(A/N: Sorry that I haven't updated in a long while, it's just that inspiration and sleep have been hard to come by for me. Sleep, because my teachers think it's amusing to assign all their papers to be due at the same time, and for there to be a never ending supply of them. Inspiration, because no one is reviewing my story. Come on people! I don't care if it's a flame, concrit, love it, loathe it, or even a "cool story bro." Any of those would inspire me to write better and faster. Ranting aside, I don't own Harry Potter; enjoy this chapter!)

Chapter 8: So I'm a snarky, loyal, and brave nerd?

Well first, we had to travel across the lake. Hagrid led us to a huge fleet of boats and told us only four could be in each. This presented a problem for Harry, Ron, and I because Hermione wanted to join us but didn't want Neville to be alone and neither did I. So I decided to let her and the boys spend some quality time together while I went to find an empty boat.

My luck being what it is, whose boat would be the only one with a spot left? Why, Draco Snob-foy and the Goonies'. Sighing I sat as far as I could in the back and started humming to try and ignore the idiots.

Snob-foy, of course, tried to chat me up but I kept ignoring him and just gazed in wonder at the humongous castle that wouldn't have been out of place in a fairytale. It was more beautiful than I had pictured before falling asleep each night.

As soon as the boat touched the shore, I staggered out of the boat and ran to catch up with Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville (whom Hagrid had just given his toad back to.) I caught up with them right as Hagrid knocked on the largest door I've seen in my entire life.

Professor McGonagall answered and led us through the largest entrance hall I've ever seen. And they say everything's bigger in Texas! Anyway, our Pur-fessor (tee hee) led us to this small room to wait while she set up the stuff for us to be sorted. And that is when my nerves kicked in again.

How would we be sorted? What if I was in the same house as the idiot gang? What if I wasn't sorted at all? What if I tripped in front of the whole school? On and on this strain of thought went until I was broken out of my panic by the sight of ghosts arguing as they passed through the room about someone called Peeves who apparently wanted to come to the feast.

At this point, Purfessor McGonagall came back and led us into the Great Hall as it is called. I was beyond having nerves at this point; it now felt as though I had full spinal cords. The entire student body was staring at us and when I looked up to avoid the stares, I gasped.

The ceiling looked like the night sky and it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. We had stopped and I looked ahead of us and saw…..a hat. That sang about the different houses: How Ravenclaw was for smart people, Hufflepuff is for loyal, hardworking people, Gryffindor is for brave people, and Slytherin is for cunning people. A hat is going to tell me where I belong? Anyway, Purfessor McGonagall started calling us alphabetically to try on the Sorting Hat. This reminded me why I have always hated having a last name at the end of the alphabet because of how much time it gave you to become more nervous.

Through my nervous haze, I couldn't help but notice how some of the Slytherins look like they were unpleasant people. If I recall correctly, Voldy-shorts was in that house. Ick. Well, whatever, I turned my attention back to the Sorting so I could watch Harry and Hermione get sorted. Hermione is now in Gryffindor. A little while later it was Harry's turn. This got people talking. Poor Harry, he gets more attention than us all. His sorting took longer than some of the others. However he, like Hermione, got into Gryffindor. It was as the twins started chanting that I realized my family is in that house as well.

The line was dwindling at an alarming pace and soon it was my turn.

"Weasley, Kayla!" McGonagall called out.

People, to my surprise, started muttering almost as loudly as they had done when Harry was being sorted as I walked up and put on the raggedy old hat of destiny.

"I suppose I am raggedy. Anyway, to business: where to put you….. You've got brains, a penchant for sarcasm, fiercely loyal to your friends, and don't take insults or injustice lying down."

So I'm a snarky, loyal, and brave nerd?

"In a word yes, but there's still the matter of where to put you…."

Hmm…well I would say that Slytherin would be hellish for me what with Snob-foy and Ravenclaw might be a bit boring, so either Hufflepuff or Gryffindor would be cool with me. I'll deal with whichever choice you throw my way.

"I think you would fit well in…"

(A/N: HA! My most diabolical cliffie yet!)