The Wrong House.
Nonnie Ask: Could you write and imagine where the reader really wishes to be in Slytherin. Her family doesn’t put any pressure on her. But she’s sorted into Ravenclaw. She becomes friends with Cho and Luna. (Even though she’s older. Same year as the twins) And George helps her get through this “being sorted into Ravenclaw” crisis and they get together? (Additional note: I have nothing against Ravenclaws or any house. It just came to me because I’m in Slytherin but Ravenclaw is my 2nd favorite house)
Sorry Nonnie it took so long to complete, but this turned out so much longer than expected! This got 2 030 words (whaatt really) and George really save the day! Hope you’ll like it!! :))
Things in life don’t always go as planned. The sorting ceremony was one of them. All your life you had expected to be sorted into Slytherin. After all, your parents had been Slytherins and your big brother was one too. But it wasn’t what happens. Despite your bedroom being painted bright green, despite the Slytherin banners you have stolen from your brother’s room, despite the little snake you had drawn in all your books, you were sorted into Ravenclaw.
Your parents were very proud of you, Ravenclaw was, after all, the house of knowledge, wisdom and practical mind. It wasn’t bad at all, but it’s not what you have expected and you were even more bitter with it because the Sorting Hat had not even hesitated a bit to put you in Ravenclaw. Not even a single, thought of, maybe Slytherin, no, nothing. Professor McGonagall had put it on your head and he hadn’t said nothing at all, nothing expect it muttering to you, I know just what to do with you, before shooting Ravenclaw.
You had stayed sat on the three legged stall, frozen in disbelief as Professor McGonagall had encouraged you to move towards the table that was cheering you. As life doesn’t always go as planned, you had, to make matters worst, some difficulty in making friends. You had always found your fellow Ravenclaw a bit too brainy for you and you were wondering sometimes if they could enjoy something else besides reading and studying.
You couldn’t hang out with your brother, anyway, people would have probably taken this on the wrong side of you, to hang out with some older Slytherin, but it was all you had always wished. You had tried to make friends amongst them, but it had failed. They were a very closed pack and you needed to earn their recognitions to enter the group, which you have obviously not.
You had tried to see this positively, but it was hard, and even though you were now in your sixth year, the Sorting Hat decision was still hunting you. You could still stay awake late at night, wondering what was wrong with this decision, trying to persuade yourself that the Sorting Hat surely had some flaws and that he had been wrong for you.
You had found some comfort and a good friend when the little Cho Chang, one year younger than you, had been sorted into Ravenclaw. She was a vivacious, strong head girl and you had always wondered why Ravenclaw for her when she had typical Gryffindor traits. But everyone out there seems to think that the Sorting Hat could not be mistaken.