Wilhelmina watched from her seat at the Gryffindor table as the girl waited eagerly in line to be sorted. She clapped along with everyone else from her new house when a boy was placed in Gryffindor, but she couldn't for the life of her remember his name. Her attention was still fixated on this girl who seemed so much larger than life. Whilst the children surrounding her were all fidgeting nervously – Wilhelmina had been one of them prior to her own Sorting – the girl stood proudly, head held high.
Wilhelmina watched with more anticipation than she had for her own sorting as the girl was called forward – "McGonagall, Minerva" – and walked calmly up to the three-legged stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head and there was complete silence in the Great Hall. She held her breath as the girl – Minerva – sat on the stool patiently, waiting for her house to be called. A full minute had passed before Wilhelmina began to panic slightly; what if there had been some sort of mistake and she wasn't going to be sorted at all? She didn't seem worried, but Wilhelmina felt a terrible fear clenching in her chest, but then…
"GRYFFINDOR!"