Esmee Hawthorne

Backstory

The Hawthorne family has been a proud wizarding family for generations, with Ravenclaw and Slytherin always rivalling makes for interesting Christmas dinners. It was never a question of if I got accepted but rather a question of, What house. Having two older siblings one in each house you could say my whole family put a lot of where I ended up.
Ravenclaw, it had to be, I always thought I would know what house I wanted to be in, by the time I sat on that stool in front of the entire school with what felt like a thousand eyes bearing down on me I was completely lost. Watching my brother on the Slytherin table making faces across the hall at my sister sitting anxiously at the Ravenclaw table.
“Hmm, yes another Hawthorne always very particular. A strong desire…., wise yes but you seek great purpose”
It felt like years passed upon that chair, like the whole weight of my future resides in this stupid hats decision. I watched my brothers face as time ticked on, he had always been so sure I would be Slytherin. He's face had gone pale and was no longer teasing across the hall, now he was more nervous than my sister.
Any longer and it would have been a hatstall, I started to plead with the hat. Any house, any house just please, I thought when all other the sudden the hat yelled,
“ I suppose Ravenclaw will just do ”.
Just like that, I didn't know what to do, I couldn't move still in shock a few people started to laugh until a professor touched me on the shoulder ushering me to my new house.
What was meant to be the greatest moment of my life might have just become the worst, and I didn't know why.