The Sorting Ceremony

Jarica stumbled for a moment, hearing her name. Maybe she it was only her imagination?The girl was there for a moment, making sure no one else was going, but then she realized she was the last one. That fast? Jarica took a deep breath, straightened her back and headed forward. It might seem that she was completely safe and self-confident at the moment, but in reality she was all in trouble and frightened. Jarica somehow reminded a robot, because she had to tighten her body so that she could more or less restrain her legs, which trembled almost as crazy as if she had climbed on the electric pretty. Indeed, for the first time she felt so frightened.

Fortunately, she found her way to seat without an incident. She nodded her head to headmistress, turned her face to the big hall, closed er eyes, sighed heavily and sat down, her eyes being closed. She prayed to her father, who wanted for her get to Gryffindor with all her heart, as long as she would allow her to fulfill her dream. She had forgotten her legs trembling and she felt courage, hoping she would be where she wanted to be the most.. She closed her eyes, she hoped to hear the word Gryffindor.

"I think you'd make a better Slytherin, but if it means that much to you, Gryffindor!"