Test
This was a test.
This was a test of character, of faith, of family, of will. She wasn't the first to be subjected to the test, and certainly wouldn't be the last. It wasn't meant to be a test you could fail, but all the same she was still terrified that she might. She would be a disappointment; a laughing stock if she failed. She would also be the first to fail, to lose. The first in a long line of winners.
Please be Gryffindor. Please, please, please put me in Gryffindor.
The test couldn't last this long could it? It should be over. She should be with her family. Instead, she stayed on the wooden stool, praying. She took shaky breaths, her eyes wandering she great hall. She tried not to look at one table though; she tried to avoid the eyes of her family. She was afraid of what she might see. Instead, she focused on a table of green-clad students. She shuddered; she'd go anywhere but there. Why was she still here? Did this mean she wouldn't pass? Would she in fact join the green snakes?
"Gryffindor!"
Yes. She let out a long breath that she didn't know she was holding. She passed her test- passed with flying colors. She ran into the arms of her brothers, taking her place among them. She beamed at all the others around her who had passed the test as well. And all was well in her world, because she was where she belonged. She almost missed the frown of disappointment and sadness from a blond boy, two long tables away, who sat with the snakes. She almost missed the hope leave his eyes; the hope that she might join him instead of the lions that surrounded her.
Almost.