It wasn't often that Daniel got nervous for an event but right at this moment he felt that his hands were getting sweaty as he entered the Great Hall. The Sorting Ceremony was something that he had been waiting for for years and finally the moment had arrived that he was going to join the Ravenclaw House.

His older brother, Minjae had told him about the four Houses at Hogwarts before and from the information he had gathered he was more than convinced he'd be in Ravenclaw.

As his last name started with a Y, Daniel knew he would be one of the last to get sorted and while he waited he looked up at the ceiling and being blown away by the sight of the night sky above him. He must have been staring at it for a while, lost in his thoughts as his name "Yoon, Daniel" being said had startled him out of it.

He stepped forward, his heart racing in his chest as he sat down on the stool and turned to see the room before the big Sorting Hat was placed on top of his head and his sight vanished for the hat was too big for him.

"Ah! Another Yoon! I sorted your brother a while back" the Hat spoke merrily

"I know, now sort me in to Ravenclaw?"

"Hmm, as impatient as your brother, i see. Lets see what we got up in that little head of yours"

Time went by. A long time. Daniel was sure that it was passing the five minute mark by now and he slowly started to worry that the students out of his line of vision were started to get angry with him for taking so long. While the Sorting Hat was thinking, it spoke a couple of words several times. 'desire for knowledge' and 'but don't want to show it off' until it went silent again and after a while Daniel let out a sigh.

"I've made my choice" Daniel sat upright on the stool, giving the Hat his full attention again.

"You, my boy belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"

"YES! - - - WAIT WHAT?!"

Before he could argue with the Hat that it had made a mistake, Daniel was ushered out of the stool for the next student to get sorted.

His eyes traveled to the Blue table with a longing look before he walked to the Yellow one.

Alfie walked into the Great Hall, his eyes wide with wonder. Everything looked so cool and fancy and grand. The ceiling looked like the sky! And there were tables with lots and lots of people in their school robes. And they were all magical. And so was he. He had been looking forward to this moment ever since getting his letter, and now it was here and it was really real.

Alfie didn’t know exactly what was coming. He knew that the first years were going to be sorted into one of the four houses. He kept forgetting the names of them, but luckily the talking hat sang a song about them. He’d heard about the hat too. Dahlia had mentioned there was a talking hat. Alfie thought that was really cool. A talking hat! But she hadn’t told him exactly the purpose of the hat. Then one by one his fellow first years were called up to wear the hat, and it yelled out what house they were. Cool! Alfie had to wait a bit for his turn, but when his name was called he excitedly made his way up to the front.

He sat on the stool and the hat was placed on his head, falling over his eyes. And he waited. There was a long moment of silence. For Alfie, who was ready to burst with excitement, it felt like it could have been hours but it was really probably about a minute. He wasn’t expecting the hat to talk again, because it hadn’t spoken aloud when any of the other first years had it on their heads except for when it called out their houses. But then he heard the voice in his head.

“Ah, a young muggleborn in a world of magic. I’m pleased to see such joy in your head. Let’s hope that lasts, huh? Now, onto the matter of your sorting. A bit of a tricky one. You have a kind heart, but also a keen mind. Your sense of wonder could serve you well in Ravenclaw.”

Alfie tried to remember which one Ravenclaw was. Oh right, the smart one. He was a bit pleased that the hat thought he would be smart enough for that. But he was also a bit intimidated. It was true that he liked learning new things. But for him that involved more exploring and less studying. (Yes he didn’t know all the nuances and was relying on stereotypes, but that was all he had here so cut him some slack). He wasn’t sure he’d fit in with the smart house.

“I see your hesitation. Do not fear, intelligence comes in a variety of ways. Yes, you could do well in Ravenclaw. Perhaps even Gryffindor, with your adventurous spirit. But no, I know the best place for you.”

“HUFFLEPUFF”

That last bit was loud, shouted for the whole hall to hear. Alfie beamed as the hat was removed from his head, and he hurried over to the Hufflepuff table where he now belonged.

After the tear-filled train ride with the nice boy, Victoria followed her fellow first year peers onto the boats, looking out for Lisa or Ollie or anyone else she might recognize. Even Daniel. But she didn't see anyone....and so she had ridden the boat with people she didn't know pretending that she hadn't just spent the last few years crying.

