<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Darcy<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"<strong>Another Fredrickson and the baby no less</strong>." Just like ever student before her, and every student that would come next a voice sounded in her head as the hat was placed on her. Unlike students before her it didn't instantly call out a name and instead would look deep into her mind as it sifted on where to sort her. It seemed where to sort this one wasn't as clearcut and obvious as the rest.<br/><br/>"<strong>You're certainly no Slytherin, Gryffindor would be poor as well...</strong>" The hat said in her mind eliminating two houses right away. "<strong>I see much of your brother and sister in you.</strong>" It continued as it pondered between the two remaining houses left to her. "<strong>But which one are you most like?......Hmm. Friendly and caring, but clever as well. A ambitious father, but are you truly ambitious or simply loyal to him?</strong>" It would continue back and forth in her mind for nearly two solid minutes.<br/><br/>"<strong>Since house is not important to <em>you</em> Ms. Fredrickson tell me, when you look up at the night sky, are you drawn more towards the Stars or Towards the Moon?</strong>"