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He. Was at. Hogwarts.
THIS WAS NO JOKE. HE WAS AT HOGWARTS!!
Months and months and months of waiting had led up to this moment. THIS one right here! Phillip had dreamt about this a LOT -- and had probably annoyed Kat by shoving it in her face ha ha. And now.... NOW this was happening. He almost couldn't contain himself OR his excitement.
So, it was no wonder that the first year was walking a little slower than he should, taking a look around at EVERYTHING. Look at the decoration, look at the plates, LOOK AT THE CEILING. Everything looked........ nice. It made him feel like royalty, like he was in his own kingdom. Merlin, he could get used to THIS.
And he was trailing behind the others. Whoops.
Phillip jogged up to the rest of the group, looking as casual as possible. It was probably a good thing he was near the back of the crew because it gave him the opportunity to take a goooood look at the goings on of the ceremony so that he knew what to expect. He watched as some people were sorted immediately -- the hat didn't even touch their head!! -- while others were sitting there for years and years and YEARS. merlin, the Sorting Ceremony was taking AAAAAAAAAAGES. C'mon, he was going to grow OLD here with all this waiting. And it didn't help that his surname began with 'R', meaning that he was had to wait nearly CENTURIES to be--
"Romalotti, Phillip!"
WAIT THAT WAS HIM! HE WAS A PHILLIP! EVERYBODY, MOVE YOURSELF, HE WAS COMING THROUGH.
Shoving past some of the people that were in front of him, the eleven year old went and sat himself down on the stool everyone before him had sat on -- and made the seat warm for him, how nice -- while the hat was placed on his head. Er. More like covered half of his head. His mouth was still showing to the audience but his eyes? His eyes were covered by the hat and all he could see was the inside fabric.
So what was he meant to do NOW? Wait? Surely, this ceremony was more magical than this? Months of waiting hadn't led up to him sitting on a stool in front of lots of people only to wear a HAT. One that covered most of his FA--
'Hmmmmm... hmmmm... now this is interesting...'
What? WHAT? Interesting? WHO SAID THAT?!
Phillip looked around wildly, almost expecting someone to have popped up out of nowhere, as if he was in some kind of weird dream, but, uh, no. It took a moment or two to realise that it was the HAT speaking. The hat. Speaking. INTO HIS EAR? This was kind of creepy, wasn't it?
But interesting. The hat had said that something was interesting and Phillip opened his mouth to ask exactly WHAT was interesting when, as if reading his mind, the hat spoke up.
'It's interesting that, despite your father being a Hufflepuff, you've gained more traits from your step side of your family, hence Gryffindor, than from him. Interesting.'
Er. Well. The young boy frowned and squirmed a little in his seat. Was this a good thing or not?
'It's not good or bad, it's just interesting.'
You say that a lot, Mr Hat.
'Moving ON,' If the hat had a face, Phillip felt as though it would have rolled its eyes right about now. 'You don't have the hard working nature of a Hufflepuff-' HEY NOW! '... and you also don't have the wit and thirst for knowledge that Ravenclaws require.' Was this hat being RUDE?!
'But!' Oh? He sat up a little straighter. 'You're a very close mix of Gryffindor and Slytherin. Bravery and ambition. A strong urge to prove your worth but also a knack of not wanting to follow the rules.' Still not a bad thing, Mr Hat.
And Mr Hat? Do you mind hurrying up? His butt was starting to hurt from sitting here for so long. He was having to wiggle around on the stool a lot and, to the outside world, it could look like he was about to wet his pants. He didn't want to start off his first day by doing THAT.
'Your sense of self worth and ambitious flair outweighs the amount of recklessness you have, meaning that you'd better be...'
THIS WAS IT!
"... SLYTHERIN!"
HE'D DONE IT HE'D DONE IT! HE WAS IN THE SAME HOUSE AS HIS MUM!
Grinning, the boy took off the hat and placed it on the stool before turning to look around at the rest of the Hall. Slytherin....... over THERE. The table with the people with green ties. Phillip bounded his way over towards that direction.
Oh just WAIT til mum hears about this!
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