Blonde, Beautiful and Ravenclaw:
Prompt: Eleven
Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the scene before her. The young girl was standing somewhat in the back of the other eleven-year-olds, watching as one by one, her classmates were sorted into their houses for the next seven years. As the line kept thinning down, fear and excitement built up in the young girl.
She knew she would have to go up there sooner or later, having the beat up old hat on her head and tell her where she would go for the next seven years. Looking over her shoulder she caught sight of the Gryffindor table, the table of family legacy. Next her gaze fell upon the Ravenclaw table before gazing over to the other two houses.
She was brought out of her thoughts moments later however by her name being called as the next one. She sucked in a breath, nodding her head as she made her way over there, sitting down and waiting, anticipating to be told what house she would soon be joining.