Lucas rocked on his heels, watching the others as they got sorted. He scanned the house tables, looking for his cousin, Philipe, who was a hufflepuff and then to the slytherin house where he searched for his friends from the train. He eyed the hat as it seemed to take FOREVER to just get to the Ms! He sighed and pouted, tired of waiting. He was hungry and wanted to know if he was going to be stuck in a stupid house or get one of the better ones... It was probably not going to be Gryffindor... no one in his family was in that house... other than the ones that had married in but that doesn't count. He glanced away from that table and looked at the Slytherin table, his grandparents were in that house and it seemed like a pretty cool house. He was hoping that he would get that one. His eyes moved to the Ravenclaw as he made a face. His sister, Taylor, and his Aunt Chelle were Ravenclaws and... well... he didn't like thinking that he was anything like his obnoxious sister though... he did like his aunt... She was big on potions or at least seemed to be and could be useful in helping him get good grades in that. He stroked his chin and then went back to bouncing. He glanced at last at the Hufflepuff table and made another face. His mother and Uncle Bryson and now his cousin, Philipe, were or is in that house. He didn't know much about his uncle or his cousin but he liked his mother. She was nice and kind as well as loving but the house itself seemed lame in his opinion. If he wanted a snack, however, maybe he could convince an older girl in that house to make him something. He blinked and looked up as his name was called out. "LUCAS MCINTYRE!"

He went up to the platform, hopping onto each of the steps and plopped down on the stool. Lucas felt the hat slip onto his head and he wiggled his toes. He swung his feet as the hat started to talk. "Maybe places your family comes from but youre not quite like the rest... you have smarts, yes, but those aren't as strong... you have a kind heart but you aren't fit for that either... bravery. we shall see but cunning and mischief takes the lead... better put you in SLYTHERIN!" His eyes widened as he got placed and the hat was removed. Lucas beamed and jumped up, air pumping. "YES!" He did a happy dance all the way down the steps then skipped over to the Slytherin, thinking of all the mischievous things he will do and all the pranks he shall pull.