Walking in a line with the rest of the first-years into the hall, Michelle was ecstatic! 'Ooh-ing' and 'aah-ing' at everything in sight, (including the enchanted ceiling with the beautiful nightscape) she finally reached the area standing right in front of a raggedy old hat. Names were being called out..then suddenly.."Gwydion, Michelle!"

Mimicking what the kid in front of her did, she stepped up and allowed herself to be topped with said old hat. It was odd, waiting for the hat to talk again (though she agreed, it WAS a nice opening poem)..and just as suddenly, a distant voice was ringing inside (inside!) her head:

"Ahh, a Gwydion. Long line of Ravenclaws, they were. Keepers of knowledge, guardians of wisdom...are you like your ancestors before you, hmm?....but what is this? Hunger, and ambition for power? There is something different with this one"

(Michelle didn't know if she should answer )

"Very well then, SLYTHERIN!"

And amidst cheers and whoops from the green-arrayed table, the new Slytherin bounced towards her new House.