When Lily walked through the huge doors into the Great Hall, she felt small and insignifigant. She tried to make herself as small as possible, hiding behind Rose. She was scared beyond belief. When she had asked her parents what Hogwarts was like, they had gushed about the rooms and the corridors and the grounds. But what her mother had loved most was the Great Hall. She said that the roof showed the weather and the food was brilliant. But Lily wasn't looking at either or those things. She was too busy staring at the Sorting Hat, sitting on the stool. It looked old and ragged, but Lily knew that it held great power. Everyone was expecting that hat to sort her into Gryffindor. Her mother and her father's house, her auntie, uncle, other aunties and uncles, all her grandparents and probably all of her cousins had been sorted into that house. it made her nervous. What if she wasn't sorted into Gryffindor? Her whole life she had wanted to come to this school, but know that it was happening, her whole body was immobile.
She heard her name called somewhere in the distance, but still she couldn't move. She felt Rose give her a push and she stumbled forward. Everybody tittered. She blushed bright red. That kind of thing happened to her a lot. But she held her head high like her mother had taught her and walked forward, trying to ignore everyone's stares. When she got to the stool, however, she froze again. The teacher, (she had forgotten her name) pulled the hat off the stool and motioned for her to sit down. So she did. It was like she was almost robotic. The teacher put the hat down on her head, and Lily jumped when she heard the voice in her ear. It coughed and cleared it's throat before it started. "Took your time getting here, didn't you?" It sniggered. Lily blushed again, thankful that the hat was covering most of her face. "No matter. Let's think. Ah yes. I know you. The daughter of the famous Harry Potter. And also the daughter of Ginny Weasly, hey? Well then. It seems that everyone around you has been sorted into one house - but is it the right house for you?" "Yes, please, it is, yes." Lily prayed, whispering so no one else would hear her. "Ok then. If you're sure, better be - Gryffindor!" The hat shouted the last word out into the Great Hall, so loud that Lily thought her eardrums would burst. But she was happy, and a sense of relief clouded around her. She felt the hat being pulled off her head, and noticed that everyone was clapping, Rose especially loudly. She smiled and blushed. She was going to have to work on that if she was going to be a Gryffindor. She couldn't wait to tell her parents. As she walked down the steps and then towards the Gryffindor table, she was already planning the letter in her head. She would use Snowy, her owl, because she was always fast in delivering letters.
As she took her place at the table, she felt her heart swell with pride. As the applause died down, she sighed with content and settled back to watch the rest of the Sorting.
When Rose's name was called, she watched as her best friend walked up the stairs, and she started to feel nervous again. But she knew she shouldn't have worried. Rose was immediately sorted into the same house as her, like everyone had known she would be. How could she not? She was a Weasley!