25. Sorting Hat

Finally, it was time. This was it, the big moment. Time for sorting.

"Troutwater, Jayden." A female voice called out, beckoning her to the front of the room where the stool and hat waited for her.

She sat down, the chair was cool and hard against her back.

"I see what's in your mind Jayden, cunning, wit, and bravery. Any house would be happy to have you, but which one... you are destined to do good things with your mind.... it better be.... RAVENCLAW!" The hat blurted out, its final words echoing inside her head.

Ravenclaw. She was a Ravenclaw.