The moment of truth!
Silver, fidgeted with a strand of her thick curly hair. Patiently waiting to be called up to be sorted. Ravenclaw...No! Gryffindor....wait! No, Ravenclaw?! The young girl thought to herself, biting down in her bottom lip.
Decisions. Decisions. "Silver Barry!" The Sorting Hat called out. Silver's felt like jello.
Nodding and slowly making her way up to the hat. Taking a seat and feeling the hat be placed on her head, taming down her thick curls. "Before you start lemme just tell you, if you put me in Hufflepuff I walk!" Silver pointed straight towards the door. "Ah. Not Hufflepuff?" The Hat replied. "I sense a burning loyal heart." He added, as Silver rolled her eyes. "Fearless. Quite fearless, courageous and very bold." Hat, deliberated for a few seconds. "Gryffindor!" He roared. Silver's face lit up, content with the hat's decision.
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