George
"GRYFFINDOR!" The sorting hat shouted. Lee Jordan smiled, and gave me a thumbs up. He had seemed moody on the train, but I was beginning to like this boy. He trotted over to the loudly clapping Gryffindor table, and sat down near my older brother, Charlie. I was starting to get nervous. In front of me, Fred seemed to sense this, and turned around to grin at me. "It'll be alright. Stop worrying." He muttered, then turned around quickly. When it was Fred's turn, he swaggered up to the hat, and sat down, placing the old, dirty hat on his head. After what seemed like ages, it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!"
Fred pulled the hat off, grinning, and went to sit next to Percy, who nodded his approval. "George Weasley." I gulped, and started forward. Seating myself on the stool, I quickly placed the Sorting Hat on my head. "Hmmmm. Another Weasley? And much like the last one I see. But not the same, no different, very different. You would do well in Hufflepuff…No? Well then….I suppose…."GRYFFINDOR!" I ripped the hat off and almost ran to sit next to my twin, who lightly punched me in the arm. The purple-haired girl, Sammy, was next. Her last name was Zinc, or something. She was sent to Gryffindor as well, and came to sit across from me, next to Lee Jordan. I think she said something, but I was too relieved to listen.