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feeheeheeny · 09-05-2013, 11:48 PM

Sophie thought maybe, just maybe, if she entered the hall chanting a barely audible Ravenclaw under her breath, maybe the Sorting Hat would pick up on those vibes from her from the very beginning and they would remove any thought that she might be a Gryffindor or Slytherin. She didn't want either of those, no matter what people told her about being a perfect candidate for either. She didn't want them at all. She was a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw, TOO, and she needed to be one. She knew it was where she belonged and no one could tell her differently. She knew herself better than anyone else. And if some raggedy hat didn't like it, she would sit there listing off her reasoning until she won and it changed its decision. She knew what she wanted and was going to go out there and get it.

From the moment she set foot in the Great Hall with the other first years, she stared down the Hat, not even bothering to glance around at her rumored-to-be captivating surroundings. There would be time for taking in the beauty later. Now, it was time to get down to business. Work first, play later. Just this once. This was the defining moment of her years at Hogwarts. The wrong move by the Hat could send her on a completely different life journey than she desired for herself.

By the time she reached the front of the Great Hall with the group, Sophie had made sure she was standing at the front of the pack, since she was going to be one of the first to be called anyway, and her eyes were blurred and teary because she had forgotten to blink. She did blink, then, when someone began to speak and explained the process, not taking her eyes off the hat and still murmuring a quiet Ravenclaw repeatedly under her breath.

There were a handful of other students whose names were called first, which surprised Sophie as she thought Brown would have her be first or second. Adams, Slytherin... Anderson, Gryffindor... Bayliss, Ravenclaw... Blackwell, Slytherin... Bride, Slytherin...

No Hufflepuffs yet. Only the three houses people had said they could see her in. That felt like a strange omen. She couldn't figure out what it meant, though.

'Brown, Sophie!'

With her head held high, Sophie strolled right on up to the stool, chanting Ravenclaw in a whisper all the while, and plopped down onto it with determination. "Ravenclaw," she murmured once more for emphasis the moment the hat was placed on her head, then she kept her mouth shut.

Ah, a fine young mind... great blood runs in your family, I see... hit wizard father, herbologist mother... Gryffindors... of course, you appear to have inherited that pureblood natural talent and wit... no doubt about that... ooohh, how ambitious... a wandmaker, you say?... yes, I see that... ahh... courage... mmmm... quite the fearless one, are we? We'll see about that... mmm... Ravenclaw, hm? ...yes, you could be great there... but your cunning and ambitious traits are just as finely tuned, aren't they? ...and your desire for adventure... loyalty... very bold, you are, but unknowingly insensitive... Sophie had an inappropriate laugh at that one. Many good traits... oh, yes... traits that will take you places, there's no doubt about that... yes... an abundance of enthusiasm... oh, but what's this? A disregard for rules... a bit too careless for your own good, eh?... yet a firm understanding of who you are, it seems... well, then... no arguments there... you have it in you... we'll see to that, won't we?...

"RRRRRAVENCLAW!"

"YEEEEEEEEEAH!" Sophie was probably the one to cheer the loudest as she jumped to her feet, pumped a fist, then casually turned around after the hat was removed and told it calmly, "Good choice." She winked at it - as if they had just worked out some sort of deal - and made a beeline for the Ravenclaw table. RAVENCLAW. RAVENCLAW. RAVENCLAW.

09-05-2013, 11:48 PM	#28 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,308 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	be curious, not judgmental Sophie thought maybe, just maybe, if she entered the hall chanting a barely audible Ravenclaw under her breath, maybe the Sorting Hat would pick up on those vibes from her from the very beginning and they would remove any thought that she might be a Gryffindor or Slytherin. She didn't want either of those, no matter what people told her about being a perfect candidate for either. She didn't want them at all. She was a perfect candidate for Ravenclaw, TOO, and she needed to be one. She knew it was where she belonged and no one could tell her differently. She knew herself better than anyone else. And if some raggedy hat didn't like it, she would sit there listing off her reasoning until she won and it changed its decision. She knew what she wanted and was going to go out there and get it. From the moment she set foot in the Great Hall with the other first years, she stared down the Hat, not even bothering to glance around at her rumored-to-be captivating surroundings. There would be time for taking in the beauty later. Now, it was time to get down to business. Work first, play later. Just this once. This was the defining moment of her years at Hogwarts. The wrong move by the Hat could send her on a completely different life journey than she desired for herself. By the time she reached the front of the Great Hall with the group, Sophie had made sure she was standing at the front of the pack, since she was going to be one of the first to be called anyway, and her eyes were blurred and teary because she had forgotten to blink. She did blink, then, when someone began to speak and explained the process, not taking her eyes off the hat and still murmuring a quiet Ravenclaw repeatedly under her breath. There were a handful of other students whose names were called first, which surprised Sophie as she thought Brown would have her be first or second. Adams, Slytherin... Anderson, Gryffindor... Bayliss, Ravenclaw... Blackwell, Slytherin... Bride, Slytherin... No Hufflepuffs yet. Only the three houses people had said they could see her in. That felt like a strange omen. She couldn't figure out what it meant, though. 'Brown, Sophie!' With her head held high, Sophie strolled right on up to the stool, chanting Ravenclaw in a whisper all the while, and plopped down onto it with determination. "Ravenclaw," she murmured once more for emphasis the moment the hat was placed on her head, then she kept her mouth shut. Ah, a fine young mind... great blood runs in your family, I see... hit wizard father, herbologist mother... Gryffindors... of course, you appear to have inherited that pureblood natural talent and wit... no doubt about that... ooohh, how ambitious... a wandmaker, you say?... yes, I see that... ahh... courage... mmmm... quite the fearless one, are we? We'll see about that... mmm... Ravenclaw, hm? ...yes, you could be great there... but your cunning and ambitious traits are just as finely tuned, aren't they? ...and your desire for adventure... loyalty... very bold, you are, but unknowingly insensitive... Sophie had an inappropriate laugh at that one. Many good traits... oh, yes... traits that will take you places, there's no doubt about that... yes... an abundance of enthusiasm... oh, but what's this? A disregard for rules... a bit too careless for your own good, eh?... yet a firm understanding of who you are, it seems... well, then... no arguments there... you have it in you... we'll see to that, won't we?... "RRRRRAVENCLAW!" "YEEEEEEEEEAH!" Sophie was probably the one to cheer the loudest as she jumped to her feet, pumped a fist, then casually turned around after the hat was removed and told it calmly, "Good choice." She winked at it - as if they had just worked out some sort of deal - and made a beeline for the Ravenclaw table. RAVENCLAW. RAVENCLAW. RAVENCLAW. __________________