Layla didn't know what House she would be in, but obviously everyone else in the Great Hall knew. There was only one table with people who weren't glaring at her as soon as her name was called. "Skeeter, Layla!" Professor Mcgonagal called. Slytherin seemed joyful, as if they were hoping they could make the narrative exactly the way they wanted. Layla wasn't so sure. She hoped she would be in Hufflepuff, since they seemed to be chill. So she nervously walked up to the hat, placed it upon her head. "Hmm...you could be good for Gryffindor, with all that boldness.." The hat mumbled. Layla shot a glance at their table, and saw glares in return. "Maybe not... Oh, here we go, a good fit, RAVENCLAW!" The hat finally announced. Scattered applause rippled through the Great Hall as Layla sat down. "I promise Mom, I'll find a story." She thought. "But you don't know what story is coming for you."
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