Whoa.

So this was the Great Hall that her mum and dad loved to tell stories about. Vivian had really wide eyes as she examined the room. The ceiling was so high. It was crazy. Was this castle really ancient? It didn't seem like it. Oh well, that only meant that the house elves in this place did a splendid job! And her dad told her before she entered the Hogwarts Express that the house elves should be one of her first stops this year. You know, for marshmallow refills. Edmund Fairfield knew and was a hundred percent aware that his daughter's stash of marshmallows wouldn't even last until Halloween.

Vivian sort of just stood there with the rest of the new students in front of the stool and the EVER SO FAMOUS SORTING HAT. OMIGOSH LOOK IT. Also, did anyone know how terribly old that thing was? Why was she just about to put that thing on her head? NOBODY TOLD HER ABOUT THAT TINY DETAIL. She was going to panic right on the spot any moment. Merlin. Breaaaathe, Fairfield. Ya got this!

Except if she got Sorted into Gryffindor, then she don't "got this". Only her parents and Uncle Chris would know what Auntie Elise would say about that. As a young girl, it was always to Vivi's amusement when her aunt and dad argued about the entire Gryffindor thing. But now... NOPE. It wasn't amusing anymore. She was panicky and scared. Vivi took deep breaths as she waited for her turn and watched as her fellow first years got sorted too. Small claps. Yay for them, though. Congrats on surviving the most horrible three or so minutes in their entire life.

"Fairfield, Vivian Iona!"

GUH. So the Sorting Hat chooses NOW to meet her? The eleven year old slowly went up and, for a moment, STARED at the Sorting Hat. Really, daddy? This was the Hat you've been praising? An old and dusty hat? Wow. Just wow. But did Vivian have a choice? No. She sighed, sat down, and slipped the Hat on her head. It was so big that it actually covered her eyes. All she saw was total blackness. "Is it normal to not see ANYTHING?" Vivi asked loudly. Nobody told her that, either! She was mentally sending scowls to her family. RUDE.

There was complete silence and the blonde felt as if she could hear her heart beating until... Merlin, another Fairfield?

Someone was speaking to her. Well, in her HEAD at least. Normally, Vivi would panic at something unusual happening but that was a very RUDE hat. "'Scuse me! What's wrong with being a Fairfield?" She remembered her mum telling her that the Sorting Hat did seem like mentally talking to her. So that must be it then, right? However, she didn't care. The voice in her head was rude. Nothing wrong about being a Fairfield, child. Your father is Edmund and your Aunt must be Elise, am I correct? Vivi swore she heard a grump in her head too.

But OOOHHHHH IT KNEW HER DADDY AND AUNTIE. Vivi bounced a little on her seat, the hat on her head was bouncing with her too. Her eyes felt like they were watching life and death with the shift between lightness and darkness. Owww. "Yeah, yeah! You knew them? That's absolutely cool. They've told me a lot of stories about you, did you know? Although they may have missed out the tiny detail wherein you were ancient and dusty and...."

Quiet, child. "Ohumsorry."

And then there was that silence again. First, the Hat talks to her about being another Fairfield. Second, it asks her if she was related to her dad and aunt. And now, it chooses to remain silent? RUDE. IT WAS SO RUDE. If there wasn't a hat on her head at the moment, the blonde would've stuck her nose up in the air. "Just don't place me in Gryffindor, okay? Not that I don't like my daddy's house but you know, my Auntie doesn't like it. She liked arguing with my dad about it all the time. OH, and..."

"SLYTHERIN!"

It stopped her mid-sentence. Sorting Hat was rude! But... JAW!DROP. Slytherin? But... but... how? Still confused, Vivi carefully took the Hat off her head, stood up, placed it back on the stool, and awkwardly made her way to the table with the BLUE banners.

Oh wait, wrong House. LOL.

Vivian sent a scowl back to the Sorting Hat before walking towards the Slytherin Table. Well, at least she was like Uncle Chris now... right?