Faites le Tri, Salope
It was the day. It was the day that would determine the entire course of Siriussy’s life. It was the great day of sorting. The greatest day for some. The worst day for most. Siriussy hoped for the former.
He was kicking a stone down the road, slowly making his way to The Chamber of the Alphas for the ceremony, when some guy ran straight into him. He had messy black hair and obscenely crooked glasses— it was a wonder that he could see at all— and was probably six foot one. He was a giant compared to Siriussy’s lame five foot three.
(A/N: Sirius is and has always been 5’3 in my mind, so deal with it boo ;3)
“Wotcha,” Siriussy called to the hurrying boy.
“What the fuck does that mean?” The boy turned around without a stutter in his step and began running backwards to hold the conversation. He had a bag on his back and was wearing a heavy winter coat on top of a hoodie even though it was dead summer and boiling out. Siriussy wondered what he had stolen.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Siriussy decided to up his pace in order to keep up with the fascinating boy.
“Your mum’s house.” The boy turned back around and began sprinting up the road again, same as before their conversation.
“Really? I wouldn’t recommend that, she’s a right bitch, she is.” Siriussy wanted this guy to stop so he could at least figure out how old he was. Maybe he was the altar boy for the ceremony and he was late? Maybe he was rushing to attend the ceremony? Siriussy wondered what was in his bag. No one really ever carried concealed baggage unless they were important people or trying to conceal something…
“That’s one way to talk about your mother,” The boy yelled behind him, having made it at least fifty yards away from Siriussy. “I’m Jame, by the way.”
“Siriussy,” Siriussy called to the boy who was quickly fading from view. He shook his head silently as Jame turned the corner into an alleyway and disappeared from view. Jame was certainly not going to be attending The Great Day of Sorting.
It took Siriussy about another ten minutes to arrive at The Chamber of Alphas and he was extremely late, but it didn’t matter because his last name was Zakk, so he’d obviously be last in the sorting.
He arrived fifteen minutes into the ceremony and was able to slip into the back row, next to a fat mousley boy who looked like he was about to piss himself. Siriussy had missed Sigma Dumbledore’s speech, but he had seen it about fifteen times over his life, so it really didn’t matter. He could recite it by memory anyway.
“Pup Evans, Lily!” Sigma Dumbledore called from his podium at the center of the rounded room. The rest of the community was sitting in a semicircle, looking down at the young pups waiting to be sorted.
(A/N: Ignore my use of the word “pup,” they are humans, not dogs, die.)
A girl from the second row to the front with long, fiery red hair stood up and walked with perfect grace to where Sigma Dumbledore was waiting to give her a title. The confidence she exuded screamed Alpha to Siriussy and apparently Sigma Dumbledore thought the same.
“I don thee, Alpha Evans,” Sigma Dumbledore flicked his wrist and the girl, newly dubbed Alpha Evans, turned to join the alpha section, gratefully accepting the red robe they handed to her.
Siriussy, having missed most of the ceremony, wondered how many pups had been banished to Omega Village. Those pups were kicked to the outside of the gates because of how useless they were to the community. Not many people ended up being sorted into that subsect, but when it happened, it was always a grievous goodbye from the parents.
Siriussy spared a quick glance at the boy beside him as the next pup stepped up for Sigma Dumbledore’s evaluation. This guy is probably going to end up an Omega, Siriussy thought, sadly. Even the worst people didn’t deserve the poverty and suffering those Omega’s went through.
He zoned out for a few minutes, truly missing everything, but not giving two shits because only his sorting mattered.
“Remu and Bemu Loopin, twins I see,” Sigma Dumbledore called. Two identical boys stood and walked together to the Sigma’s podium.
“Bemu… I dub thee, Alpha Loopin.” There were some cheers from the audience, no doubt from the boy’s family, and Bemu walked to accept his red robe, just as Alpha Evans had.
“Remu… I am sorry, you are Omega Loopin. Please wait with the other Omegas in the lobby until your bus arrives. Family, say goodbye now,” Sigma Dumbledore sighed, wiping a single tear from his eye.
Remu fell to his knees in pure anguish as Bemu and similar-looking people, their family, surrounded him and cried.
Siriussy gulped. He prayed he wouldn’t be next.
A little while later, the only two left were the mousley boy and Siriussy.
“Pup Peeta Yettigrew,” Sigma Dumbledore called to the final two. The scared boy stood and made his way, nervously, to the Sigma at the podium. Siriussy almost felt bad for Peeta, as pathetic as he was, they should’ve just spared him the ceremonial banishment.
“I see, I dub thee, Beta Yettigrew, you have much potential.” Sigma Dumbledore shooed the boy, who was practically leaping with joy, over to the crowd of Betas, who welcomed him with a blue sash. It appeared as though the boy’s parents were also there, as a man and a woman with striking resemblance to Peeta hugged him deeply when he arrived.
“Finally, Siriussy Zakk,” Sigma Dumbledore called him up, turning his smirk away from the reuniting family.
Siriussy walked up to Sigma Dumbledore’s appraising eye, mustering all of his confidence and channeling it into his classic walk of arrogance. He was particularly good at this walk, as he loved to be looked at as superior, but in reality, he wasn’t all that great. Fake it ‘til you make it was Siriussy’s life motto.
“What is this? I am getting… I am getting Sigma Zakk! No…your new Sigma name! Sigma Black, after your amazing hair.” Sigma Dumbledore was beaming at the new found Sigma Black. The older man took a slight step away from the podium and bowed deeply, his beard brushing against his bare old man toes.
“Promise that you shall do your community well and rule rightfully over all Alphas and Betas and treat the fragile Omegas with care, as my final job is to train you until you can take over the Sigma Government. You prove to have much potential,” Sigma Dumbledore said to Sigma Black in a low voice.
“I promise,” Siriussy replied. Sigma Dumbledore took a robe hanging from the inside of the podium before him, a golden silk one, and handed it to Siriussy, who put it on with great care.
He felt like the king of the world.