"Allens, Nicole!"
A slightly tall girl began walking uneasily to the front of the great hall. She had long, straight dark brown hair that fell halfway down her back and pretty pale blue eyes that made it all too obvious that she was nervous. Her usually slightly tanned face was now pale white, and she was clearly shivering. She limply sat down on the hard wooden stool. Slowly, she placed the Sorting Hat on her head. She crossed her fingers tightly and smiled. She was ready to be Sorted.
Nicole Allens... you're a muggleborn, right?
Um, yeah, I guess so...
Curious, curious. Your sister was sorted too.
Er, yeah. Sophia's a witch.
Yes, and which house would you want to be in?
Erm, well... I guess, Ravenclaw? Sophia is there.
Well, you WOULD make a good Ravenclaw...
So I'm going to be a... Ravenclaw?
Yes.
"RAVENCLAW!"