If you haven't read Part 1 already, the link is in the comments. Enjoy! Luanna
Clover's POV "Lovegood, Luna," Professor McGonagall calls out. I smile at Luna as she steps forward and lets the professor place the sorting hat on her head. "Ravenclaw!" the old, tattered hat cries. Luna gets up and walks over to the Ravenclaw table. She's in the same house as my sister.
The next person is called. "Weasley, Ginny!" From what my sister has told me, there are a lot of Weasleys. "Gryffindor!" And all of them are put into Gryffindor. "Blackthorne, Clover!" My heart literally skips a beat. As I step forward, I notice my sister smile reassuringly from the Ravenclaw table. I take a deep breath and try to stop my hands from shaking.
The sorting hat is placed upon my head of blonde hair. Some people are surprised to hear that Hester and I are sisters. She has curly brown hair, whereas I have long, straight platinum blonde hair. We both have the same green eyes, though.
"Hmm, interesting," the sorting hat mutters so quietly that only I can hear. I begin to panic. It didn't take this long for the others to be sorted! And what's so interesting? "A smart one we have here," the sorting hat continues. I breathe a sigh of relief. That means I'll probably be put into Ravenclaw, like my sister.
"But cunning and ambitious too," the sorting hat adds. I frown. Just hurry up and put me into a house already! "Patience, little snake whisperer," the hat muses. My heart stops beating. First of all, how does this hat know what I'm thinking? And secondly, how does it know i can speak to snakes?
I've never told anyone that I'm a parseltongue, not even Hester. Not even my mother. And certainly not my Muggle father. "Brave like a Gryffindor, smart like a Ravenclaw, cunning like a Slytherin." It lets out a bark of laughter. "Definitely not a Hufflepuff, oh no!"
"Well, then, young Blackthorne," it says. "It's your choice." My choice? My frown deepens. I could choose to be in Gryffindor; the brave and chivalrous. Not really my thing, to be honest. I'm certainly not going to be in Hufflepuff. I could choose to join Ravencalw and be with my sister. But I don't think I'd belong.
Slytherin, however... "Slytherin!" the sorting hat cries out before I even get to finish the thought. That's when it finally all seems real. I try not to look at my sister as I head over to the Slytherin table. I imagine her expression of disgust, confusion and disappointment, and decide I can't face it.
It's awkward at first, sitting at a table with a bunch of people I don't even know. "Hey," says a drawling voice behind me. It's coming from a boy with platinum blonde hair, cold grey eyes and sharp features. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." "Nice to meet you, Draco," I say politely. "I'm Clover Blackthorne."
"Welcome to Slytherin," Draco continues. "It's by far the best house here." "My older sister is in Ravenclaw," I find myself saying. "I was kind of expecting to be in the same house as her." "Your sister is in second year, right?" I stare at him, surprised. "You know her?" Draco shrugs. "Not really. We have Astronomy together."
"Oh, Hester and I love Astronomy!" I say, a little too enthusiastically. I find myself reddening under Draco's intimidating stare. Finally, he says, "It's alright, I suppose." "Draco!" calls a whiny voice. "Come sit with us!" Draco rolls his eyes. "That's Pansy Parkinson. She still thinks she has a chance with me," he whispers.
I shrug, unsure what to say. "Are you going to sit with her?" "Of course not!" Draco scoffs. I feel a sense of relief. I can't lose my only friend here. I catch Pansy glaring at me and try to ignore her. "I have a snake," I tell Draco, changing the subject. "Oh, really?" he says through a mouthful of food. "Her name is Wadjet."