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Did Fynley look and feel a little bit ridiculous being this older, much taller student in a sea of first years awaiting their chance to be sorted? Absolutely. Was he a little excited to be at Hogwarts? Also yes. The stoic look on his face said otherwise however as he stood in the group in an attempt to at least retain some of his street credit. Not that he had any. Fynn was in the unfortunate position of being the ‘new kid’ and therefore would have to start from the bottom all over again. At least he had the advantage of having attended Ilvermorny and despite not being the best student when it came to listening in classes, or reading textbooks, or doing homework, he would not be behind his peers at all academically.
The fifteen year old couldn’t care less what house he was about to be sorted into nor did he have an inkling for which it would be. Neither of his parents had attended the school and the only information he’d been relayed was from his Mum’s cousin who he rarely saw anyway. She had been a Ravenclaw but if there was one house he was not going to fit in it would be there.
With a surname fairly high up alphabetically, the lad didn’t have to wait long to be called up to the front. Thankfully he wasn’t shy as the hundreds of eyes followed his steps eagerly awaiting the results. He slumped onto the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed onto his head. It started rambling on about personality traits, where he would fit in, something about being ambitious, resourceful and a leader. If Fynn was going to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t exactly taking in much of what it was saying instead distracted by the thought of the food that would follow considering he had unintentionally skipped breakfast and only eaten sweets on the train. It wasn’t exactly the best diet for a growing boy and had left him with a grumbling stomach.
The Sorting Hat was clearly getting frustrated by Fynley’s lack of attention resulting in a very abrupt announcement.
“Slytherin!”
The hat was removed and Fynn nonchalantly hopped off the stool and headed towards the cheering table.
He did suit green.
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