Her blue eyes were still a little moist. Her eyes were still a tad puffy. She had a tissue balled up in her fist as she entered the Great Hall for the first time, her eyes immediately drawn to the ceiling with the floating candles and...the sky? Was it the sky right there? She heard herself gasp at the sheer COOLNESS of it before she looked round at the four house tables. Right.

The houses.

Her father had been in Slytherin, she knew that. She hadn't really talked to her mother much about her history since Alix always got really weird when talking about herself. V had learned not to pry into her mother's previous life before her birth. Her dad had filled her in at Alix's house, at least. Slytherin as well...and she supposed she didn't much mind where she went, nor did she have an expectation of where'd she go. Slytherin would be nice. She wasn't sure she'd make it in Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff and Gryffindor...like, whatever. She just knew if she had to share a common room with that DANIEL boy, she would not be happy.

And what house was Fowl in? She couldn't remember that either. Where had that nice boy Jasper been placed? She had completely blanked on the first few names called to be sorted, and now she was worried she'd be all alone. Ugh.

But finally they called her name, and V slowly made her way toward the big hat on the big stool. It looked older and crustier the closer she got, and she was a little nervous that if anyone had lice, she'd have an itchy head tonight. She even scratched behind her ear just thinking about it. She sat on the stool, crossed her ankles, and shifted uncomfortably. Normally she liked having lots of eyes and attention on her, but this was weird and awkward and she was hyper aware of her slight sniffle here and there. That balled-up tissue in her tightened fist was reaaaaally getting squished.

Ah....A Slytherin line....but a Slytherin that does not necessarily mean... the hat began from what sounded like INSIDE her head. V just nodded slightly, sniffling again and trying not to have to wipe her nose or her leaky eyes just yet while EVERYONE was staring at her. I see ambition, but do you have to willingness to let grab it? Your boldness is strong, too, and it seems to be only a matter of which could suite your goals better. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin would serve you, Victoria Gellar, but I must go with where I think you would learn to hone in your current skillset...

"SLYTHERIN!"

Victoria very quickly slipped off the stool to rush over to her new house table. Slytherin would be good for her, she was sure. She could already feel her heart swelling with pride as she eyed the snake banner hanging above the table. The green color of her house would make her eyes REALLY stand out, too.

Lisa was glad that she wasn’t first nor last student to be sorted. It was one of the times that she was thankful for having a last name smack dab in the middle of the alphabet. However, she had quickly changed her opinion (almost as fast as the weather changing in New England from sunshine to raining to snow) by the time the fourth student had been called up. She had started tapping her foot subconsciously on the ground. It was a little louder than her usual foot tapping because she wasn’t in her signature bright pink gumboots. She felt strange not wearing them and her toes kinda felt pinched. She folded her arms and continued to wait.

Tap.. TapTapTapTap...TapTapTapTapTaaaaaap.Tap.Tap.TapTap . Taaaaap.....


She became distracted when she heard V’s name called. She watched curiously and her eyes widened when she heard the Sorting Hat call out Slytherin as V’s house. Slytherin? Maybe she’d want to be in Slytherin if V was there… but then What if Daniel was there too? Oh no, no, no, no, no…. She did not want to be in Slytherin if BOTH Daniel and V were in that house. That would be absolute chaos. Now…. Where has Ollie said she wanted to end up in? She knew Remy wanted to be in Gryffindor… Serena…. Serena maybe Gryffindor or Slytherin? And she forgot if Max had mentioned which house he wanted to be in. She wanted to be in Max’s house with him. But would that be the right house for her?

That’s right… The Sorting… This sorting was about where she belonged. And she didn’t know where she belonged. Ravenclaw. Gryffindor. Slytherin. Or Hufflepuff. Which one would be her home? The advice that Ash had given her about her house not really mattering had stuck with her a little… yet still she hoped she ended up in Ravenclaw… She had met people in all four houses. Her brother, Noah, had been a Gryffindor but he hadn’t been exactly the most loud or brave of Lions. Her middle brother, Evan, was a Ravenclaw. And her older sister, Maya, was a Slytherin. So naturally she should try for Hufflepuff, right?

Though truth be told, Lisa wasn’t exactly sure if Hufflepuff was a right fit for her and she was the right fit for Hufflepuff.

“Nam, Lisa!”

Lisa cast her gaze towards the Sorting Hat seated on the stool. She didn’t have time to think but she took a moment to catch her breath. She felt people watching which unnerved her but she bit her lip and pressed forward. She was a Nam and she didn't back down. This Warrior Princess Jedi Knight/Witch in Training would conquer anything that she set her mind too.

