Spencer's name was called, he swallowed nervously before he walked towards the stool that held the old sorting hat. He couldn't believe that this time has finally come, he could see his brothers waiting eagerly at the table to see if he would join them at the Gryffindor table. Spencer waked towards the stool and sat down on the stool as the hat was placed on his head. For minute, he could barely see anything but darkness, but he heard whispering from the sorting hat.


The hat was determining between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Spencer hoped that he would pick Gryffindor but he wouldn't mind Slytherin at all, it was a cool house. After a quiet pause the hat said loudly. You're best sorted in... GRYFFINDOR" as the Gryffindor table cheered the hat was taken off his head as he went to the Gryffindor table. He couldn't believe that he was a Gryffindor like his parents and brothers, maybe he truly was a Gryffindor at heart like he thought