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Professor Dumbledore, however, smiles something secretive. "How wonderful," he comments lightly, cuing for the stunned McGonagall to continue.
“Do you think the sorting hat's finally lost it's magic?” Charles hears another student hiss behind him. He listens with a frown, disapproval simmering in his chest. “There's no way someone like that could be in Gryffindor," the boy continues. "Gryffindor's supposed to be the house of generosity, valor - not murder.”
Now Charles' anger flares and he turns on his heel. “Look, maybe his mother's in Azkaban, but that doesn't give you lot the right to go pointing fingers at him. People are not their parents.” The kid shrinks back at the indignation in Charles voice.
“Boy!” Charles is yanked by the neck of his robe and pulled to the side by the greasy man who had lead them in. “If I hear you mouthing off again, it'll be detention for you.”
A cat sits curiously at the man's feet, watching Charles with knowing eyes. It gives him the shivers as it leaves with the caretaker, tail twitching.
He's so caught up with everything that he misses his name the first time McGonagall calls it.
“Xavier, Charles,” she repeats, looking sternly at the mass of first years.
“Sorry,” he mumbles and climbs hastily up to the stool. McGonagall places the hat on his head and he jumps when it comes to life.
Charles has been waiting for this moment his whole life. He had dreams of being the Slytherin seeker, fantasies of acing all his classes and surpassing all of his Ravenclaw classmates. He had imagined a group of loyal, one-of-a-kind friends from his Hufflepuff house. He had even daydreamed about conquering a great, unfathomable evil, all the while proudly wearing Gryffindor's red and gold colors. And now it was the time not to choose, but to be chosen. The daydreams and fantasies, they are out of his control now.
The sorting hat sits low on his brow, sinking when Charles jiggles his leg restlessly.
“Another tough one,” it mumbles, “but unarguably easier than the last. While Hufflepuff may have been a wonderful house to expand on that loyal part of you and Gryffindor a close second with that bold streak, I believe it will have to be...Ravenclaw!”
Charles releases a breath he didn't know he had been holding and joins his house. The students sitting near him pat him on the shoulder with pride.
Once everyone has been called and sorted, Dumbledore makes another simple speech before waving his wand and ushering in the grand meal. A plate of mashed potatoes appears in front of Charles who laughs in awe just as the house banners flutter down from the ceiling.
And then there is a light tap on his shoulder. He turns to see the red-headed girl smiling quietly.
“I just wanted to say thanks. I know we're not in the same house, but I hope that doesn't mean we can't be friends. My name's Raven.” She extends her hand and Charles takes it, shaking vigorously and smiling through a mouthful of potatoes.
“Charles,” he says, swallowing. “And of course we can be friends. It'll be nice, knowing I have at least one person here to talk to.”
She smiles again, this time broader than the last. “Right,” she says. “I'm at the Gryffindor table, by the way. In case you want to, you know, come see me.” With a twirl, she bounds back to her house.
“Not even a full day in and you've found yourself a girlfriend,” the gangly gossip boy from before quips. Charles looks over at him, awkward and stuttering all of a sudden.
“No - no, that's not it, I don't. I mean - we're not-”
“Calm down - I was only joking. The name's Scott. If you were wondering.”
Charles nods, staring curiously. “You've got an odd accent. Where are you from?”
“I was raised in Canada,” he replies, “but when my mom and dad died, I was given over to my grandparents in Surrey. They've told me on occasion that I was a 'transcontinental devil' when I was small.” Scott waggles his eyebrows. “Sometimes things don't change much, eh?”
Charles laughs jovially along with the other boy for the rest of dinner and feels altogether at ease. And when he reaches the boys' dormitory, he doesn't even have the energy to unpack before he passes out face-down on his bed.
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ahh little charles he is so adorable, I can't wait for the first meeting of the boys
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You, you brilliant, wonderful person you! I love how you put Erik in Gryffindor. "Much more to you than anger and pain" indeed!
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