 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
"Kettleburn, Charlotte!" --
--may have caused some concern for those who had known her aunt Zahra, but there wasn't any left on the teaching staff who truly knew her legacy, except for Professor Sabel Dakest, who Char WAVED at excitedly as she skipped up to the stool. Yeah, she knew what to expect. She was confident. She had this. She ALSO waved out at the tables, all smiles and not an ounce of nerves visible in her expression.
She sat down on the stool, the hat was lowered over her hea--
"GRYFFINDOR!"
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"RAVENCLAW!" Charlotte corrected. "It said Ravenclaw!"
Because, see, that was where her mum and dad had been sorted, and she, Charlotte, had been raised with that expectation and, she was going to be a Ravenclaw, surely?
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat repeated, louder.
At PRECISELY the same time that Charlotte yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" In an attempt to drown said hat out. It hadn't even touched her head properly, it hadn't! It was being held above her head, and just as it was about to be pulled away, Charlotte reached up with both hands, grabbed the brim, and pulled it down on her head.
Hey hat, you're WRONG! She thought at it furiously. And everyone says that you can CHOOSE your house and you didn't even ASK me, hat! Are you BROKEN? Who broke you? I'm a Ravenclaw okay? Like my mum and dad! Char screwed her face up in concentration. Didn't it understand?
My dear, you will grow to love your house and after all you aren't the first Kettleburn to become a lion, or the first Toussaint for that matter. I think you will find Gryffindor is exactly the place for you. No other house will do.
Take it back! I want to be a Ravenclaw! Charlotte thought at it, in mortification, but the hat simply shouted once more:
"GRYFFINDOR!"
ACK!
You're nothing but a DUNCE CAP is what YOU ARE, Mr HAT!
But it didn't answer, the hat was being lifted away from her head and she swiped at it futilely, and then after a moment got up off the stool.
"RAVENCLAW!" She yelled again, and with great determination, the newly sorted Gryffindor Char, MARCHED to the RAVENCLAW table. A dumb bit of fabric couldn't tell HER what to do!
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