"Ganymede Craft!!"
:: Ganymede felt a stone in her stomach as she walked up to the stool and hat. She went to hop up onto the stool... "Oh geez!" In her nervousness, she managed to slide it half a foot before the stool fell to the floor with a loud echoing BANG!!!! "I'll fix it!" She grabbed the stool, said a few choice words under her breath as she slid it back and quickly and successfully hopped on.
The hat was placed onto her head and the world went dark. She could feel her sweaty palms grasp the wooden seat and could hear herself breathing. There was silence from the hat... then....
"Ganymede Craft... Craft is such an old bloodline. You have such a masculine mind like your Father. Your Father, Ganymede Craft, named after your Dad. Are you the son, not the daughter? I sorted your older sister years ago....
:: Ganymede rolled her eyes at what the hat was considering her as. People always said she was more of a 'boy' because of her manner and style. Even her name was a boys name. She was the fourth Ganymede Craft. It didn't bother her. "Who gives a rats tail what gender I am or who I was named after. I am here to get sorted you scrap of cloth!" Her mutterings caused the hat to get a bit tighter on her head. ::
"You bossy brat. I can see you cunning, your cleverness, you are just like your Father..... SLYTHERIN!"
:: Ganymede felt the hat get pulled off her head, it was hot under there. She hopped off the stool with the biggest more proudest smile and surveyed the Great Hall. She was in the best house. She began her way over ::
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