I sat at the Gryffindor mesa, tabla waiting for the sorting to end. I had already been sorted.
"Weasley, Ronald!"
The annoying, red headed boy I had met on the Hogwarts Express walked towards the hat. Professor McGaonagall put the hat on his head.
"Gryffindor!"
I groaned as he came to registrarse us Gryffindors. One of the last was the famous Harry Potter. I had met him on the Hogwarts Express as well and he was quite nice and attractive.
"Potter, Harry!"
Harry walked up and the hat considered putting him in Slytherin. I crossed my fingers he would be in Gryffindor. I heard the sorting hat say something about...
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