Gryffindor was certainly a different house as far as LouAnn's family was concerned. With a Ravenclaw father and a Slytherin mother, she found it sort of unusual---although unique---that she'd ended up in Gryffindor. Now all the family needed was for Lucas to end up in Hufflepuff, and they'd all have gone in separate directions. Once the sorting hat had placed her and she'd stepped away from that stool, LouAnn turned and headed towards her house table, anxious to finally meet her fellow Lions and hopefully make a few new friends while she was at it.

At least her nerves were starting to calm down. She could tell that the uneasiness that'd previously taken over her body was easing away little by little. She sat down at the table just to the left of a girl she had yet to meet, then glanced around at the people surrounding her. These were the people who'd be her housemates for at least another two years, hopefully longer, though, if LouAnn's begging and pleading ended up working. Everyone seemed to be deep in conversation, so she simply sat back and took in more of her surroundings while she waited for a break in someone's chat.