Rebecca was , in one word, excited. Her mother had told her that every first year got sorted in to their Houses but she had never been told how it was done. However, instead of feeling nervous, the eleven year old bounced on her heels as she looked over the heads of the students in front of her to see the front. A hat came in view and Bec, thinking that she would have to perform magic in front of it let out a disappointed sigh when all they needed to do was put it on their heads and it would yell out their House for everyone to hear.

Her last name started with an M. So that meant that she was somewhere in the middle. She saw her saviour ( Isabella) getting sorted in to Hufflepuff and Bec clapped enthusiastically for her. As well for Evie, another girl who she shared an compartment as she got sorted in to Gryffindor. She had no idea who the others were but she kept clapping each time someone got sorted.

“Meadows, Rebecca” Bec continued to clap until she realised that it was her name that had been called and she walked over to the front. Now she did feel nervous but she tried not to show it as she sat down on the chair. The Sorting Hat brushed the top of her head when it already shouted.

-GRYFFINDOR!-

What? That was it? Slightly confused , Bec stood up from the chair but beamed as she spotted the red table and rushed over to it.