Molly Weasley?
Okay, me then Louis. Merlin, don't let me be in Slytherin. Dom's okay and all, but some of them are downright scary.
Molly steeped up to the stool and listened to the hat.
Ahh, another Weasley. I sense timidity and reluctance. Do you not want to be here Miss Weasley?
No, no it isn't that, I'm just nervous.
Well, I can tell that you aren't a Slytherin. Let's see, very friendly, loyal like your mother, yet very wise, almost to a fault like your father. I think I know just where to put you.
RAVENCLAW!
The Ravenclaw table cheered, and Molly timidly sat down, and listened to Louis' sorting. But not before she caught a smile from a handsome 3rd year whose name she believed to be Thomas Davies.