She lifted her chin up slightly higher and straightened her shoulders as she walked towards the stool. She had to appear confident… Like V had the first time, she had met her. She took her first step towards the stool and could feel herself sweating. Her heart was in her chest and it was beating very, very quickly. Lisa had to slow her steps as she walked up the stairs being very careful not to go too quickly. She had a feeling with her luck that she’d probably fall over and she didn’t want to be the first year that tripped on their way up the stairs to the stool.

Lisa offered a small smile to the Sorting Hat; however, she was unaware if the Hat could see her so she cooled her smile. As she turned around to face the student body, she took a seat on the stool, crossing her ankles as she placed her hands on her knees. She wiggled a little bit out of excitement and a tad nervousness but she stopped her movements when she saw Ash, Evan, and a few others that she had met.

The Hat was gently placed on her head and began talking. “Another Nam!” spoke the Hat causing Lisa to gasp. She looked around to find someone to ask if they had heard the Hat too. “It’s all in your head.” She heard the Hat chuckle…She hadn’t been expecting the low voice. Honestly she hadn’t known what to expect of the Hat.

“Yeah… all in my head.. I’m not crazy..” She repeated, rubbing her hands together nervously before feeling the need to apologise about being another Nam. No wait. She shouldn’t be sorry. “The last one… for now,” she countered, sinking into the chair as she lost her perfect posture.

“Hmmm.. Now what house shall I sort you into? Any preference?” asked the Hat.

Lisa looked up at the hat with wonder. She hadn't known that Sorting Hat would ask you that question. She was hardly qualified to answer it or so she supposed. “You’re asking me MY opinion?” she repeated with eyes as wide as saucers before she narrowed them slightly. Was this a joke? Should’t the hat be all knowing? “I thought you know everything… I… I don’t think I have a preference. The house doesn’t matter, correct?”

She heard a deep chortle from the Hat followed by several ‘tsk, tsk,tsks…’. Ooof. Had she offended the Sorting Hat? She grimaced. “I think that’s a viewpoint certainly but I think the house will help you… Now… let’s see what’s going on in that head of yours?”

“How do you do THAT?”

Another chuckle. “Dear girl... This is magic.”

“Duh.” She restrained herself from giving the Hat an eye roll. Instead, she just frowned at his response. She paused, intrigued by how the Sorting Hat worked. Was he an enchantment? Had a Professor transfigured into a talking Hat? “I assumed that.... But what kind?”

“Now if I told everyone all my tricks up my sleeve.. what use would I provide?” She paused, noting his point, and then opted to remain silent as the Hat hummed and ahhhed. She began tapping her foot. “Impatient are we? Just like your sister. She was impatient too… but didn’t show it as loudly as you…”

“.................................Sorry..........”

“Manners like your eldest brother… I almost sorted the dear boy into Hufflepuff but I knew Gryffindor was better.” More humming. “You are not too arrogant. You don’t lack confidence…. You like knowledge and being right, do you… Desire for knowledge with a wicked streak of fire within you that will need curbing…”

She found herself nodding at the Sorting Hat’s dissection of her. She felt like she could agree with it. Lisa remained silent, eagerly listening. “Hufflepuff would not be the right fit for you…. Gryffindor…. Gryffindor could be interesting…. I prefer Slytherin or Ravenclaw for you…”

Ravenclaw, really? Thought Lisa.

“Yes. Really, my girl. Ravenclaw is where you shall blossom. Slytherin you would bloom too… Ah. Well I have determined what fits you best.…”

“RAVENCLAW”

Lisa jumped off of the stool and skeddadled over to Ash’s table. YAY! She was in the same house as Ash and Evan. She couldn’t wait to join them. She turned to glance over her shoulder and found a few more of her friends waiting.

All summer his mama nagged him. 'You should research the school' she said, 'the change will be good for you' she said, 'it's a nice place' she said. But Mack could smell BS from a mile away. He knew this place was dragon dung. All summer Mack SUFFERED without his friends, the local hangout pool, and his JOB. He basically had been a poor man for the first time in THREE summers.

It had been without a doubt the worst summer of his life.

But Mack prevailed.

Still, Mack was in disbelief at his current situation. Hogwarts? What kind of name for a school was that? How was he supposed to get his Mack on in Scotland? Did they even habla español here? They most definitely couldn't dance here. And not that many of them appealed to him. What a sad sack of potatoes the lot of them appeared to be. Sigh. He was just trying to live his BEST life and this most definitely wasn't it.

