25. Sorting Hat《 september 2054 》
Everett sat still as a statue, with the sorting hat on his head, and his hands gripping the edge of the stool. It had not spoken other than a few ‘hmm’s’ and ‘ahh’s’, yet it had been placed on his head for at least a minute.

That couldn’t be a good thing.

“Well, Ravenclaw could be good for you.” The hat stated finally, it’s voice uncomfortably loud.

Everett said nothing.

“What do you think about that?”

“I think...that the moment you make up your mind will be the moment that I can get a quite smelly hat off me.”

“SLYTHERIN!”