"Granger, Hermione!" called Professor McGonagall. The girl with the bushy brown hair bounded excitedly up to the stool where the tattered old hat sat. She was muttering to herself the whole time as she walked. She looked around. There were the faces of the two boys she had met on the train. They were whispering together and sniggering about whatever was being said.
How obnoxious,she thought. This was a ceremony and they didn't even have the dignity to respect the tradition.
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on her head. Instantly she heard its voice in her head.
Ah! A sharp one, here. Witty, clever. Definitely a ready mind. Would make a nice Ravenclaw.
But wait! There is also courage. The will to fight for what you believe. Yes, yes.
Hermione bit her lip.
Better be...Gryffindor!
Beaming, Hermoine jumped up off of the stool and ran over to join her new house table.