"Noooooo! I don't accept the hat's descision...." After those words screamed out as tears started to stream down her face Emmie had yanked the sorting hat off her head, and had bolted out of the great hall. She did not want to be there.

Now, she a dark haired young eleven year old member of the Vance clan sat on the lowest step of the entrance hall staircase with her head in her hands whimpering to herself. If only she could have been sorted into gryffindor like her brother....