Lilyan sat comfortably on the bench, her eyes taking in every student as they looked back at her. She had wondered, starting from the very day her Hogwarts letter arrived, what house she would be sorted into. There was no doubt she was a difficult case, easily she could fit into any house.

She had the Ravenclaw smarts and thirst for knowledge. She had the Hufflepuff friendliness and rumored love of food. She had the Slytherin cunning and deep desire. She had the Gryffindor temper and general disregard for the rules.

But the sorting hat know it’s job well.

Gryffindor.