Ginny couldn't believe it. She had actually been sorted into Gryffindor! Her own mother had been in this house, and her mother was braver than anyone she knew.
Although a small thought kept prodding out in Ginny's mind - she wasn't brave. She had barely held up a conversation with the nice girl on the train, and she had yet to find any new friends. How was she brave?
The thoughts seemed to soar from her brain as she looked at the long, brooding Gryffindor table.
But where to sit??