 Fluttery Pegasi
Quinnlin paused, just for a fraction of a step upon seeing the Great Hall for the first time. It wasn't like she imagined at all. It was huge, and wonderful and most importantly of all. "I bet it has even better acoustics than..." Oh. Beth wasn't next to her anymore. There was barely anytime to try and locate her as the herd of first years was making its way to the front, sweeping Quinn along with it.
On a stool in front of them was the filthiest, ugliest old hat she'd ever seen. Couldn't they use some of the school budget to buy a newer hat? Really?
That thing isn't infested with lice is it?
The first kid was called, and then the second, and then...yeah, this was boring. Quinn pulled out her book, flipped it open and began to read. Peter Pan; that was her livre du jour.
Oh, to go to Neverland... Now that would be the dream come true.
"Kevelle, Quinnlin." But Quinn was fully engrossed in her book now. She was nearing the end and Peter was just about to... "KEVELLE, QUINNLIN!"
She started, and glared at the Professor that had called her name. MUST they yell? Quinn stuck her thumb between the pages to mark her place and made her way up to the stool, curling a lip at the unsightliness of the hat. It was even worse up close. Let's just get this over with shall we? She took a deep breath of resolve, sat firmly down on the stool and opened her book to continue reading.
If she had to endure that thing on her head, she was going to be distracted for it! Peter Pan was just about to....
"What do we have here?" A sharp, gravelly voice spoke inside her head. Inside her HEAD! That, my friend, was a severe invasion of privacy! And even worse it was distracting her from reading, which was supposed to be distracting her from the filthy rag they just put on her head. "A fearless, bravery, yes. But a sharp mind too. Cunning and plenty of ambition. But also an inquisitive mind that thirsts for knowle..."
"SHUSH!" If she was going to sit here and endure this, the least the crummy hat could do was let her read in peace! The sorting hat's words faltered and died with a sputter. She was pretty sure no one had shushed it before.
Silence. Good. Quinn focused again on the book in her lap. Peter Pan was just about...
"RAVENCLAW!" The word was shouted so loudly at point blank range to Quinn that it tore its way into her brain, ricocheting painfully over and over again.
By the time the word finally registered, the hat had been pulled off her head, and she had made it half way to the Slytherin table. She'd been expecting Slytherin. But that hadn't been what the hat screamed.
Quinn stood there awkwardly just for a moment, then she spun on her heels and headed instead in the direction of the Ravenclaw table.
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Last edited by Callie; 05-02-2018 at 04:09 AM.
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