAVENCLAW. Yay! He would make so many new friends and acquaintances tonight!
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