Because k8yandhammie asked for Victoire's sorting into Ravenclaw.
Victoire was only eleven years and four months old, but she already had a sheet of silvery blonde hair, a grace to rival her mother's, and the entire room's eyes on her.
Professor Longbottom placed the Sorting Hat on her blonde head and she closed her eyes.
"Ah, I haven't sorted a Weasley in a few years. I'd wondered when I would see one. So, you'll want to be a Gryffindor like the rest?"
I… I'm not sure.
"You don't want to?"
I suppose… I don't exactly care.
"Well, then, you have quite a bright, open mind… better be… RAVENCLAW!"
YOU GUYS! 500 Reviews? I don't believe it. No. This is obviously a joke. I want to thank every single one of you. Those who have reviewed once, and those that have reviewed every chapter since the beginning. Thank you all sooooo much. Really.
One other quick note: I have some lines in French in upcoming chapters and I don't know any French. Does anyone know French? I used Google translate, but I know that it's not always right, so if I could just send some lines to somebody and have them tell me if they're right, I would really, really appreciate it.
~writergal24