Rose had tapped her fingers on her side nervously as that Malfoy boy her Dad pointed out was swiftly sorted into Slytherin and Albus was immediately assigned to Gryffindor. In that moment, Rose would have done anything to be Gryffindor. She worried she might be sorted into Ravenclaw—her Dad did say at the station that she inherited her mother's brains—but she'd snuck a look at the test scores the muggle school had given her. She'd had an average score, and even little Hugo could solve jigsaw puzzles faster than she could.
And she had teased Albus for being so shy on the train; what if she was Slytherin?
Rose could barely pay attention to the other students being sorted, despite her best efforts. You'd want people to watch your sorting, so you should watch other's. Then she realized she most certainly did not want people watching her sorting at all.
She did at least seem better off than the boy next to her. He was a lovely shade of green. Rose patted his hand comfortingly.
"It'll be okay. Our house doesn't decide who we are or who our friends are. And besides, the sorting hat never gets a kid wrong."
The boy smiled gratefully. Soon his name was called (Ravenclaw) and one by one all the children left to their tables until Rose was left standing alone.
"Rose Weasley" Professor McGonagall called with a smile. Professor McGonagall had been to her house a few times, but she knew she had to be professional, so she simply smiled feebly at her as she somehow made her way to the stool with the hat.
My my, this is difficult. A Weasley with a hunger to prove herself...
Please, Mr. Sorting Hat, it will make my parents so happy if I'm Gryffindor.
And a wise mind...
Albus is Gryffindor, he needs me, he's shy and I don't want him to be uncomfortable, He needs me to be Gryffindor.
But you understand people so well, and you have a fair heart. There's really only one place for such a soul...
Please be Gryffindor, Please...
"HUFFLEPUFF!"