The great hall was indeed that of it's title, great. Heather looked about the large room. At the table on the far left sat her eldest brother Ashton. To Ashton's right, sat Heather's older sister Cammie. Ashton was in Slytherin, while Cammie was a Gryffindor.
"First years, line up along here," an old woman instructed as she stood in front of the students, "My name is Professor McGonegall, and welcome to Hogwarts."
The room went into an uproar. Heather couldn't help but smile. McGonegall put her hands into the room causing the room to once again become silent.
"Now, to begin the sorting ritual. When your name is called, come sit on the stool. I will then place the sorting hat onto your head and you will be sorted into your houses."
Heather looked over at Cammie. Cammie caught Heather's eyes and gave her a familiar wave.
"That's Cammie for you," Heather thought to herself, "A goody goody who is always happy, always friendly, and always perfect. She gets straight "A"s and everyone loves her. She's always volunteering and getting her house all sorts of crazy points. What am I doing here? There's no way I can ever be as good as her."
"Courage Manyon," MyGonagel yelled as the large boy slowly trudged up to the stool and sat down.
MyGonagel placed the tattered old hat onto Courage's head.
"Oh, yes, I see," the hat spoke, "Well then it must be, Gryffindor!"
Courage lept from the stool and over to the Gryffindor table where he was greeted with hand shakes and hugs.
"Charn Lee," McGonegall announced.
Heather looked over and gave Charn a smile. Charn took a large breath in. She slowly walked over to the stool and sat down, her heart racing. MyGanegal once again put the old hat on Charn's head.
"Well, hmm, interesting. If that's what it is, then it must be, Slytherin!" the hat yelled.
A large smile spread across Charn's face as she triumphantly walked over to the Slytherin table.
Heather's jaw dropped.
"How in the world did she get into Slytherin? She's a total good girl!" Heather thought to herself.
"Heather Mackrell," McGonegall announced.
Heather froze.
"Move me! Move!" Heather yelled inside at herself.
Heather looked around to see the entire room starring at her. She slowly began walking towards the stool. Each step felt twice as heavy as the step before. It felt like an eternity before Heather finally reached the stool. She sat down, her face pale and cold. McGonegall placed the sorting hat on Heather's head. Heather's whole body was now shaking.
"Well, oh my, I," the hat began as it started to shake.
Many gasps and whispers were exchanged through the room. All of a sudden the hat began to scream as it began to unravel. By now the entire great hall was in an uproar. Heather looked around bewildered and scared. McGonegall ran over and grabbed the hat from Heather's head and threw it onto the ground.
"Silence!" an old man with a large beard yelled from the table at the front of the hall.
Heather quickly turned around to see an old man standing at the table. The old man quickly walked over to Heather.
"Come with me," the man demanded.