"Oh my gosh. I'm so doomed. It won't know where to sort me, I'll have to go home. Oh no! What would mom say? Keep calm, Sarah, the sorting hat has never failed. I'll get into a House, and I'll do good in it." I thought to myself. "Besides, I'll have fun and learn anyway". I relaxed a little bit. I guess I'm just overthinking things. I looked up at the hat. Please sort me into a good house. "Sarah Weasley!", read Professor McGonnagal, the Transfiguration teacher. I walked slowly up to the sorting hat. "Well", I thought," here it go's". She placed the hat upon my head. "Well what have we here? A Weasley, eh? I know exactly where to put you." Said the hat. I gulped. "Gryffindor!", the hat yelled. I relaxed, knowing that my whole family had gotten into Gryffindor. Professor McGonnagal removed the hat, and I walked to my seat. There was a lot of clapping for a average student. "It's because mom was so smart", I thought. What else could it be? I mean, she did get the top grades of the century. I looked up at the podium. "Cedric Longbottom", the professor said. Before he even put the hat on completely, it shouted "Ravenclaw!". Was I jealous? A little. But I got into Gryffindor for a reason. I just need to learn it... ~End of chapter three~