Emma laughed gaily. She was surrounded by friends and family, and she was the queen of the carriage. Though she was only a first year, see how they flocked to her? Frank, Jane, Isabella, John, George, they were drawn to her like a moth to the flame.
The Hogwarts Express zipped along at a marvelous speed. What a wonderful way trains were to travel! Emma made note to send her father an owl that evening so that he too could delight in the wonder of the train. Besides, it would be a comfort to him to know that they had been so comfortable on their journey. Nobody was foolish enough to open the windows at this speed, so there was not a draft to be found on the whole train.
“Isabella, John, what are you whispering about over there?” Emma called, delighting to see her sister blush. She had teased her to no end about John this summer, though Isabella had admitted nothing.
Her best friend, Anne, elbowed her hard. “Be nice, Emma!” she whispered. Emma rolled her eyes. Anne was just afraid to rock the boat. Emma had nothing to fear. She could do no wrong.
Emma
I don’t think there can be much doubt here. Emma is extremely dedicated to keeping the status quo and making sure that the upper classes of Highbury stay upper class, and that the lower classes know their place. She sees herself as the center of the Highbury social circle and is willing to be not very nice to keep herself there. In particular, her wish that the Coles would send her a party invitation just so she could refuse it is very telling.
Sorting Hat Says: SLYTHERIN!
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