“HUFFLEPUFF”

The bellow erupted from the brim of the Sorting Hat before ‘Pendlewick, Euphrosine' had even set her bottom to the stool she'd been instructed to sit on (and had quite knocked over in her excitement to the dismayed titters of amusement of everyone in the Great Hall, turning her cheeks as pink as her nickname.)

With a squeak of surprise, the daughter of a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor piped up, “Wait! Why—”

The hand, lifting the Hat from her head paused,  blinking, with a ‘yes, dear?’, as more giggles erupted, and Rosie opened her mouth, but the thought was gone.

“Er. Um, I—”

The professor pointed to the table of warm yellow and black with a kind smile, and, cheeks still flaming pink, the pig-tailed blonde bounded happily over.

And she only tripped on her shoes once.