III. Hundreds
There are hundreds of people in the Great Hall. Daphne can't help but feel a little terrified; hundreds of people and all of them are staring straight at her. For a moment she wonders why the sorting ceremony can't be held somewhere a little more private.
She chastises herself for that thought. Why is she being so ridiculous? Of course they should be staring at her. It wouldn't do to be overlooked, to allow people to think that she is just another beautiful pureblood girl with good marriage prospects but no brain. She can't have people thinking that; she'll prove them all wrong.
"Slytherin!" the Sorting Hat shouts out.
Daphne feels herself smiling widely as she makes her way over to the Slytherin table like she's always known she would. There are hundreds of people in the Great Hall and all of them are staring at her, just as they should be.
