 Who Am I? Ern's 2460FUN
Chloe had been waiting way too long to be efficient for this sorting thing. How hard could it be for a hat to pick one of four options and shove a kid in a house? Obviously, very difficult. Maybe the hat was getting old. It didn't LOOK very youthful anymore....and it was disgusting. Like, seriously, the fact that someone expected her to put that on her head was ew. Ew, ew, ew. (Coupled with the fact that she did NOT want to be put on the spot in front of tons and tons of people....Chloe was not about this, k?)
Not that she had much of a choice.
"NEWMAN, CHLOE!!"
That was loud...and now everyone was staring at her and why was this in front of a million and seven people again? This should be private. Personal. Not a grand event.
She picked up her chin and pocketed her shaking fingers before plopping onto the stool warm and worn down by all of the sweaty, hot behinds that had sat on it before her. Again. Ew. This whole ceremony.
"Oh, dear..." the hat began. Chloe froze. It was on her head. Oh my god. Gross. Get it off. Ruddy, old thing. Plus, brown and black did not match. "You hardly want to be up here, Miss Newman."
"Duh," she whispered.
"FINE," the hat boomed, "Let me make this easy for you. RAVENCLAW. Because you possess-""
"Okay, sure, uh huh. Thanks." She wanted off the stool. Wanted less eyes on her. And she joined her new housemates at their table. See ya later hat. Go get cleaned. You're gross.
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