This was it ... the moment that Maxine had been waiting for her entire life. She was about to be sorted, as she stood with all the other first years in the great hall surrounded by so much magic she could feel in her bones where she belonged.

"Bixby, Maxine"

She heard her name, and took a nervous step forward, and then another. She smiled and placed the hate on her head, it was only stopped from falling all the way down her face by he ears. What would the sorting hat see? Her sister Vera was in Ravenclaw, she knew that it was possible that sibling were not in the same house, but she had kind of always assumed that's where she would end up.

"You have a sharp mind, young lady." Max smiled, that she did sir hat, that she did. "But your protectiveness for your sisters is matched by none." With that statement, Maxine's heart swelled with pride, if there was anything she was proud of, it was how much she loved and protected her sisters, even though she wasn't the oldest of them, she was definitely their defender.

And that was her best valuable trait... with her next heart beat, she let a out breath as that hat shouted to the great hall.

GRYFFINDOR