chapter 3: the sorting hat. RON

Harry and I came into a massive hall last. I could see a ragged hat on the stool. Then a black-haired witch with a tight bun had a list of people.

The sorting began.

HERMIONE

It was my turn to be sorted. I ran to the stool and eagerly jammed the hat on my head. As soon it had touched it, I was sorted into Gryffindor. I sat opposite to a boy called Troy Ealing.

LIBBY

I am a Gryffindor! I ran to the table where Troy had saved me a seat. I saw Parvati got Gryffindor, Padma, Ravenclaw, then...

Harry. He seemed to take forever. Then the hat cried something and Harry ran to join us, the red-headed twins we saw on the train cat calling and everyone else cheering, apart from the brown-haired girl.

HARRY

I crossed my fingers under the table. Ron was pale green and then-

Fred and George were yelling their heads off and Percy was talking to Hermione as Ron sighed as he joined the table. He grinned at me. I grinned at him.