 Queen of Typos | The OTHER OTHER Roro | WICKED is Good
"Armstrong, Aldous,"
Aldous was SO ready for the first biggest experience in his life. Or so he thought. When his name was called, the eleven-year old froze in his place for a good couple of moments before managing to move his legs and walk up to that stool. Certainly more choices were available when they decided that they be seated upon this stool. Whatever happened to comfortable armchairs or chairs that had backs to lean on, you know. He did wonder if there was a purpose of this particular choice or it was merely to increase the discomfort the children might be feeling.
Many thoughts were roaming in his little head as the hat was placed on top of his head. Here goes.
"Hm. A complex personality," He heard a voice sound in his head. Wow. That was extraordinary!
"Yet your bright mind and love of knowledge makes it quite clear where you belong," He would LOVE it if it was Ravenclaw, he thought.
"I hear you, kid. Although you would do well in other houses. You are cunning and certainly the type to seek glory and recognition. No adventurous spirit, though," Well, Slytherin didn't sound bad but he would rather not live in the dungeons, thank you very much. And no, he was not going to speak out loud like the other kids. It looked super weird.
"Will it be Ravenclaw...?"
"I would like that," He slapped his hand over his mouth. OOps. He broke his own rule. Oh, well, not that looking weird was the worst thing. Tripping while he climbed up or down was worst.
The hat chuckled, "It would be a total waste to ignore the gears continuously working in your head. So I'm going to say RAVENCLAW,"
WHEW!
The newly sorted Ravenclaw hopped up with a smile pulling at his lips and started his way towards his house table. That was going to be where he sat for SEVEN years to come!
__________________ I may not have the softest touch-----------------------I may not say the words as such
And though I may not look like much -----------------------------I'm yours
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