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No, Phoebe, sad Phoebe, it was not the real Sorting Hat. Bernie held her hand in front of her mouth to make an aside to her friend: "'Snot the real deal. I checked with the professor when I came in." Obviously, if it HAD been real, Bernie would have jammed it on her head and began asking it some VERY important questions, most of which would have been about the hat's original owner.
So anyway, they weren't talking about THE Gryffindor today, but still a worthy one. Bernie eyed the hat once more and tried to think about how it had related to Neville Longbottom. She knew the toad and the mimblewhatnot minutaetonia plant, but the hat? "Was he supposed to be a Hufflepuff or something, but he got into Gryffindor?" she asked her group slash the professor, connecting the hat to the scarf in this instance. "I was almost in Hufflepuff m'self. I see the appeal."
As it turned out, if she'd cared more about cupcakes and less about blowing things up, Bernie would have been in a lot less trouble this year.
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