- Out of Character:
- Here we go.
Avaria let out a disappointed breath as the hat came off her head. Ravenclaw? She had been quietly hoping for Gryffindor like Papa, or maybe even Hufflepuff like her mama. But Ravenclaw? She looked over at the table cheering loudest. There were so many of them, and only one her. She tried to look brave and shuffled over to the table, finding a seat near the end with an open space next to her. She offered a weak smile to the person she sat by, not really seeing them.
She turned back to the sorting ceremony, feeling more anxious than she had in awhile. Phillip was called up right after she was. She chewed her lip nervously, her hands wringing together restlessly in her lap.
Oh please, please, please let him stay with me. She pleaded with the hat silently.
But it was pointless. "SLYTHERIN!" The hat yelled out almost as soon as she finished pleading with it. Her stomach dropped and her face went pale. She watched Phillip with wide eyes. She was alone. Completely and totally alone and surrounded by strangers. He wouldn't even be able to sit behind her; the Slytherin table was across the room.
She turned to look at the table, no more interest in the sorting. What was she supposed to do? It wasn't like Ava to cry, but she could feel tears welling up in her eyes. She hadn't felt so alone in a long time, and she hated it. Not even when Mama died, because she knew her papa was coming for her. But now? The house you were in was where you stayed. Would they even interact with other houses?
Ava shrunk in her chair, feeling like a mouse. A small, insignificant little mouse.