!!+6xiggzYGlm 03/14/12(Wed)19:34 No.18328393|
An old man, you notice, has brought out a stool. He places it in front of the teachers' table and sets a battered hat on top of it. It is properly torn up, you notice, why, that tear almost looks like a mouth.
Oh look. It is.
The tear opens wider and starts to sing in a dry, clothy voice, You tune out most of the hat's ramblings (oh he's the Sorting Hat and he's okay, he sleeps all year and he works one day) and focus on the parts about the Houses.
Hufflepuff, for those loyal and kind, willing to do what it takes to help a friend.
Slytherin, for those clever and ruthless, willing to stop at nothing to achieve what they want.
Ravenclaw, for those intelligent and curious, willing to uncover the greatest secrets in the name of knowledge.
And finally, Gryffindor, for those brave and fierce, willing to do what they think is right, no matter what cost.
The hat concludes, and the old man starts calling out names, the students around you walking to the stool and reverently placing the hat on their heads. After a few moments, the hat calls out the name of one of the Houses.
You approach the hat, and slowly lower it onto your head.
"Well, my boy. Nothing to say for yourself?" The voice of the hat, clothy and dry resounds through your head.
Indeed, how to introduce yourself, young master Thale?