Gryffindor. Gryffindor. WAIT.
{Sorting Hat}

“Gryffindor!”

No. Why? The small greasy haired boy could feel the bottom lip puckering. He pouted as his grey eyes followed the bushy brown hair move left to right as it made its way to the Gryffindor table.

He felt a nudge behind him, realizing that his name had been called. Impossible. ‘M’ was far away from 'G'.

He made his way to the stool and sat down, waiting patiently as the scary old lady set the hat on his head. Gryffindor. Gryffindor. WAIT.

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Eyes widened slightly. I mean. Slytherin. Slytherin. Slytherin.

He felt the hat smirk. “SLYTHERIN!”