The big and brooding hat. It sat at the centre and students lined up one by one, getting sorted into their houses.

She waited patiently for her turn...her turn...

"Kaul, Amara!"

She walked coolly towards the old hat. She gave it a look, sat down and closed her eyes. She could feel the hat being placed on her head. Eerie little feeling. And then she waited. She knew where she belonged.

"Hmm..so many aspirations..." it trailed, the small voice echoing through her head.

YES!

"Dreams, methods..... yes... a Slytherin" it trailed slowly. Her heart fluttered with joy. Atlast, what she wanted was here.

Come on, say the word!

"But you're bravery dominates it all!" Wait, what?

"Trust me, you would do well in that place...it is for you...bravery above all" NO NO, you're getting it wrong! Undo! NOW!

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The hat shouted aloud for the hall to listen. Claps erupted from one corner of the table, probably the lions welcoming a new hand.

YOU DID NOT! YOU LOATHSOME HAT!

"Run away to your table now, missy. And thank me, I've done you great good" it said, with a flourish.

She walked towards the table, a scowl on her face and a grudge on her mind.