“Interesting…yes…very interesting…” the hat said doing some sort of creepy dance on top of Kurumi’s head. “Are you sure you want Gryffindor? I sense much fear in you…and a true Gryffindor is brave at heart with their daring, nerve, and chivalry set them apart.”

Kurumi shut her eyes tight and tried to forget the crowd that was watching her in the Great Hall. Was she sure she wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor? Well, she wasn’t sure of anything at the moment. She just wanted to find herself. The hat moved and set the wheels of fortune in motion.

“GRYFFINDOR!”