A lot happened while Mack mentally monologued his unfortunate circumstances, but somehow he was about to be sorted. Whatever that meant. The kids ahead of him were talking to.... a hat. Freaking fantastic.

Delgado, Maximiliano

He rolled his eyes and inhaled deeply.

It was Mack, thanks.

The sixteen year old marched up to the stool and the dirty hat, briefly considered burning it, before he allowed them to set it on his head.

Now Mack didn't know anything about what was happening. He might have heard whispers about 'puffs' and 'slythers'... maybe even something about birds. But he really didn't pay any mind to these kids. They were weird.

But this hat was talking to him about houses and he refused to talk back. Instead he took in the information from this thing and decided this too was dumb. He was gonna make a list of dumb things at this school and send it to his mama. And then he was gonna wri-

HUFFLEPUFF.

....What the hell was a Hufflepuff?

Before Mack could wrap his head around what just happened, the hat was pulled from his head and in the midst of cheering he was directed to a table with yellow decorations.

If the Great Hall was a runway, Remy was the top model who was strutting it. So much sass in her walk, exuberating a lot of confidence. It wasn't until she had reached the front of the hall, and caught sight of the Sorting Hat, that her attitude changed a little. She felt her heart JUMPING out of her chest, the sudden realisation that her life could be ruined forever if the hat decided to place her in Slytherin, or something.

Remy bit her lip as she watched the other students being sorted, gulping hard as she hadn't seen anyone placed in Gryffindor yet. She noticed her friend, Lisa, having the hat placed on her head.

The ANTICIPATION.

Aaaaaaaand..... Ravenclaw?!?!

She couldn't believe that one of her first friends was in Ravenclaw. She at least thought Lisa would have been put into Slytherin, if not Gryffindor. Remy's smile faded a little, but she still clapped enthusiastically for her friend, because she really liked Lisa.

"Gaeltheos, Remy."

O________O

The blonde's feet stuck to the floor for a split second until a mighty force inside her pushed her forwards. She could do this. She looked down at her feet a few times to make sure she was walking properly, then back up at the stool. Up, down, up, down. And, sit. The hat was placed on her head and it was a very strange sensation, feeling it move and wriggle on her.

Aaahhhh.... hmmmm... Gaeltheos... She jumped as the hat started to speak. Remy wondered if the hat remembered her family's sortings previous to her. Lots of talent, here, you could do well in two houses... but which to choose?

Two houses!?!?!?!? What could the other option POSSIBLY be?!

Remy was about to open her mouth to TELL the Sorting Hat exactly what was on her mind, but it completely cut her off, as if it knew she was about to shout out.

GRYFFINDOR!!!!!

The feeling was euphoric. Remy felt her entire chest collapse in relief and she jumped up, reeking of the same confidence and pride that she first walked in with. The newly sorted Gryffindor had a skip in her step as she headed for the Gryffindor table.

As excited as he was to get here, Alfie just found this boring. He thought the Sorting Ceremony would be some grand event, not just putting an old talking hat on his head. He waited patiently, and his surname wasn't that far down alphabetically, meaning he (thankfully) didn't need to wait that long. Even though he didn't look it, Alfred was super nervous. He had done some research about the houses over the holidays, but none of that helped. The house he was sorted into now would literally define how people would see him and what kind of person he was.

He began lightly tapping his foot, out of both impatience and nervousness. He crossed his arms and wondered what house fit him best. Considering what he found during his research, Slytherin would be the best fit for him, but he was also really smart, so Ravenclaw might work too. Gryffindor was okay, but didn't suit him well, while he did not fit Hufflepuff at all.

"Demaret, Alfred."

Alfie was lost in his thoughts when his name was called out, so he was taken a bit by surprise and jumped a little. He walked up to the stool, acting like the little jump had never happened. He sat down, and the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. Almost instantly, he began hearing a voice in his head.

"Hmm, this is an interesting one..."

Interesting? In what way?

"Well, for one you have features from every house. Two, you're the little Demaret, son of Kyra Williams. I remember sorting her. It was a challenge, just like it is sorting you now. You two are very alike, more than you know. Perhaps even more than you like."

Wait, it could hear his thoughts?! He probably shouldn't think of anything embarrassing then... Alfie rolled his eyes when the Hat likened him to his mother. It was true, he certainly did not like his mother and even less so being likened to her.

