Hagrid led us into the Great Hall, where we were met by a tall, stern, woman whose grey hair was tied in a tight bun and who wore glasses. “This is Professor McGonagall,” said Hagrid. “Professor McGonagall, the firs’ years.”
“Trevor!” shouted a nerdy-looking boy who had lost his toad.
The double doors swung open, as Professor McGonagall led us down to the hat.
“Abbott, Hannah!” she cried.
A rosy-faced girl in blonde pigtails stumbled forward, as Professor McGonagall put the hat on.
“HUFFLEPUFF!” cried the hat.
She took off the hat and scurried off to the Hufflepuff table.
I zoned out, as more people were sorted. I noticed Rainbow Dash was a Gryffindor, Violet, a Ravenclaw, and Applejack, a Hufflepuff. I was waiting for my turn.
They called out Potter’s name, which took 5 minutes to sort, the longest to be sorted.
Then more names. And more names. Then they called my name. Blaise nudged me. I was visibly shaking as I went to the sorting hat.
Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head.
“Ah,” said the hat. “The Dark Lord’s child. Your parents want you to be like them, but you don’t want to, am I right?”
I nodded. “Okay,” said the hat. “I see you’re a smart, resourceful child, but you’re brave and you’re not afraid of saying your views. You’re creative and kind. Hmmmmm... Where to put you?”
Some silence. “GRYFFINDOR!”
Blaise groaned. As I walked past him, he grasped my hand. “Meet me on the lawn tomorrow break,” he whispered.