Cyndi hadn't expected more than a smile from the girl sitting across from her, so she was a bit taken aback by the question she asked, knowing it was likely highly personal. Before she could reply though, the other girl was giving her the names of two books. "Ah, that's easy enough" she declared, pulling her wand from the pocket of her robes. "Accio" she stated, naming first one book and then the other, watching as the flew towards her from shelves. They landed on the table, on top of one another though slightly askew.
Having accomplished the easy task, Cyndi turned her attention back to the other girl as she thought about the best way to answer her question. "Well" she began, a gentle look on her face. "Sorting is meant to find us the home that will suit us best, depending on the qualities that we possess." Cyndi thought back to her own sorting, where she'd wondered what house she'd be sorted into, and the stories she'd heard from other students. "Sometimes, we're not fully aware that we have those qualities or they're not as important to us as they might become in the future and that's perfectly alright when you're eleven. You're still growing and still learning about who you are and who you want to be. But, the sorting hat's power is to look deeper than the house we want to give us the house we need to go on and succeed as wizards and witches." She knew that this was something that many students struggled with, particularly when they weren't happy with the house they were placed into. She'd needed to remind herself of this when her son, her firstborn had been sorted into Slytherin, heading off on his journey to become a wizard.