Archer, Riley.

THAT WAS HER.

THAT WAS HER NAME.

Without hesitation, Riley walk-jogged to the stool and sat down. IT WAS HAPPENING. She peered up as a hat was lowered onto her head, trying to resist asking the Professor about the hat and about the houses because this was all so ODD and so exciting and she just wanted to get on with it. Oh and a quick wave to ALL THE STUDENTS.

Ahhhhhhhhhh...

WOAH. Riley spun in her seat, looking for the source of the noise. Or maybe it in her head. That was concerning.

Hmmmm... most interesting...

"What's interesting?" Riley asked with her nose crinkled in confusion. This must be what people were talking about earlier about hats and voices and stuff. So weiiiiiiird, but definitely cool.

You do not need to use your voice for me to hear you, my dear...

Before Riley could question what that meant though the hat was 'speaking' again. This time about houses which DEFINITELY caught the redhead's attention.

Perhaps your home shall be Gryffindor....you have a fearlessness unlike most others... however.....

However what? Were Gryffindors the fearless house? That sounded like a DANDY house. "What are all the houses and what do they mean, Sir. hat?" She needed to KNOW just in case she didn't want to be a Gryffindor, y'see?

You have quite a thirst for knowledge, don't you, child? Unlike so many others you want to know 'why' .... Well, I can tell you.... Gryffindor is the home of those with chivalrous and courageous hearts and may well be your new home, but there are other things to consider ..... Your determination to succeed and eagerness to learn, not to mention your unceasing questions, suggest you would do well in Ravenclaw...

"What about the others?" Duh. She had 'all' after all.

Hmmmmmmm... Perhaps you should ask your new housemates.....


................."RAVENCLAW!"

OH. OH. OHHHHHH.

"Thank you, hat of houses," she cried, before very, very carefully taking off the hat and placing it back on the stool. With a MASSIVE grin on her face and zero qualms about being a Ravenclaw, she skipped on over to what she thought was the Ravenclaw table. She was wrong but that didn't really matter now.