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Noah has been buzzing the whole day knowing that the time has finally come for him and his twin sister to attend Hogwarts. He did feel a bit sorry leaving mum and dad behind and Scar and Nugget, but tradition suggests that they must leave home and start their magical training. How exciting was it though? One shouldn't go far and see the excitement oozing out of the 11-year-old boy. Crossing the barrier to get to the train was something he thought he would never get tired of. Or the chaos that was the platform...or the cart full of sweets? Heck, even the luggage compartment was fun to explore, irking the upperclassmen who were there doing...their...thing? Yeah, he wasn't exactly sure what they were doing, but it did look fun.
Noah was too smitten with what was going on around him that he didn't realize that Catherine had her hand in his and that she was holding on to him for dear life. It wasn't like Catherine at all, and Noah knew without even looking at his twin that something was not right. He was about to open his mouth to interrogate, but the look on Catherine's face was enough to make him shut up and just be the good brother that he should be. Noah squeezed Catherine's hand twice, reassuring her that no matter what happens, he's got her back.
When they said ignorance was bliss, Merlin, they were right. Had he known the sentimentality of belonging in a certain house, he would have freaked out. It was at that moment when the other kids before them were called to get sorted did he finally figure out things. They had been assured that no matter what house they end up in, it will be all well and good back home. And as he began to look at the sorted ones, he got an inkling that yes, getting sorted into a particular house mattered, more importantly to the kind of family where he and Catherine came from. All thoughts were abandoned when Catherine's name was called and he had to let go of his sister. He would've said something encouraging, but he too was caught up in the moment. Crossing his arms in anticipation, Noah waited...and waited...until the silence was shattered by the hat's voice and the applause that erupted behind them. The 11-year-old watched his sister like a hawk, noting how disappointed she was as she took her seat. He knew that expression...he knew that sinking feeling. For some reason, Noah felt a wave of irrational anger rise from his chest when his name was called next. He knew what to do.
Shoving the other kids aside, Noah got the hat from the professor standing next to the stool and jammed the dirty old thing on his head. "Put me where my sister is. You sorted her just moments ago." As if the thing needed reminding. The hat was silent, but Noah could hear distant chuckles. Was it laughing at him? "PUT ME IN RAVENCLAW!" he thought angrily, gripping the stool, digging his nails into it. "Very interesting." said the hat, as it went on to tell how different he was from the rest of his former Slytherin relatives. "WHO CARES? Just be done with it and put me in Ravenclaw!" Silence ensued until the hat declared that he should be placed in:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
"No! NO! I SAID RAVENCLAW YOU STUPID HAT!" Red as a tomato at this point, Noah pulled the hat angrily from his head, marched towards the unsorted kids and jammed it on the head of an unsuspecting first year, messing up the queue of the sorting ceremony. He'd heard the roaring applause from the kids with scarlet trimmed robes, but instead of joining them, he made a beeline towards his sister. Gryffindor can wait.
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