25. Sorting Hat

I. Want. Green.

Now this felt wrong in so many ways. Being a transfer he was a thirteen years old and surrounded by a bunch of firsties. Sure, they were cute but like couldn’t they be squished? He didn’t want to step on one of them. A few firsties stood gaping up at him.
“Hey, how you’re doing?” he grinned but looked sad when a firstie almost fainted at his words. Poor little creatures.

“Alexander Reed.”

“Alex, just Alex.” He corrected quietly when he stepped up to the Sorting Hat. “You better put me in Slytherin, you black, old and dirty looking thing.”