"What are you doing little sister?" Fred asks, sitting down and trying to open my diary. "Don't open that. I was just writing in my diary because why not?"
"Dear Diary, oh pathetic Laine. Stuff about your birthday, your worried about the sorting? All I'm going to say is it hurts, right George?" He laughs. "Right Fred, it's painful, but I'm sure you'll make it to Gryffindor, and if not. We're disowning you. You already betrayed us by being born with brown hair." George sits down on my other side.
"That doesn't make me feel better about the sorting but thanks anyway."
Bill crouched down in front of me and whispered, "Don't worry about it, it'll be fine. If you aren't in Gryffindor then who cares? You're still a Weasley and we'll still love you."
Laine is the twin sister of Ron Weasley, but she stands out from the rest of her family. Brown hair, no freckles and Slytherin, hmm.