 Granddaddy Ravenclaw | | Jermione Granger
This hellacious nightmare was apparently reality and after enduring a both a train ride and a carriage ride with people she didn't even care to remember the faces of - and hadn't bothered to ask their names - she found herself ushered to the front and surrounded by the minuscule new additions to the castle. Wonderful. Pulling at her robes, which she naturally disdained, she glanced back toward the door wondering if it were at all possible for her to skip this part.
Because that hat looked like it might carry disease and there was no way she was putting that on her head.
Nicole Iver. Nicky's head swung back toward the front and she grimaced. Well, now anyone paying attention knew her name because it was hard to miss the tall blonde in the sea of dwarves. In normal circumstances, Nicky liked being the center of attention, but sitting on a stool, very obviously out of place, while some ancient, daft, grimey hat smashed her updo, was not exactly what she had in mind.
"This better be quick..." she muttered under her breath as the hat rested on her head. She squirmed as it moved and she could hear it inside her head. That was tremendously unsettling.
Her inner monologue, alternating between Portuguese and English, continued rapid-fire, listing all the way that her being sent to Hogwarts was the worst thing to ever happen to her and how hideously unfair the entire thing was. She thought about Tali and Davi and Delia and Carlos. They'd be on their way to school right now, not sitting down to their own opening for a few hours yet. She thought about the grounds and the trees and the way the air felt on her skin and... Merlin, she even missed the caiporas.
If the Sorting Hat was trying to talk to her, it was being completely ignored, cut off, pushed aside, by the blonde's stewing anger. It was almost as if the hat were trying to get a word in edgewise inside her mind, and was failing because her own inner narration was covering it up.
It wasn't until she looked up that she realized that hat had spoken aloud and announced her house and she'd completely missed it. Heat rising in her cheeks, she muttered a soft "where?" under her breath, silently grateful that the hat repeated itself. Ravenclaw.
"Like it even matters," she said, grumpily, pulling the hat from her head and tossing it to the ground.
And with that, Nicky stomped down to the table, eyes searching for a spot away from people.
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Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby?
You can fly above the rain clouds
Close your eyes
Let the melody carry you
Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky
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