Delphinia took a deep breath as she slowly approached the stool, gaze fixed on the hat. It wasn't that it was clearly old, and possibly dirty that bothered her. No, it was the fact the hat talked, that alarmed her.

Once settled on the stool, the fifteen-year-old couldn't help but look up as the hat was lowered toward her head, and she was instructed to keep her head down. Her cheeks turned rosy, staring out at the great hall with all eyes staring back at her.

'Hmm.. interesting, I haven't had one of you in a while. Right, then. RAVENCLAW!'