Out of everyone surrounding her she felt very confident. Too confident, she tried not to let it get to her; as it wasn't her fault she was fully taught what to expect. "Oh, if you end up in Ravenclaw that would make me so happy!" She replayed her mother's words in her head. "I don't know, if she makes it into Ravenclaw it'd be just barely, just look at her, full of Slytherrin pride!" Her father would bark. She shook her head of such thoughts, it's not like they would disown her if she ended elsewhere. "Whatever house you end up in, it's hardly worth much mentioning, the Sorting Hat only takes your most obvious qualities in mind." Her thoughts were interrupted by her name called.

"Kimalia Fanster!"

She shook her head once more, hiding any previous worries she smiled as she gracefully walked and sat upon the stool. The hat had barely reached over her forehead when she heard it's voice. "No doubt about it Fanster, you belong in-

Slytherrin!"

She blinked. "Well that was fast.." And she continued her way to the table where many others in green clapped for her.