Hogwarts was the scariest and most beautiful places I had ever seen on my first day. It was so glorious and huge and held so much history in it I was overwhelmed. Fred and I looked at the castle with so much wonder our large brown eyes probably looked like they would fall out! Everything after that seemed like a blur until it was time for sorting.
It seemed we knew none of these faces of the people around us but I tried to take note of people that might seem interesting. I noticed that there was another set of twins in our year and for some reason that fact got me very excited. Two people were here that knew exactly what it was like to have the other half of them walking around and even though I knew we were not going to be in the same house (they were both put in Ravenclaw) I told myself that I would have to make friends with them. There's no rule saying you can't have friends outside of your house right? Well while I continued making my list of hopeful friends the sorting went on.
When it finally came around to the Weasley last name, my brother, cousins and I simply waited to be seated with James at Gryffindor. After James Potter, there was a block between P and W but Dominique's name was finally called. There was no surprise when she was put into Gryffindor. Fred's name was called and I squeezed his hand as he went up to be sorted. "Gryffindor!"The hat called out without even so much as being planted fully on his head. Same went for Molly and Rose "Gryffindor" was being called through the air.
When it finally got to me I was really just tired of waiting to hear something that was already inevitable. I think even the whole castle was tired of waiting because that year we Weasleys were the last to be sorted in and I think everyone just wanted to start eating already. They, like I, figured, she's a Weasley, she's going in Gryffindor so why are we bothering waiting for her. When the hat got on my head however, it was not an immediate Gryffindor call. In fact, my sorting wasn't a swift one at all. The hat sat on my head and muttered little things I was too anxious to listen to.
When it seemed as though he would be calling my house name I nearly ran out as I heard the first sound but the name that came out was wrong. It had to be wrong. Because instead of calling Gryffindor out, the name it called was Ravenclaw.