Professor McGonagall rolled up her scroll and took the Sorting Hat away. Ron looked down at his empty gold plate. He had been hungry since finishing his sandwiches on the train but the nervousness of the sorting had meant he'd forgotten all about it, now as he sat there the hunger returned. Albus Dumbledore had gotten to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there.