A/N: This one's a bit fluffy, but I wrote it because of a bad day my co-writer, RandomMuggle had, so of course it's fluffy! Anyway. I don't own Harry Potter. Enjoy! (and review?)

Gryffindork

Sometime in March, 1991

Second Year

Jo lay in her narrow bed at school, tossing and turning this way and that. She was dreaming. Or Nightmaring, if that's a word. She was a first year again, surprisingly tiny and so, so nervous. "Montgomery, Jocelyn" Professor McGonagall called and Jo burrowed her way to the front of the crowd. She walked up the steps to the stool, turned and sat.

The Professor lowered the sorting hat onto her head and it began to whisper mumblings and grumblings in her ear. "Let's see here, plenty of loyalty yes, ooh and a good mind here, yes, a solid thirst for knowledge. I could put you in Hufflepuff, sure. But it takes plenty of courage to be so far from home, in a completely new environment. Oh that's a stubborn streak I see, Yes also a good fit for Gryffindor. But also a good place for Hufflepuff, hmmm. You had quite a bit of nerve to stand up to those bullies, yes, quite a bit. And speaking of nerves, I see that hit one! A rather short leash on your temper. All good things. Yes, GRYFFINDOR!"

Jo's heart cracked and she shot a glance towards Leili who was trying to look like she couldn't be prouder but couldn't quite hide the twinge of disappointment. Her sister had been sorted into Ravenclaw and now she was all alone in Hufflepuff, a house full of strangers.

Before the hat was pulled off her head Jo snarled, "You're wrong!" But the hat just laughed as it was lifted away and then she was being ushered to the Gryffindor table where she sat and tried not to feel as though she might cry. She glared at anyone who dared smile at her.

"Jo," Leili's voice suddenly said in her ear, her hand shaking her shoulder. "JO!" she half-shouted half-whispered, shaking some more. "Jo, wake up!" Jo blinked. Her eyes shot open, the candle beside the bed cast a flickering yellow light over everything.

"Where am I?" she asked hurriedly.

"School. Bed. You were dreaming. I think…" Jo's eyes shot to the walls, yellow with brown accents. Hufflepuff Colors.

"Oh thank god. I'm a Hufflepuff."

"What would you have done if you weren't?"

"Snuck out of Gryffindor tower, snuck in here and made Professor Sprout adopt me."

Leili grinned, "Good Plan. So, Gryffindor, huh?" Leili climbed onto the bed beside Jo. "Scootch over."

Jo snorted, obliging. "Try Gryffindork."

"Tell me about the dream," Leili said, running her fingers through Jo's hair after Jo plopped her head in her lap.

"Too awful," Jo yawned. Leili continued stroking Jo's hair.

"Tell me anyway." So Jo did, and her sentences were punctuated by yawns. When dawn rose hours later, Jo's head was still in Leili's lap and Leili's fingers were still in Jo's hair, but they were both sound asleep.