The Sorting Hat

Pansy and I immediately start to discuss Hagrid's reaction.

"I don't think they were friends," Pansy says.

"How old is Hagrid? That Riddle could have been my grandfather!" I exclaim.

"I don't think you guys should discuss that," Ron advises.

We stare at him.

"Why would we not discuss this?" I say.

Right when Ron opens his mouth, I cut him off.

"That was rhetorical question."

I turn away to discuss the topic more, when a woman in green appears.

"Please get into a line. Thank you. Now, I will call your name, and then you will sit on the stool. Everyone else wait," she says.

"Abott, Hannah!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

I tune out other people that don't matter, and listen to see what house my friends got put in.

-The characters aren't in this exact order. There are people in between each person's name(if that makes any sense)-

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Nott, Theodore!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Parkinson, Pansy!"

A long pause and then:

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Potter, Harry!"

An equally long pause, then:

"GRIFFINDOR!"

At last, but not least:

"Riddle, Felicity!"

I walk over to the stool and sit down.

'Hello there. I remember your father."

Really?

'Yes, actually. He was a Slytherin. Speaking of which, you would great in Slytherin."

Okay...

'Yes. But...'

But what?

'You would also do good in Griffindor...'

Okay...

'Hmm...'

I have a question.

'What is it?'

How could you eat yourself? -Reference to its song-

'Really? That settles it.'

Settles what? Also, that didn't answer my question.

"GRIFFINDOR!"

MY QUESTION!!!

'Fine. I can't actually eat myself.'

Then why would you say that?

'THEY don't know that!'

Oh. I get it.

'Now move, another person needs to go.'

Rude...

I take off the hat, and walk towards Pansy and Harry.

Pansy gives me a questioning look. I just shrug and sit down.

"Weasley, Ron!"

"GRIFFINDOR!"

"Zabini, Blaise!"

A super long pause.

"Slytherin," the hat says.

Note: he SAYS!

The hall is quiet for a moment before the Slytherins break into cheers.

Pansy frowns.

"Hmm..."

The headmaster, I assume, stands up from the teachers table.

"I am Dumbledore, your headmaster. A warning, don't go into the third corridor unless you want to die a painful death. A few last words: Oddment, Tweak!" Dumbledore says, clapping his hands.

Out of nowhere, food appears in the dishes in front of me.

"Dig in!"