This was it, this was the day that she was finally going to be sorted. All those years of waiting and speculation was coming to an end. Her hands were shaking slightly as her name was called. They got even worse as she walked to the front of the hall and stepped up to the hat. She made a conscious effort to stop them. Arabelle Reynolds did not show fear.

The main question on her mind was - Where was she going to be sorted? Most of her was hoping for Ravenclaw, the house her brothers were sorted into. All of the stories of their house sounded fun and it seemed like she would like it a lot.

The other part of her wanted to be sorted somewhere else. Anywhere else. She wanted to be different, not the girl carrying on the Reynolds family Ravenclaw tradition. Maybe she'd make a nice Gryffindor.

The hat was covering her eyes now. She took a deep breath and waited for the judgment. The frayed hat was talking to her now, saying all of her strong qualities. It sounded like she was headed for Ravenclaw!

Until...Slytherin. That was one of the last houses she expected. Taking the hat off her head, Arabelle made her way over to the Slytherin table, but not before letting a small smile grace her lips.

This could be fun.