She didn't care about the dishes. NO. She did not. And she'd never really cared about anything before. But this is mad...

This couldn't be happening! Shouldn't! She walked the length of the Gryffindor Table and slumped into the table, rather reluctantly. Head in her hands, she began to curse the Sorting Hat.

Stupid, idiotic, egoistic....argh! MAD HAT!

"Bravery above all! Who asked for that!" she said, loud. Freaking Gryffindor! Her dad had been wrong. Dad lied to me. It placed me in Gryffindor! She jerked and looked across the hall. Zyanya was seated snugly at the Ravenclaw Table.

WHY?! WHY ME? She glared at anyone who caught her eye. She didn't want this....NO!

Must talk to someone. Yes,yes...

For the first time in her life, she was getting tensed and angrier. And she had NEVER been tensed rule out angrier. The sorting hat had placed her in Gryffindor. She looked at the Slytherin Table. Her house, that was her house. Slytherin. Slytherin.