Disclaimer: No, I do not own Harry Potter. Nor do I own any of the characters, places, objects or anything else you recognize from the HP universe.
-Ginevra Weasley-
I heard my name being called and I nervously walked to the stool. I the Hat onto my head, effectively ruining the uncomfortable plait my mother had insisted I wore on my first day.
"A Weasley, I presume?" the Hat whispered in my ear. I nodded, before realizing the Hat couldn't see me.
"Yeah," I said.
"Well, you're not one for witty replies. I remember your twin brothers-"
"Seriously, I don't want another Fred-and-George tale. I have to experience them at home, for goodness' sake."
"Oh, feisty! A hot temper, too. Very Gryffindor."
"Good, because that's where I want to be."
"Hold on, missy. I never said you were in the House of the Lions."
I sunk lower in my seat. I really wanted to be in the House my entire family have been in. Also, there was the completely different matter of one obsessively handsome Harry James Potter.
"Ooh, got a thing for Mr. Potter, have you?" I could swear the Hat was waggling his eyebrows annoyingly- then I remembered that the smarmy voice belonged to a hat, which obviously did not have facial features, like eyebrows.
"Smart, though I don't think Ravenclaw is your destiny. Academic greatness is not what you want in life," the Hat said, thankfully moving on from Harry.
"No, I suppose not," I replied, thinking of Percy and gagging.
"Not Slytherin- though you are cunning and ambitious, I doubt you would be accepted there."
"So Gryffindor?" I asked hopefully.
"Hold your horses, Weaslette. Have you forgotten Hufflepuff?"
"Please, don't put me in Hufflepuff. I'll never get Harry's attention! I bet he hates Hufflepuffs! He'll-"
"No, no. I was only joking. No, I think GRYFFINDOR is the place for you!"
I beamed widely and only faintly heard the Hat say, as I tugged it off and returned it to the stool, "Good luck with that Potter boy, Miss Weasley."
Yep, good luck is definitely something I'll need, I thought as I glanced at the cheering Gryffindors and for the first time realized that my idiot brother and Harry Potter were still not here for the feast. Darn it. Where could they have gotten to now?
However, I had many more things to look forward to in my new Gryffindor life. But first things first: I tugged open the tightly coiled, old-fashioned pigtail and released my red waves. Thank Merlin Fred has just Confunded Percy. If my older brother had seen me untying Mum's pigtail, I'd be in deep, deep trouble.