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Stark, Ascanius.
That was his name. Don't wear it out. No seriously, could they not say it again? He had heard them the first time, yeah?
Climbing up to the sorting hat, WHICH by the way was the silliest way to ever get put into a house or whatever this school did here how was a piece of fabric supposed to know him better then he knew himself... yeah exactly... it wasn't, he plopped down in the seat and waited for the hat to be put on his head. Nod and smirks to the pretty older woman who was putting it on his head. Heh.
He had to admit though, sitting here was a pretty sweet deal. Ascanius got to scope out the Great Hall and it did not disappoint. Pretty girls EVERYWHERE. And a really pretty girl sitting over in red section. She had long brown hair and looked really, really hungry. Beam.
Anyway, he leaned back in his seat and felt the hat go on his head. WOAH WOAH WOAH. NOT SO ROUGH WITH THE HAIR! He had to look presentable after he stepped down and stuff, which he would regardless because of reasons, but still. Don't dent the 'do.
That was when the hat started to talk to him. FREAKY MAGIC HAT!
He wasn't really paying much attention to what the hat was saying because he was horribly bored and stuff, but he did catch something about how he was vain or something. Then he hat kept talking about his mind was unlocked potential and how he was this and that and BLAH BLAH BLAH. Oh look, the older women at the table were nice looking too. Hogwarts... way to work it. Heh.
Suddenly he heard someone say something about something-thin. His eyes snapped open and he scowled. He was NOT thin. Or scrawny or any of that. Jealous idiots.
Someone clarified the word again. SLYTHERIN. Oh... was that supposed to mean something? That was when someone pointed out the green table. He shrugged and hopped down. Sure, he'd sit there. Whatever floated their boat.
Ascanius out.
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