He was a Ravenclaw? Where the clever people were?

Well...that was a shocker...

Spike scratched his head as he made his way from being sorted to his House table. He frowned underneath his hair, and he muttered himself. About what was anyone's guess, but they would probably get the feeling of disbelief as he spoke. He wasn't thought to be clever, especially by his parents...unruly and boyish with a love of all things creepy crawly or muddy. Studying had never exactly been his thing. Not the behind the desk type. Exploring woods - now that was a completely different matter. Maybe the Sorting Hat appreciated that? Because otherwise Spike really couldn't see why he was here.

"'Lo Ellie," he said, cheeks puffed out in perplexion. Though, he was glad to see her familiar face in his house. And he'd liked her, so least he stood a chance of fitting in even if he wasn't the brainiest. "Apparently I'm a Ravenclaw."