Zyanya was trying to breathe, even as her heart thudded in her ears. Amara had just got sorted! She had always known that they might be in different houses but now it just got real. She didn't mind being in different houses, but it was still scary. She had never been apart from her twin.

As her name was called out, Zyanya stepped forward, willing her hands to stop shaking. She closed her eyes as the hat was placed on top of her head.

"I remember your mother." The Sorting Hat said, almost instantly. "And, of course, your sister just now." She thought she sensed an amused tone when it mentioned Amara. "But you're not like them, I see. You have a lot of your mother in you, hard working and loyal, just like her." Deep breaths, Zyanya. "You have the courage of your sister, but not in the same way. You're ambitious, oh yes, there's a lot of ambition. But above all, you crave knowledge. You already know where you belong, don't you?"

"RAVENCLAW!" The Hat declared. Zyanya realized, as she walked off towards the Ravenclaw table, that she was not so scared anymore. Like the hat had mentioned, she had known she would belong at Ravenclaw.