#25—Sorting Hat

“Black, Narcissa!”

Lucius watched as a girl with platinum blonde hair approached the stool that sat the sorting hat. Even with only a year’s difference, she carried a naivety that Lucius didn’t see in the other first years. Lucius looked over at Bellatrix who was staring at him.

“Blonde things are in your future, Lucius Malfoy.” Bellatrix hissed.

Lucius looked back at the stool and saw Narcissa walking towards the table, having missed her placement in Slytherin. He hoped a Black wasn’t in his future. He heard about them and knew how unhinged they all were. Too pureblood for him.