To say that he was nervous was a huge understatement. He had heard so many diffrent things about the sorting and how the hat got into your head and figured you out, placing you into a house that was best fit to suit you're true self and stuff. Lex had told him to try and threaten the hat to put him in her house and he had the thought fresh in his mind and it was clear GRAVEY yes gravey, in the hat. He wasn't too sure if her threat was serious but he knew she'd do it if she needed.

Hearing his name called, Jeremiah took in a breath and combed his hands through his hair, which was longer then anyone else he'd seen so far, and walked up to the stool as he kept his head down. He just knew all eyes would be on him at this moment and he didn't want to look back at everyone. Nope, he wasn't up for that.
Sitting down on the stool he kept his face down as the hat was placed on his head gravey, gravey, gravey.. Though in a moment the hat was speaking to him, it sounded as if it were whispering in his ear but he knew better, knew it was in his head, the voice of the hat. It seemed to be taking forever but before he knew it...


GRYFFINDOR

Was shouted out loud and he heard the roar erupt from the red and gold table.... his table.