Eagerly, Mathilda approached the Ravenclaw table after having been sorted. Suddenly, the confusion and the overwhelmingness she had felt since stepping into Diagon Alley disappeared. These feelings were replaced by pride and a sense of belonging as she waved to the students sitting at the table.

As she sat in one of the remaining empty seats, she noticed that she was the youngest person there. Of course! None of the other first years had been sorted into Ravenclaw yet. She eyed the remaining sorting candidates with anticipation. Who would be joining her? Which of these wizards and witches would she soon befriend?

As the sorting continued, Mathilda took in her surroundings. The Great Hall, most notably its ceiling, was gorgeous. There were six tables in all. Four of them were obviously attributed to each of the houses. The fifth and sixth tables hosted adults. Perhaps the staff members? She turned to her fellow housemates, feeling as though she had a million questions to ask. "Who are those people? Will they be our teachers? Are they nice?", she inquired enthusiastically. Mathilda couldn't wait to attend her first class at Hogwarts.