"Now, which house do you want to be in?"

Does that matter?

"Yes, it does. Your house defines the person you become, and it would certainly help if you like the house I sort you into."

Alfred supposed he didn't have a preference, since he would be fine in being in any house, really.

"Cunning like a Slytherin, smart like a Ravenclaw. Kind like a Hufflepuff and brave like a Gryffindor. But above all, utterly devious. Yes, it better be..."

He awaited the result eagerly.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Huh. Interesting. Alfie removed the hat from his head and walked over to the table adorned with green banners. He wouldn't have liked to admit it, but he half-skipped over to the table in happiness, because all that anticipation had been lifted from his shoulders.

Serena was mad.

She had unintentionally fallen asleep on the train. She had packed books and bought sweets to keep herself entertained, but as it was, the sound of the train and the small rocking it provided, she had been lulled to sleep. It was to be expected considering Serena hardly slept at all from excitement and the constant checking of the time throughout the night.

Combing the hair on the right side of her head where she had fallen asleep on, the small redhead followed rest of her pupils into the Great Hall. Her mum and dad and grandfather and godparents and aunts and uncles and cousins have ALL told her about this moment. Yet, it didn't come close to the way it was making her feel right now. The breath in her lungs left as soon as her blue eyes took in the floating candles and the starry sky.

Wooooaaah.

Fixing her hair some more, she pretended to be a little impressed. No need to come off like a muggle.

It wasn't long before her name was called. Baltazar-Dos Santos. They both carried the power Serena proudly carried on her shoulders. Nose up in the air, the eleven year old took a seat on the stool and waited for the Sorting Hat.

A smirk crossed her lips when as soon as the hat fit her head it called out loudly...

SLYTHERIN!

Are you suuuure, she thought smugly.

Child, with a blood-line like yours, you don't need answers. Start asking questions for answers you don't already know. Serena was about to take the hat off when...

Beware, the downfall of a Slytherin is their insecurity, and you, my child, is heavy with it.

Well.....that was DUMB. Serena rolled her eyes and handed the Sorting Hat off. She was happy with first bit of their interaction. So happy, she decided not to acknowledge the warning.

lOllie was getting nervous. She had taken in the scenes through the boat ride and was overjoyed at the sight. This was DEFINITELY the place a witch would study magic. She couldn't help but envision herself studying in the library, roaming the halls with friends. It was so much better than she imagined!

Then the boats docked. And all the other first years were put together. Thats when her heart started to race. To Ollie, this could make or break her time at Hogwarts. She knew she belonged to Ravenclaw, there was no doubt about it. But what if tragedy struck and she was sorted into another house! What would her father say? She expected a "Congratulations, Daughter. I am so proud to see you following in my footsteps." letter from her father. What would he send if she was sorted into something else?

She didn't have much time to think about it. Everything was happening so fast! Rushing into the Great Hall, starting the Sorting Ceremony.

She watched as other first years got called and sorted, but she knew her faith would come soon. And it did.

"Burke, Olive"

She felt like her heart had stopped beating. She could almost feel her face turn white. She swallowed and began her journey to the sorting hat. She sat down quietly, feeling all eyes on her. Her cheeks flushed bright red, she hated being the center of attention. She felt the hat being placed on her head.

Ohhh... a Ravenclaw lineage.... Ollie almost jumped out of her seat hearing the voice. Don't worry, only you can hear me. Her heart rate slowed a little. She was happy knowing that the rest of the school couldn't hear why she was sorted where.

Now where to put you. Ahh Ravenclaw would be a good match. You are clearly very intelligent.... Maybe you focus too much on your studies. Am not!


I have a good choice for you, daddy's girl Ollie closed her eyes hoping, PRAYING she was put into Ravenclaw.

"Slytherin!"

She gasped. WHAT! There was no way there had to be a mistake. Tears welled up in her eyes. But she didn't get to ask the Sorting Hat if he was sure, or why he said Slytherin. She was ushered off to the Slytherin table, right next to V.

If someone looked at one Scarlett Mordaunt casually walking up to the front of the Great Hall with her peers, they would never think she had a pretty strong and rather heavy family background when it came to sorting.

The girl was the epitome of relaxed, chilled and ready to have some FUN. Which was what school was all about ANYWAY. She smiled as she looked aaaaaaaaaaallllll around her at eeevveerryything that was there and all the stuff floating around and stained glass WINDOWS and CANDLES and the STARS ALL THE WAY UP THERE.

