She wasn't sure what she was expecting, really. Nobody in her family had ever attended Hogwarts before and the only thing she knew about this place was from reading about it. BUT, she had been thinking about the sorting ceremony a lot over the summer and had concluded she would be a Hufflepuff. Yep, it would only make sense. She was NICE and LOYAL...and stuff.

"Monteleone, Bethani!"

She squealed in her head. The butterflies in her stomach were trumped by the excitement of finally, FINALLY, getting an answer to the one question that had been mulling around in her mind since she found out she'd be going to Hogwarts instead of Beauxbatons. Blegh, Beauxbatons. She'd never say that to her parents though. Anyway, she'd be fine wherever it put her. She made her way over to the stool and plopped herself down. The hat was placed on her head and she drummed her fingers against her knee in anticipation.

Let's see...ahhh, quite a mischievous one. You have an adventurous streak, and it seems you appreciate learning and you are quite strong-willed, although...you are not particularly competitive...no, that is not the place for you...I see you have a strong determination to protect those who cannot do so themselves...and you possess a desire to prove yourself...hm, Hufflepuff, you say? No, no, you would not succeed there...and alas, you do not possess the cunningness of a snake...and so it must be

"Gryffindor!"

She took the hat off her head, whispered a thank you to it, and leaped up from the stool with a bright smile. She couldn't wait to meet everyone, she thought, as she rushed over to the red and gold table.