It was worse than she had imagined. The hat that is. Delaney can vaguely remember the stories her father and older brother told over dinner during summer months about Hogwarts and the Sorting Hat. She knew it was old. Well-worn. But she had never imagined it to be so tattered and discolored. Even from where she stood near the back of the group, she would make out of the loose threads unraveling at the seams. Hopefully it didn’t smell.
“Whittle, Delaney!”
She walked silently up to the stool and slowly lowered herself down. She looked straight ahead at large doors near the back of the great hall that led to the rest of castle. Refusing to look at her peer. And then suddenly she couldn’t see anything at all but inside of that old hat.
“Hello?”
A Whittle? Haven’t seen one in quite a few years….. Different than your brother aren’t you?
Luca? Luca had been sorted into Ravenclaw. Like their mother. Delaney didn’t want to be like her mother….
Not Ravenclaw? Hmmm you wouldn’t do so bad there you know… the thirst for knowledge is here….. but not for the right reasons
Delaney let out of a huge breath of air she didn’t know she had been holding onto.
Brave and loyal…. Perhaps Gryffindor...no…not pure of heart
The small girl wrinkled her nose in annoyance.
No. I can see it now, you have a desire for greatness don’t you, you’re determination…yes I can see now you belong to…
“SLYTHERIN!”
A slow smile spread across her face as she was flooded with relief. Her father’s house. And as she hopped off the stool, there a noticeable bounce in her step as she went to find a place to sit at the Slytherin table.
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