Impressions from the Sorting

Impression Made As Soon As She Was Sorted
a Marauder Era HP fanfic

The Sorting Hat did not take but a second before shouting "Gryffindor!" its voice booming in the Great Hall. Applause and cheers sounded together as a chorus that masked the tiny groan that sprang forth from a young boy in the first year group still waiting to be sorted. The red haired Lily Evans made her way towards her house table but gave a slight smile at her first magical friend.
As she approached the table the last person who'd been sorted into Gryffindor before her scooted on the bench to make room for her. Lily had not been paying that much attention to where she was going but as she took her seat she recognized the face of the boy next to her and wasn't thrilled. She did not return his welcoming smile. She turned quickly away from him, her hair swishing behind her like a curtain being quickly pulled across a window.
The Gryffindor boy had remembered the girl from the compartment on the train. There was little of interest about her to him, up until the Sorting Hat had shouted "Gryffindor!", that was when his curiosity began. It was still a wonder to him that he had not ended up in Slytherin himself, and though the boy she clearly had been friends with would most assuredly end up in that slimy house, she, like him, was awarded the lion's den.
Sirius Black had grown up learning a certain train of thought, but that didn't mean he was bound to all of it. Still, he instinctively acted the gentlemen and scooted along the bench to make as much room for his new housemate that he possibly could. He wore a genuine smile on his face too. Partly because of his remaining excitement of his own house placement, and second, because the girl walking to him was the first girl housemate in his year. She was also rather cute.
But instead of letting him say hello, she had shown some strange sign of recognition of him. "She remembers me," he thought to himself as he observed her for a second more. It was a good thing he did too, as her next reaction told him the measure of her first impression of him. She turned her back to him so quickly he swore he felt a sudden draft through the room.
His gray eyes stared at the back of her red hair-covered head, his mind forming an instant but silent reply. "Fine, see if I give you any special attention. Snob."