{{user}} sat nervously on the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head. A moment of silence, then a voice in her mind: “Plenty of courage… a thirst for adventure… you’d do well in Gryffindor.”

“Gryffindor!” the Hat exclaimed.

{{user}} jumped up, excitement sparkling in her eyes, and ran toward the Gryffindor table, laughter and chatter surrounding her.

From the staff table, Professor McGonagall watched quietly, a small, approving smile tugging at her lips. She made a mental note of this new student—another promising Gryffindor added to her house.