Abby waited with the other First Years to get Sorted. Well, not all of them we're First Years. Some we're around Fifth Year and the such. As each name was being called, Abby grew much nervous. Then her most anticipated event came...

"Bennett-Rivers, Abigaile!" Someone called out. It was her turn to get Sorted. Abby closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went in front. Abby, you could do it.

The Sorting Hat looked ragged and old. If her adoptive mother saw this, she would've freaked out and cleaned it up herself. Abby also had a expression of disgust since it looked very... not cool. But she had to wear it. Abby took the Hat and placed it on her head. And the Hat spoke it her.

"Hello there, Abby," The little voice said. Abby gulped quietly, maintaining her quite anxious face. "Hmm... you are a bit hard to sort. But as I have always did, I must sort you to the House you're more compatible to.

Your loyalty to your family would make Gryffindor want for you. But I do not think your fear of facing too much difficulties would make you become one." Oops. Hehehehehehe.

"You could do okay in Hufflepuff, but I am sure you don't wanna work too much." Bang, Abby. This Hat's got moves. "And Slytherin would also like to have a taste of you, but you're Muggle-born and that's just a great dishonor." Abby heard them loud and clear in her head.
"This means, you've only got one House in front of you, for being creative and intellectual...

Abby's eyes widened. She knew what House she would be now. And she's never been as elated as ever.

"RAVENCLAW!" The Hat screamed. Abby heard and saw people with blue ties clap, indicating they were the Ravenclaws. Abby took off the Hat and ran to her House. Boo yeah, baby!