Delilah had just walked down the aisles of the Great Hall and up to the front near the dais. She peered behind her and saw all the older students watching and waiting. They were probably starving and just ready to get this over with. Regardless, this is where she was right now, and she wasn't bothered by the pressure at all. There was just something about house fires, deceased parents, and orphanages that made this sort of thing a breeze.

The only inconvenience was that she, too, was starving. That AND the fact that she was super curious about her sorting. These would the be the people she'd live with for the next seven years, and coming from an orphanage, she knew that sort of thing was important. There were certain kids everyone wanted to room with, and then there were certain kids everyone dreaded rooming with. Delilah tried to give everybody a fair chance, but it still made her sort of concerned.

"Ellerby, Delilah," someone said.

Oh, okay, well...no time like the present! The first year drew in a quiet sigh and stepped forward. A talking hat. The sorting hat. Just add that to the list of things she never, ever experienced in the muggle world. She tried to talk herself into taking things slowly, so she didn't stumble off the stool and give everybody an unintentional laugh. Pretty soon, she was situated and the hat was on her head.

"Not the faint of heart at all," it began.

Well, that was starting out by stating the obvious. Delilah didn't consider herself taken aback by too many of life curve balls these days. She tried to remember which of the houses might be for those not faint of heart, but she couldn't place anything right now.

"Another Ellerby," it continued.

Her mom, right? But her mom hadn't been an Ellerby in her Hogwarts days. Her father had been the Ellerby around that time. Somewhere in the back of her memories, Delilah only remembered her mother doing magic around the house. Was her father magical, too? It was something she desired to discover one of these days.

"Ambitious, but adventurous," it continued. "Alright then..."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Delilah would have been okay with any house, but Gryffindor it was. Mmkay then. Let's go meet those new housemates. She hopped off the stool with a little more confidence this time and headed toward the Gryffindor table.