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Narcissa's father and uncle were proud men. They believed in the purity and honour of Wizarding blood and the Black family. She'd never looked forward to sorting; it was either follow the flock into Slytherin or be kicked out the house like Sirius was going to be, eventually. (He was still only nine.)
Wherever she ended up, Andromeda was a Prefect, and wouldn't be allowed to talk any non-Slytherins. And Sirius didn't like her anyway. But when the hat said, "Slytherin or Hufflepuff," she almost set it on fire.
No, she could do this.
"Hufflepuff," she whispered.
It shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!"