Lucy felt like she was going to vibrate out of her skin with nerves and excitement. It seemed like ages had passed since her brother had gone to Hogwarts, and now it was finally her and Rowan's turn at last. She was already a little overwhelmed, just standing in the Great Hall. She kept throwing glances at her sister, trying to gauge if she was the right amount of nervously excited, though it occurred to Lucy even as she did that she wasn't sure how to feel if her twin was more nervous of less than she was. At any rate, she was grateful to be called first between the two of them, if only so she wouldn't have to stand alone!
"What class are you most excited about?"
It felt more than a little odd, hearing a voice in her mind, but at least it was asking questions Lucy thought she knew the answers to. "Charms," she said, decisively. There was no doubt of that. Other subjects might be interesting, she supposed, but Charms was the most practical for her future.
"How would you deal with failing a test?"
"Fail?" Lucy's brow furrowed. "I wouldn't fail. I can't fail." She couldn't imagine a scenario where she would have allowed herself to fail, not if it was something important. She supposed she might fail if she didn't study properly, but that would be silly. She knew better than that. If she failed a test, it was either her own fault and she would deal with the consequences, or it was not worth her time.
"Who is your hero?"
This, at least, was back on more familiar ground. "My mother. Everything she's done, I hope to do half as well."
"What would your friends say about you?"
"I think--" Lucy bit her lip, then said, "I think they would say that I know what I want, and that I'm determined to work as hard as it takes to get it." And she really didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"
"I would be more unique." It was the first thing that Lucy thought of, and she wasn't even entirely sure what she meant by it, but maybe the Sorting Hat would understand. She wanted to stand out. As herself. Just herself.
"What class are you most excited about?"
It felt more than a little odd, hearing a voice in her mind, but at least it was asking questions Lucy thought she knew the answers to. "Charms," she said, decisively. There was no doubt of that. Other subjects might be interesting, she supposed, but Charms was the most practical for her future.
"How would you deal with failing a test?"
"Fail?" Lucy's brow furrowed. "I wouldn't fail. I can't fail." She couldn't imagine a scenario where she would have allowed herself to fail, not if it was something important. She supposed she might fail if she didn't study properly, but that would be silly. She knew better than that. If she failed a test, it was either her own fault and she would deal with the consequences, or it was not worth her time.
"Who is your hero?"
This, at least, was back on more familiar ground. "My mother. Everything she's done, I hope to do half as well."
"What would your friends say about you?"
"I think--" Lucy bit her lip, then said, "I think they would say that I know what I want, and that I'm determined to work as hard as it takes to get it." And she really didn't think there was anything wrong with that.
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"
"I would be more unique." It was the first thing that Lucy thought of, and she wasn't even entirely sure what she meant by it, but maybe the Sorting Hat would understand. She wanted to stand out. As herself. Just herself.