I tried to slow my breathing as I walked into the Great Hall with the other first years.
There's nothing to worry about, I told myself, I already know that I'm gonna be in Ravenclaw.
I waited, not so patiently, as the hat sang it's song. Then as all the names before me were called.
Finally, it was my turn. I walked up to the little stool, and Professor McGonagall (gah, I don't know how to spell it!) placed the hat on my head.
It had barely touched my golden curls before it yelled GRYFFINDOR!
I got up, and turned back to look at the hat in confusion. Gryffindor? I was so sure that I'd be put in Ravenclaw.
I suddenly realised that I was still standing there awkwardly. I hurried to the table covered in red and gold, Gryffindor. I thought about the reasons that I might have been put in the house of the brave.
There was bravery, obviously, but that didn't sound like me, I got scared just by meeting new people.
Chivalry, I had no more than most.
I couldn't remember any more, but they were probably along the same lines.
It just didn't make sense.
"You'll figure it out eventually." A fifth year next to me said. "The reason that you were sorted here."
"Was I speaking out loud?" I asked.
"No, but a lot of us think that kind of thing when we first get placed. It doesn't tend to make sense for a while. But you'll find your bravery eventually."
My bravery? Did I even have any? Did I even know what bravery really was?
I made a mental note to check my dictionary.