The sound of clapping seemed numb to Ron, as he stood up and started to walk towards the table he refused to look at his brothers. He couldn't bear to see their disappointment, their disgust, a Weasley in Slytherin, Ron didn't think it had ever happened. Merlin, what would his mother and father say? Ron couldn't think about that right now, he had to focus on more important problems such as where he was going to sit. He knew that the Slytherins wouldn't be impressed with his sorting, his father had caused a lot of problems for more prominent members of society and now he was in a house full of their children.