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Disclaimer: I do not own Psych or Harry Potter (sadly)

It took me quite a while to decide what houses to sort the gang into. I hope you enjoy what I went with but I will warn you that none of the fabulous four are in the same house. Friendships are the same but Juliet, Gus, and Shawn are all the same age while Lassie is 2 years older.
Author's Chapter Notes:
"For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be."
The first years flooded into the great hall as they seemed to every year. Excitement brimmed from every short figure that crossed the threshold. Every eye seemed to shoot up towards the ceiling that took the appearance of a beautiful night sky. Even wizards that lived their entire lives growing up on magic never expected Hogwarts to be as stunning as it was.

Carlton Lassiter wondered how first years never seemed to be able to shut their traps despite their awe of the whole experience. He certainly remembered his first moments in Hogwarts like it was yesterday.

He, like all the others, chattered about their desired houses on the boat rides across the lake. When he entered that large doorway and Professor McGonagall greeted his pack of students, his world seemed to grow silent to the hoots and hollers surrounding him. His eyes widened and he swore he lost all sense of breathing. It was like he was floating down the halls like the ghosts that lured around every corner. It felt like magic.

There was a specific first year that stuck out above all the rest to the lanky boy. One boy with shaggy brown hair at the front of the cluster had his tie around his head and was singing at the top of his lungs some song from the 1980s. He had another boy at his side, a dark-skinned boy with his shirt tucked in tightly, and it was clear that the two were best friends. The loud one's friend seemed much more conservative and simply laughed and shook his head at his best friend.

Carlton rolled his eyes.

Great. Another trouble maker.

Albus Dumbledore approached the podium with a certain elegance that no other could possibly achieve. He smiled warmly at the new children and nodded knowingly at the older ones.

"i'd like to welcome each and every one of you to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a school full of opportunity, promise, and friendship. To those who aren't new to our school, I am glad I have the pleasure of seeing each of your friendly faces again. Now we will begin the sorting hat portion of our opening ceremony, a time where our paths are set solely by the power in our veins, the love in our hearts, and the strength at our core. Sorting hat?"

The beaten looking hat sang its usual song, which everyone clapped at because if they didn't, he would probably be extremely offended and the ceremony would be stalled another year. Carlton found the whole thing a bit ridiculous for a group of people that could easily conjure up a fireworks show or something, but he liked seeing who would be sorted into his house and more importantly, who was sorted into Slytherin house.

"Burton Guster!" The hat hollered loud enough for the name to echo through the halls of the entire castle.

Gus shot a nervous look to Shawn, who patted him on the back encouragingly and smiled at his best friend.

"Go on, dude! It's not gonna wait forever!"

Gus swallowed and cautiously approached the worn hat. He couldn't help but think about all the heads that hat touched. He would be sure to take a long shower after the ceremony and scrub his head. What if at the last minute everything was discovered to be a mistake? What if the hat told him he wasn't good enough to be sorted into a house at Hogwarts?

He sat on the stool and squeezed his eyes shut. It seemed like everyone else's meeting with the hat was over in a second. Why did it seem like the hat was taking so long? He hoped his head wasn't too big for it.

"Ah, yes Burton Guster. You've got quite a mind don't you? Your wit and intelligence will take you very far. You will be the wise one of the group."

"Group?" Gus responded timidly.

"You should be placed where your mind will be put to the ultimate test. So, I'm going to put you in... RAVENCLAW."

Ravenclaw's table errupted in applause as Gus hopped off his seat and walked over to his respective house. He caught a glimpse at Shawn, who was clapping wildly for his best friend. He grinned and sat beside another first year sorted into Ravenclaw.

"Juliet O'Hara!" The voice shouted from the front and unlike Gus, Juliet was eager to discover where she was to be placed. She wanted to be anything but Slytherin. Though she was muggle-born, she was well aware that she didn't want to get caught up in the notoriously dark magic house. She smiled nervously and turned to sit on the stool.

She gazed out at the audience and made direct eye contact with the loud boy that went by the name of Shawn. His mouth was shut and she tried to restrain herself from rolling her eyes at the thought of the pranks he pulled on the train. He winked at her and then nudged one of the kids next to him, who laughed at her. She hated being laughed at.

"Juliet. Juliet. Juliet." A quiet voice said. "What a bright witch you will be. Loyal, bright, witty, and brave. You could honestly fit in every house if that option were made available."

"Not Slytherin." She whispered. "Anything but Slytherin."

"Not Slytherin? Huh. You could succeed there."

"Please, no."

"Okay then... In that case, I see you best in... GRYFFINDOR."

She couldn't help but smile widely as the entire audience exploded into applause. Even the snarky kid Shawn seemed pleased with the hat's decision. She walked over to the table and joined her fellow brethren as many patted her on the back.

"Shawn Spencer!"

Shawn smiled and nonchalantly moved towards the front of the room. He winked at Gus, who smiled hopefully at him. Shawn didn't have the heart to tell Gus that he wouldn't be placed in Ravenclaw. He knew he was smart but his father and everyone else in his family was a staunch Gryffindor. He restrained himself from rolling his eyes at that thought. Henry Spencer treated being a Gryffindor like it was some kind of requirement to exist. Shawn almost hoped he wouldn't be.

"Shawn Spencer, son of Henry Spencer. Like your family members, I see a lot of potential in you... Extremely bright... Maybe more than he knows? A taste of mischief in the mix... But very brave. Very brave, indeed. Hm. And what's that? You have something to prove? You don't want to be a Gryffindor."

"I want to be something more than that."

"Very well, then. I see you in... SLYTHERIN!"

Shawn pumped his fist in the air and realized he just broke the family chain of Spencer's. Teachers were shocked and the Slytherins seemed overjoyed. Shawn couldn't wait to tell his father this. Gus, over in the Ravenclaw group, seemed scared for him, Juliet, a recently sorted Gryffindor didn't seem at all surprised, and across the hall there was an older, dark haired, bony kid who was glaring at him like he'd just met his first enemy.

How great was this school?
Chapter End Notes:
I just had to open with the opening ceremony (:

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