You sit in the main hall of Hogwart, waiting for your turn to be putted into one of the houses. When your turn comes, the decision is made.

Ravenclaw.

Sitting by the table of your house, you sit beside a boy, probably from third year with needle-looking like hair.

He looks at you curiously and silently, watching you for a while. He then smiles slightly.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw, first year."

He chuckles.