"Debnam, Indya," a voice called out some from yards ahead of her.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves Indya began pushing her way through the crowd. As she approached the stool on which the Sorting Hat stood she tripped and stumbled over the hem of her too long robes. Blushing she rammed the hat down so that it covered her face.
"Well now," said a voice in her ears, "I see you are clumsy. Not that, that will help me decide where to put you. Hmmm, now then, yes, you are an intelligent young lady. Perhaps you'd do well in Ravenclaw?"
"Ravenclaw?" Indya thought to herself, "I had never considered being a Ravenclaw. But yes, that could work."
The voice continued in her ears, "stubborn, ambitious... yes. I know where you belong. You are a SLYTHERIN!"
Indya heard the last words echo around the Great Hall. Ripping the hat off her head she almost ran towards the Slytherin table.