When was it his turn? Nashville wanted to know when he was going to join the rest of the Slytherin's. He was hyper ad excited and really really wanted to know when it was going to be his turn to be sorted.

Hello?

Now?

How about now?

Maybe not.

Nashville just stood there waiting and waiting. Cash, Nashville, someone called. A grin grew on Nash's beautiful face. It was time.

It had felt like moments or even years, Nashville just sat on the wooden stool, but in reality it had only be a second or two. Then he heard the Sorting Hat bellow out what house he was to be in.

"HUFFLEPUFF"

Hufflepuff? What kind of name is Hufflepuff? Nashville took the dumb hat off of his head and threw it down on the floor. He had lost control and was going to make a fit about it...or maybe not. After he threw the hat at the ground it made Nashville feel a lot better and kind of happier.

Nashville walked past the other students that were waiting to get sorted. He was done with his sorting, he was mad about his sorting. He wasn't a Hufflepuff at all. He was and will always be a Slytherin, he knew that and people had told him that he would fit great in Slytherin. Well maybe being a Hufflepuff wouldn't be that bad? Right? There were some people that he knew that were Hufflepuff's...like Bliss and MinnieMoo! So it couldn't be all that bad. But he had his eyes on Slytherin.