Chapter 2: Sorting
The annual house sorting had begun. A giggly blonde awaited her fate.
"I hope I get to meet Harry Potter!" she swooned.
"Daniella Winthrop!" McGonagall called. The blonde sat on the stool.
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouted.
"SQUEE!" Daniella sprinted towards Harry & Co., knocking everything off the table.
"…welcome." they murmured. Daniella began snogging Harry.
