<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Ceceila<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"<strong>Time for another Price to enter our halls is it</strong>?" The voice of the hat spoke softly into her mind. "<strong>But just where is it I should put you, not as many of your family here as in the past.</strong>" It stated peering into her mind and measuring her talents and skills to find just where the best house for her might be. It after all was never the blood that was the most important, but the student itself that determined where they ended up.<br/><br/>"<strong>I see diligence and a dependability. Maybe a touch too trusting</strong>" It said as it gazed into her mind. Focusing in on her skills and habits. "<strong>Gryffindor could be good for you, those brave folks would no doubt help you find world experience and break you free from your sheltered life. I think they might just be a perfect fit for you......And yet, hmmm Hufflepuff might just covet you themselves. Fairness, generosity.....Yes, I see it now</strong>."<br/><br/>"<strong>Can only be....<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Hufflepuff</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. It was clear by this point that the Hufflepuff house had the majority of the new crop of first years heading towards it, but even so late into the ceremony they could only cheer happily on for their new member. Welcoming her warmly to the table, as others cast taunts and tongues out at the other houses that had been snubbed of yet another promising student.