 Open! Swedishfish Girl! Madame Librarian! Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede!
After a long visit to the toilets to blow her nose Maria sat down on the grand staircase. She was not going inside the great hall for the feast. Why should she do that when the people on the train had been mean to her? She had been picked on for her big curly black hair and height and everything, it had been horrible. Maria was also worried that the mangy old sorting hat would say something about her part giant heritage, and would refuse to sort her.
Pulling out her favourite Martin Miggs story from one of her cloak pockets Maria began to read. Maybe Martin could help her get the courage to walk inside the hall and get sorted in front of a hundred or so watching eyes?
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