A/N: Hello there, people of Earth! Here is Chapter 11, I hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I really don't own Harry Potter.

Sonia Arielle Goldstein- September 1, 2015

A short brown haired girl stood surrounded by a large group of friends. They were all laughing at some joke that she had told them, consequently making it impossible for anyone around them to hear the professor walking up behind the large group of students. "And then," she said, gasping for breath, "he says to me 'Have you got yourself a singing toilet there?'" The group roared with laughter, many wiping away tears. "Then I say, 'No, but it sure does talk a lot!'" Some kids were on the floor now, laughing so hard. A couple kids behind the girl were staring at her with looks of resentment across their faces, wanting to be the center of attention themselves.

Sonia Arielle Goldstein, as she was called, was shrieking with laughter herself, moping her wet eyes on her sleeve. Professor Longbottom chose just that moment in time to call everyone to order so that they could proceed calmly into the Great Hall. This did not work, however, as most of them were still chortling and giggling as they walked down the path. The girl in front of Sonia, her best friend, was among them, still wiping her streaming eyes.

"Hey, Amelia," Sonia whispered. "What'd you think of my little show back there?"

Amelia smiled wryly. "You were doing it for him, weren't you?"

"Of course," Sonia scoffed. "Now, was he watching?"

"Oh, he was watching all right," Amelia said, her face lighting up in a grin of pure mischievousness. "But with a look of disgust…"

"Sure," Sonia laughed. "If I hadn't known that you were right, I think I'd've taken offense to that comment. But seeing as we both know he hates me, I believe you wholeheartedly…"

"Personally," Amelia began, "I think he fancies you."

"Sure, and pigs fly," Sonia said, smiling at her friend. They walked the rest of the way in silence, each alone with their thoughts.

The truth was, Sonia was worried. Her and Amelia had been best friends since birth, but she had an odd little inkling that the Sorting Hat would split them up. She knew that Amelia would totally be going to Hufflepuff, but Sonia wasn't so sure where she would be headed. Her mother, Padma Goldstein (née Patil) had told her that her name meant wisdom, but she didn't know if she possessed any.

For Sonia, it had always been her little sister who was the smart one, her little sister with a book always in her room. Sonia had always been looking over fashion magazines, fawning over boys (like her latest crush, Andrew Rivers), and never really caring about her studies. She knew that her little sister, Claire Padma, would be a surefire Ravenclaw when she came to Hogwarts in three years' time.

But Sonia wasn't so sure. She definitely wasn't fit for Gryffindor; Sonia was scared of everything. She wasn't fit for Hufflepuff; Sonia wasn't nice to everyone. She wasn't fit for Slytherin; Sonia had zero ambition. And last of all, she wasn't fit for Ravenclaw; Sonia never did her homework. Secretly, Sonia was dreading sitting on the stool and having the hat be on her head for an eternity before Professor Longbottom eventually pulled it off her head and, saying that they must have made a mistake when accepting her to Hogwarts, told her to go home on the Hogwarts Express.

Finally, the first years had arrived at the front of the Great Hall. Professor Longbottom was reading from a list of names; it seemed as if the hat had already sung its song. It didn't take long for her name to be called. "Goldstein, Sonia!" After shooting a fleeting glance at Amelia, she shouldered herself up to the front of the crowd and, grinning, placed the hat on her head.

"Ah, a Goldstein, I see. Very interesting…" a voice said in her ear.

Sonia jumped, and from behind her she heard a voice that sounded distinctly like Amelia's saying, "Well, seems like it just talked to her." Sonia grinned in spite of herself and thought, Look, before you ask, I don't know what House I want to be in.

"Ah, undecided, I see… Hmm, Slytherin and Gryffindor are out. Hufflepuff doesn't seem like the right fit. Ravenclaw is debatable… Tricky costumer…" the hat added mysteriously.

Sonia sighed dejectedly. I'm a nobody.

"That's not true!" the hat admonished, speaking loudly now. "Of course you're somebody, and with a brain like yours, you're sure to find your House. Speaking of which, I have decided upon a House for you."

Sonia's heart soared. You mean I won't have to sit here awkwardly and then be returned to my house with disgrace upon my family's name because I didn't belong here?

The hat chuckled. "I see you've put a lot of thought into that." Sonia nodded fervently. "However, you will have a new family. For you, your brain is the most important. That being said… RAVENCLAW!"

Looking immensely relieved, Sonia took off the hat and proceeded to the cheering Ravenclaw table. Her years at Hogwarts were the best of her life, and she graduated the most cherished Head Girl that Hogwarts had ever seen.

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