Ophelia stood in line, her stomach trying to decide whether it was going to be totally dramatic and puke on everyone or be completely normal. And the firstie wished it would just pick a side already. Because this whole waiting in line thing was soooo not her speed. It would be better if she was an only child for sure, no other brothers and sisters having been through these halls. Yeah, could someone make that happen please? Because right now her stomach had been leaning towards puking and there wasn't much sign of turning back.

"Clarke, Ophelia." Almost not hearing her name, the girl moved her blonde hair to the side and gulped before walking up to the stool in what she assumed was a walk but might have been a half shuffle. There was no telling. Everyone was in the Great Hall. EVERYONE. This was like that dream she had where she was in her skivvies at the grocery store, except last time she checked she was fully clothed --thank, Merlin-- and there weren't what seemed like a billion of her peers staring back at her. Fixing her deep brown eyes at the door in the back of the hall, she resigned herself to the task of getting sorted.

"Not the smartest in your family, are you? Pigheaded too. Stubborn as a mule, but also the peace-keeper between your family." Okay, ouch. It was a hat. On what grounds did the brown piece of felt have to insult her? The tanned girl was about to open her mouth to respond when it continued. "But you're not dumb." .....Thanks? This hat knew too much about her. It was weird. Pieces of felt fabric shouldn't know too much about their wearers, magical or not.

Also, the peace-keeping thing was true. The tanned girl would gladly fight her next door neighbor and come home with a bloodied nose and a black eye, but when her siblings or parents started to argue, she was usually the one to run into the fight and stop everything from escalating. People were allowed to fight of course, she and the neighbor boy beat each other up on a weekly basis, but not her FAMILY, OKAY?

"You value adventure, I see." This was draaaggggiiing on. Couldn't the hat just tell her that she sucked at life or was an Eagle or something? This was getting on Ophelia's nerves. She wanted food and feast time, not some stupid felt piece of headwear telling her that she wasn't smart. Like, how rude WAS that thing? It was true, yes, but still! You didn't just SAY it! That was like saying when your mother gained weight, or when your sister's nose was big. It didn't end well. Yes, she was getting sassy with a hat over here.

"You also see things a bit differently from your family, I can see. You like to learn hands-on and teach yourself while they prefer things taught to them. But you value learning. You want to get your hands on everything you can find, and since you started to read, you felt more lifted than you ever known."....... Okay, where was this going, hat?

"RAVENCLAW!" As the hat boomed it's final choice, 'Ophie felt like she was going to pass out. This was great! The legacy of all Ravenclaw's was continued! She didn't have to worry about disappointing her parents with house placement! Beaming at the people below in their tables, Ophelia took off the hat and ran to Ravencalw table, with a little bounce in her step. Now only to get the food around here.