Sherri's nerves subsided once she sat down at her house table from the Sorting Hat. She could breathe clearly again and she could finally rest for the night. That is, until she realized how loud the growling of her stomach was. She didn't take notice on the train; Sherri supposed it was the nerves that didn't allow her own bodily functions speak... as strange as that sounded.

Sherri glanced down at her new house mates, all gathering and talking amongst each other. Those she met on the train were sorted into Slytherin, as she should have been. No, she shouldn't have been. As many people have told her, the Sorting Hat doesn't lie. It chooses the house best for you. Yes, she belonged in Ravenclaw.

She remained quiet. She hadn't known anyone here. Perhaps, I should take the liberty to say hello? No, no. Right here is fine, she thought, her mind arguing. Still, she was silent.