Ravenclaw
"Oooh," Hermione Weasley squealed as their daughter's owl, Chloe, flew through the open window of their kitchen. "I wonder what house she'll be in?"
"Gryffindor of course," Ron said confidently. "All of the Weasley's have been in Gryffindor, she'll be there as well."
"I wouldn't be so sure about that," she chided teasingly.
"Alright already, just open the letter." Hermione carefully extricated the letter from around the owl's leg and unfurled it.
'Dear Mum and Dad,
I love it here at Hogwarts already. I have made several new friends. Nearly Headless Nick sends his best to you as well. I had a bit of trouble finding the common room.' "But I told her the way to get there over a million times," Ron exclaimed. 'You're not gonna believe this. I got into Ravenclaw. It's awesome, everyone is super smart.
Love Rosie'
"Ravenclaw?" Ron asked quietly.
"She's my daughter after all," Hermione pointed out. "The sorting hat almost put me in Ravenclaw too."
"I wonder what Mum and Dad are going to say?" Ron chuckled incredulously.