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Maddison was looking everywhere but at the sorting hat. What did she care where other first years were sorted? She had things to take in! So so so so many things! Like the ceiling in the Great Hall? She’d read about it on several occasions but books definitely did not do it justice. It was just…and it made her feel…and it was so…JHSJHSLHKJ! Inner fangirling was happening. The small brunette stared it up at it with wide eyes and was so captivated by its splendor, she nearly missed her name being called.
…OOPS.
The eleven year old straightened up a bit and navigated her way through the crowd of students rather easily. She wasn’t pushing, per say. Nooo, Maddie was more giving gentle nudging reminders that it was her turn to go. Kind, she was.
After seating herself on the stool, Maddison took a deep breath and relaxed. She tried very hard not to think about how many people before her had worn this same hat. She also tried not to think about whether or not the hat was cleaned on a regular basis. She’d seen some questionable use of hair gel on the express and the last thing she wanted was the remnants of ancient gel touching her head. EW. And why a hat? The thing practically covered her eyes and it definitely looked ridiculous. NOT …that Maddison Arabella Cooper cared what anyone thought. ‘Course she didn’t! She was independent. YUP! But perhaps her not being able to see was the point? It seemed like it was just her and the hat and maybe that’s the way it was supposed to feel. Maybe that made her connect with it better or something. …Maybe. And speaking of the hat, it was saying lots of things. Chatterbox, the hat was. She wondered if it was just her hearing its words or if others could too and for a moment she shifted in her seat. She didn’t like private things made public and the sorting felt too personal a thing to share. But she couldn’t exacty go back now. Eyebrows slightly raised, she considered whether or not the Hat knew that it was itchy when-
“It’s got to be…RAVENCLAW!”
Wait, Raven-what? It was done? The brunette blinked and shrugged her shoulders, waiting for the hat to be removed before popping up off the stool. Those claw people were represented by Eagles, yeah? She could be an Eagle. She could TOTALLY be an eagle. They ruled the skies, didn’t they? She could be QUEEN of the sky. Yes, she liked Ravenclaw very much.
Now to find a seat near the badged people so she could do some observing.
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