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.