Well Shay didn't think it was possible to be any more mortified than she was at this moment. She had known about the sorting, sort of.........but being a sixteen year old surrounded by a bunch of little people was a tad bit embarrassing. It was bad enough being new, but this was too much. She just wanted to get the whole process over with as fast as possible. As she waited her turn, Shay decided that if she had to be put on display, she was going to own it.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard, Morrison, Shayla. Head up, shoulders back, Shay walked to the sorting stool with a confident stride. She was a New Yorker. She knew how to give attitude, even when you weren't really feeling it. Sitting down like she did this every day, Shay allowed the sorting hat to be placed on her head.

"Well, well, well, what shall I do with you?", the hat said. Shay had to resist the urge to laugh, 'cause, you know, a talking hat. That was kind of amusing. Somehow she maintained a straight face and prayed that it would be over with quickly. The hat continued to speak. "A bright mind, ambition, an adventurous spirit and a kind heart that you try desperately to hide. It seems that you could find success in any of the houses. But which one would suit you best? You have potential that you are not yet aware of and the best place for you is..........Gryffindor!"

Shay stood up and did not waste any time making her exit. She made her way to her house table. "Gryffindor here I come", she thought to herself.