 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Next was Simon's turn as he heard his named called for the Sorting.
He was absolutely nervous.
the young boy's face flushed red at the sea of students before him, then to his side all the adults, the Professors.
As the Hat was lowered to his head. He realized. He wouldn't know what to say to the Hat if the Hat started talking to him. Like what if it started listing all these things about him, and out loud?!
Then he felt the brim of the Sorting Hat touch the top of his head.
The Hat mumbled something. Simon couldn't even make out what it had said.
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
and that Table. The one covered in a sea of Yellow and Black gave him some quick cheers and applause.
Sweet Merlin! Th-that was Warfield's House!! That man will freak out when he learns he got sorted there too.
Wh-what? But...everyone else got these long elaborate descriptions of themselves?! It wasn't until it was all over that deep down Simon did want the hat to detail things out for him.
The Hat was barely over his head for 5 Seconds.
He hopped off the stool. Looked at his New House quickly then hurried on over to sit with his new housemates. Better their than up here.
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