 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
“Dreamer, Devad!”
Dev, feeling a tad nervous, jumped when he heard his name. He had been lost in thoughts about auditioning for the Hogwarts Orchestra which - admittedly - was far more important to him than the Sorting. His thoughts had been focused on which piece to audition with. Should it be Mendelssohn? Brahms? That decision would just have to be set on the backburner for now.
He walked briskly to the Hat. Just before it was lowered over his head {and eyes}, he caught a glimpse of Diallo at the Slytherin table. It would be nice if he could join his older brother there, but Dev wasn’t fussy about which House he was placed in.
“Plenty to sift through in this head and mind of yours I see,’’ a voice said in his ears. “My, my. There’s certainly a vast amount of creativity and originality here.”
This didn’t surprise Devad since he played the cello. He sometimes got creative with his pieces, both the ones he covered and his originals. Did this mean he could be placed in Ravenclaw?
“Hmmm. That’s an excellent question, young Dreamer. You are a recipe for a Ravenclaw: wit, intelligence, a willingness to learn. All signs point to…
RAVENCLAW!”
This was more than okay with Dev! He leapt up, and after returning the hat, made his way for his fellow Ravenclaws. |