Albus stuffed a piece of delicious rotisserie chicken into his mouth while Rosie seemed to be reading a book on potions. This year, Dumbledore had decided to divide the sorting in half. Albus and Rosie and about twenty other first-years sat at the unsorted tables. Ceasar and Taylor were sorted into Gryffindor while Harry Corner went to Ravenclaw. Taylor sat next to a blond girl, having the same expression on his face as James when he talked to girls. Of course, Scorpius went to Slytherin with Crabbe and Goyle. A man that looked no more than twenty years old with jet black hair tapped his wine glass with a golden tea spoon.

  “Hello everyone. My name is Talbot Dumbledore and I am your Headmaster. Before we finish the sorting, I would like to introduce our professors. On the far right is Professor Longbottom who teaches Herbology and is Head of Hufflepuff.” Professor Longbottom winked at Albus.

“Next to him is Professor Finnigan who teaches Astronomy and is Head of Gryffindor House. Professor Malfoy teaches Defense Against the Dark Arts and is the Slytherin Head. Madam Abbot teaches History of Magic. Madam Hooch will be our flying instructor for first-years. Professor Snape teaches Potions. Madam Toules will teach Divination. Professor Gaunt is the Detention instructor. This year, you will be doing work in detention. Last but not least, Madam Corner will teach Transfiguration who is also Head of Ravenclaw. Now we will get on with the sorting.” Madam Abbot called out the names. The names started with Patil, Persons, Phips, Poppin, and finally, Potter.

Albus walked up and Madam Abbot placed the Sorting Hat on his head.

“Another Potter,” the hat whispered in his ear. “I had trouble sorting your father. He would’ve been good in Slytherin. Maybe you should be in Slytherin.” Not Slytherin! Albus thought. All my friends are in Gryffindor, and I just CAN'T be with Scorpius. “Hmmm if not Slytherin, then, GRYFFINDOR!” the hat shouted for everyone to hear. Albus jumped off the seat and ran towards the Gryffindor table. The older students slapped him on the back and cheered. After a few more first-years, Rosie was also sorted into Gryffindor. Albus sat down and continued to eat dessert, overjoyed and all the fear of being sorted gone.