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G is for Gryffindor
It was as if the whole hall was holding its collected breath, Hermione thought.
"Smith, Jonathan."
"He's going to be in Hufflepuff like his father for sure." Severus whispered from the doorway of the Great Hall.
"Ravenclaw!"
Hermione slid a mocking glance to her husband, who ignored her.
"Snape, Serena."
Hermione felt her heart begin to thud the same way it had when she walked to the sorting hat. It would have been so much harder to have a last name low on the alphabet; at least she hadn't had to wait so long. Severus reached for her hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
Her daughter had all the grace that Hermione only wished she had at that age. She held her head high and proud as she strolled to the front, her black hair gleaming brightly as it swayed in the torchlight. There were soft whispers throughout the hall as the tall, pretty girl with her mother's eyes and father's gumption sat upon the stool with her shoulders squared and a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
The two minutes and forty-seven seconds that the Sorting Hat took to place her daughter seemed agonizingly long and Hermione could tell by the way Severus' grip tightened on her hand that he felt slightly anxious as well.
The Sorting Hat opened its torn mouth and echoed one word loudly across the room:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Hermione grinned and Severus moaned.
"Just what this family needs, another lioness."
A/N: There you are my lovies! A Gryffindor girl. Review, please! I know that this chapter is pathetically short, but I think that it says all that needs to be said. Oh, and don't worry, we shall see Serena Snape several more times!
