"EMERSON, ASTRID SAMANTHA!"

This made the sixteen-year-old brunette look up. What? That was her name. She couldn't have possibly heard wrong, right? Astrid looked at the others around her. She didn't understand why her name was called but then..... OOOOH. Right. Sorting. Uhm, okay. So this what it then? She'll finally get Sorted into a House. Hopefully Gryffindor because she just FELT her inner-Lion tingling a bit. Also because of Quidditch Captains with nice teeth reasons.

Astrid walked forward and eyed the Hat. So that was that talking Hat then? Okay. It didn't look the that pretty hat she expected but at least she'd only have to wear it once in her lifetime. She took the hat from the stool, wore it, and sat down.

You're kind of difficult to sort, my dear.

... IT WAS SPEAKING TO HER IN HER HEAD. WAT. THAT WAS SO COOL YET SO WEIRD BUT LIKE OKAY CHILL ASTRID.

"So, you're putting me in Gryffindor?"

No, child.

"You know Mama Alice won't be happy about that, right?"

It is not my fault that you do not suit well in the Lions' Den, young one.

"Okay. Look it, bud, I am not 'young'. I'll be seventeen on December and that means I will be of age." Annoying hat was annoying.

I heard that. UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGH.

And then a few seconds late, the Hat yelled, "SLYTHERIN!"

... Okay. She knew some of the Snakeys there so no big deal. Astrid stood up, placed the hat back on the stool, and walked over to join the Slytherins in their 'Snakes Pit'. Though it would've been better if she were a Gryffindor. Hmph.