The brown haired boy was an absolute nervous wreck, looking around to see if he could spot a glimpse of Tessa in order to calm himself down, but he couldn’t see her. The hat was talking. They had a talking hat that would be used to decide which house they would be in. How on earth would a hat be able to do that? Couldn’t they fill in a survey or something?
But instead he watched the others get sorted, a few people seeming about as uncertain about this as he currently did.
“Stark, Leonard” his name was called, and slowly he managed to wander up with his legs shaking, feeling as though they were about to give out and looking as pale as a single white cloud in the clear sky.
What was this hat going to do with him? What if they wouldn’t be able to sort him into a house?
Leo’s legs managed to hold his wait until he reached the front, practically just falling down onto the stool before the hat was placed on top of his head.
”Hmmm… this is something rather interesting” a deep voice said in his head, causing the poor boy to flinch slightly.
”What are you doing?” he asked in confusion, having heard the voice in his head. He was certain he hadn’t heard the hat speaking to any of the others while they were being sorted… was it in his head somehow? How long would this take? How long had he been up here? When would this just be over so he could join a table and pretend that this had never happened?
”Yes, definitely most interesting… but I know exactly where to put you Mr Stark… you’re a lot like your father” the voice continued in his head causing Leonard to perk up.
”My father?” he questioned, wondering if the hat would be able to tell him anything about the man that he had never met. The man he never knew anything about.
“GRYFFINDOR” it yelled, but as the hat was removed from his head he was more confused than ever before.
At least it was over. |