'Abbott Hannah.'Ī pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails stumbled out of line, put on the hat, which fell right down over her eyes, and sat down. 'When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,' Professor McGonagall stated firmly. Harry and Emily made a mental note to write home the moment they got into their common room. As the sorting went I'm alphabetical order the four friends and Daphne knew there would be a long wait before they could truly relax. The Great Hall burst into applause as the sorting song ended and Professor McGonagall unrolled the scroll in her hands as the sorting ceremony began.

You’re in safe hands (though I have none) He eagerly listened to the sorting song like the rest of the Great Hall. Harry, Emily, Daphne, Ron and Hermione closed ranks around Neville as Malfoy tried to speak to,him again much to the young boys relief. Before long the first years were lined up,in front of a stool and hat which suddenly opened at the front beginning to sing it's annual sorting song. All Neville wanted was to be treated like any other student, he now knew it would take a while for this to happen. The young boy tried desperately to string into the shadows as the whispers began. Professor McGonagall led the first years through the entrance hall into the Great Hall where all eyes turned toward Neville.

Nott the brave and spurt