This was absolutely humiliating.
Professor McGonagall had seemed strict, yet understanding.
But here she was, making Trinity participate in the Sorting with a bunch of first years.
People stared at her (it wasn't hard to spot her, considering she was the tallest among the group.)
Ron, Hermione, and Harry gave her reassuring smiles as her name was called.
She shyly approached the seat and sat down. McGonagall gave her a thin smile and then placed the hat on her head.
The hat sat silently on her head for a minute before saying, "You are a Black. . . . And a Trinket. . . . Your mother and father were great people. . . . Mischievous, but great. . . . GRYFFINDOR!"
The shout had been sudden and unexpected, which stunned Trinity. She was only shaken from her stupor by the Gryffindor table's loud shouts.
McGonagall lifted the hat from her head and she went to the Gryffindor Table, not caring that a smile graced her features.
A/N: Sorry it is so short. I just wanted to give insight to her sorting. Thanks to all those who are reading. I hope you are enjoying it all.