"Blythe, Esper."

The redheaded girl walked to the stool to try on the sorting hat. Halfway up the steps, a dark-haired, green eyed boy with a cheeky smile, stuck out his leg. She tumbled over it, landing in a sprawled heap on the stone floor. The boy stifled a laugh as the girl sat there, sorting her robes before she stood up. He stuck out an olive-skinned hand to help her up, which she took great delight in squeezing hard in her pale fist. He tensed in pain as she let go.
"Thank you." She smiled sweetly.
"You're welcome, Blythe, is it?" He was well spoken; his words well enunciated.
"It's Esper, actually." She said shortly.
He raised his eyebrows.
"Sounds like a muggle name, huh? My name is Sevinius, pleasure to meet you." His green eyes stared holes into her hazel ones.
"It's none of your business, SEV. Now if you don't mind, I have to go and get sorted now." She stepped up the stairs, hands on hips.

Wow, he thought, a fiesty one. She definitely is something…

The hat had barely touched her head when it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"
Large cheers amassed from the Gryffindor table as she walked down the stairs to join the rest of her house. He groaned internally. His family had been in Slytherin for generations, and with his sly streak, it was likely that he would be too. He would barely ever see her again, and even if he did, it would be likely that she would hate him. House rivalry was a horrendous barrier at Hogwarts.

"Salander, Sevinius."

The voice interrupted his train of thought. He strode up the stairs and placed they frayed hat upon his head. "SLYTHERIN!"
His heart sank inside his chest as he walked over to the Slytherin table. He didn't understand why.
How can one girl affect me so much? I met her for all of 2 minutes, and she's a muggle-born, by the sound of things.
He sighed as he took his seat. He looked over to the Gryffindor table, hoping to catch her eye. But she was already looking at him. As she caught his eye, she blushed, and tried to turn away. But as she turned, she knocked her arm against a flagon of pumpkin juice, which spilled all over the table, and all over her robes.

He chuckled. yes, she definitely is something.