"Lockwood, Samuel!" "It's now or never," thought Sam, as he shook nervously. The short walk up to the Sorting Hat's stool felt like half a mile but he had made it. Sam picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it upon his head where it fell all the way down to his nose. Peering into the darkness that was the inside of the Sorting Hat, Sam was startled, as he'd just heard a rogue voice he hadn't expected.
"My, my. A Lockwood. It's been nearly 30 years since I sorted one of you. Let's see.... I see intelligence, loyalty, some bravery, and a fondness for justice. I'm thinking HUFFLEPUFF!
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