Arthur Weasley
In the pocket of my Hogwarts robes I kept my good luck charm. It was a wooden four leafed clover that I had gotten from Ireland some years ago. It was so fascinating, it always seemed to work yet it was made by a Muggle! They're not all so stupid! They've got along so well without magic, but they can sometimes be a bit naive. Like their postal service! They get a posty-man to take the letters to one another, you would have thought by now that they'd be able to use owls! I held the clover firmly in my hand, all the same.
I hoped I would get into Gryffindor, and I suppose being a Weasley I was bound to. I was standing nervously watching everyone go up one my one, but unfortunately my name was right at the end. I had to watch everyone else get cheered and join their houses before I did. I hoped that there'd be a lot of Muggle Borns in my year because there was a lot that I wanted to find out. Like how their cars worked. There were not many around but every time I saw one I'd get very excited. It must be hard to be a Muggle, and not rely on magic. I'd only practiced a few spells (even though you weren't really supposed to do magic outside school).
I was thinking of how the Muggles changed their hair colour without transfiguration when Professor Dumbledore called out my name, finally. "Weasley, Arthur." He said and I walked up, people just sighed, they were hungry, I was the last one and they already knew I'd be in Gryffindor anyway.
Dumbledore placed the hat on top of my famous fiery red hair, which all Wealeys had. A Weasley without red hair was like a Hippogriff without wings! "Another Weasley." The hat said quietly into my ear. "I know where to put you."
"GRYFFINDOR!" it cried. I walked over to the cheering table who were probably more happy that they were now getting food than me joining their house, but that didn't matter. I was rather peckish myself. So I joined them and waited impatiently for Professor Dippet's speech to end.