It was all so PRETTY and COOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The eleven year-old stood there for a looonnnggg time - it always happened to her when they went in alphabetical order -, an upbeat tune playing in her head causing her head to bop as she swayed in place. Ladedaaaah.

OH, YAY, IT WAS HER TUUURNNNNNN NOOOWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Finally rushing off to take a seat on the stool, Scarlett placed the Sorting Hat on her head and started to kick her legs as she once again waaaiiittteeeedddddd for a rather long time.

MERLIN, it was like the Hat was taking his sweet time that evening with eeevvvvverybody, including herself.

Scarlett probably didn't look like she was listening to what the Hat was saying, and she kept looking around at the Great Hall itself. To do that, she had even lifted the front of the Hat a little because it was HUGE and it was covering her eyes. It told her to sit still and put it back on properly, but did she do it? Nope. She continued to kick her legs as she grinned and looked around.

Eeeeeeeeeventually it decided to shout, FIIIIINALLY.

"HUFFLEPUFF!!" It said.

"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Scarlett exclaimed, jumping up and carelessly tossing the Hat back on the stool before skipping towards the table that was the LOUDEST when it came to APPLAUDING her being NEWLY SORTED.

HER MUM AND NANA'S HOUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mystie made her way up to the front of the great hall with the other first year and transfer students to be sorted in to their houses. She anxiously waited to be called to sit on the stool and have an old look hat placed on her head. She was hoping for Slythrin.

Blackbourne, Mystie

It was her turn now. Frankie made her way up to the stool and sat down. At that moment is when she really realized how quit it was and all eyes were on her and the darkness.
Before Mystie can whisper Slytherin she heard,

'SLYTHERIN!'

Then an applause. The hat was taken off and she headed to the table of Green and Silver.

Hogwarts was startlingly cool, majorly so.
Were they sure she was supposed to be here? seemed like a kind of mix-up if you asked Mal, not that you had, but if you had- well, she'd have laughed it off until you'd forgotten the question entirely. Standing there amongst the first years with their chirping mouths and oversized robes she felt big, tall, a sunflower in a daisy patch. The saving grace being that she wasn't the only Salgado-Ramirez awaiting the mangy hat's decision. Mal made it a point to stick her tongue out at one whenever the other wasn't looking, it was a good bit of fun for about five minutes and then she got super bored, super duper bored.

This was taking a million billion trillion kazillion years, Mal's feet were hurting in her pointy-toed boots, her throat was dry, her thighs were burning, she was dyninggggggggggggg. Didn't anyone care? weren't they all bored out of their minds? could they not feel time dripping away? precious, valuable, delicious time?
Couldn't they-

Salgado-Ramirez, Magdalena

Oh, that was her. Mal smiled crookedly, skipping past first years and family members with a spritely grace. She popped onto the little brown stool and waited for the hat to be placed on her head, her heels bouncing on the stone floor.

Nice hair.

Thanks, I washed it today. Do you talk in everyone's head like this?

Yes, I do.

It's a little invasive.

You're not the first to believe so. Now let me see. The voice hummed and hmm'ed, Mal tried to look up past it's brim, but she couldn't see their brain, just fabric.

You have a healthy imagination, bravery... but a recklessness... you need rules, young lady.. and balance.
Mal was unimpressed, her rested her chin on her fist and promptly rolled her brown eyes. The hat chuckled.
Yes... Balance, and a home which will nurture your talents without judgement... but with warmth...

hmm.. yes... it had better be... HUFFLEPUFF!!

HUH??? HUH???
THE BADGER HOUSE?

NO, NO, NO, SHE WANTED SLYTHERIN. SLYTHERIN. Mal grabbed the brim of the hat and held it tight to her crown, refusing to let it be removed.

No, you're wrong, I'm a Slytherin, a snake! I'm cool! I am, you can ask anyone!

It was the hat's turn to be unimpressed, they grumbled and wriggled.
You heard me, it's Hufflepuff for you. Now go on to your Housemates, go on!

Mal was red-faced as she practically threw the hat onto the stool. That thing had no idea what it was talking about, Mal wasn't a hufflepuff- she was sneaky- and stealthy- and hot and no hufflepuff in history was hot.
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Steam literally pouring from her ears, the newly crowned third year hufflepuff walked to her house table.