Dear Mum and Dad,

I've been Sorted into Slytherin …

It keep re-playing in Ron Weasley's mind, the dream he had several weeks before his and Hermione's daughter, Rose, took off on the train for Hogwarts. Now, the morning after seeing Rosie off, Ron was nervous.

What if she really does get Sorted into Slytherin? he asked himself, silently. What do I say? What will she think? What will the rest of the family think?

However, Ron was just starting to realize that there was nothing he could do about the Sorting—it had finished hours ago. Rose knew which House she was in, and he just had to wait for her letter home … All you have do is wait, Ron, he told himself over and over again. Just wait! In a few hours, an owl will come to the window with a letter tied to its leg … then you'll know …

Looking at his watch on the bedside table, Ron discovered it was six o'clock on a Saturday morning. He climbed out of his bed as silently as possible, trying not to wake Hermione. He made his way from his bedroom to the kitchen where he poured himself a large cup of tea.

Ron was never good at waiting, for whatever the "waiting" might be for. As a child, he was terrible on the morning of his birthday and Christmas, waiting to open the package and find the prize inside … similar to the letter he was waiting to receive from Rose.

Ron sat at the kitchen table, re-reading yesterday's Daily Prophet while drinking the steaming hot tea.

Just keep your mind off it! Think of something else. Think of …of … the Cannons! Think of the Cannons like you know they won't make it to the play-off … just like I know Rosie'll be Sorted into Gryffindor … no, Ron! Don't think of the Sorting!

Ron flipped through the Daily Prophet, not really reading it, just keeping his mind off things. He came across an article taking up the whole page a parchment. Hoping by the time he was finished with the article, the letter would arrive, Ron began to read.

Three quarters of the way through, there was tapping at the kitchen window. Ron jumped out of his seat and opened the window quickly. On the other side stood one, large barn owl with a small piece a parchment tied to its leg.

Ron pulled the letter off the owl's leg, gave it an owl treat and then closed the window. Taking deep breaths, Ron unfolded the parchment.

Gryffindor.

That was it. That's all it said.

Ron squealed with delight. He didn't care if he waked Hermione or Hugo; Rose had made it into Gryffindor.

"Rosie's in Gryffindor!" Ron yelled. "Hermione, Hugo, she made it! She's in Gryffindor!" Ron yelled, again, running up the staircase to get the rest of the family as excited as he was.