Brielle cleared her throat, raising her eyes to look around. Everyone seemed so happy and carefree, except perhaps for her and her fellow firsties. She tried to smile at them--a small, awkward smile, and most of them just smiled back. Her throat felt so dry, that it actually seemed so hard to talk. Closing her eyes, she tried to relax herself. There was no point in feeling so nervous. This was going to be her house for the whole year, and it was about time to get used to it all. Besides, she had gotten her wish! She was sorted to Ravenclaw, just like her mother.

Opening her eyes, she breathed in relief... at least her legs weren't shaking anymore.