 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
...no they DIDN'T!
HOLY MOLY!
When they entered the Great Hall, Michael's breath was taken away by the ceiling and how vast the place was and everything. It was such a warm and welcoming place. His neck hurt from trying to look at every inch as he tried to walk as slowly as possible. For the time being, he was oblivious to the curious eyes on them, because the angle between his chin and torso never went lower than 45 degrees. The ceiling was just so amazing. Now, THIS was magic!!
Too amazed and overwhelmed to pay much attention to where they were going, he didn't notice when they were brought to a halt and bumped into the student before him. He mumbled an apology, and looked finally ahead to see what was happening.
Well... remember the Hogwarts: A History in his bag? He never got to read it past the few pages. And remember that girl he was FORCED to share a compartment with? He was too rude to her to really learn anything about what was about to happen. And he was too busy studying the Entrance Hall to pay much attention to the explanation before they were led in... so when he finally paid attention to the most important thing in his Hogwarts life, it shocked him.
First, there was a very, very old hat that... could sing. The aforementioned hat was sitting on a stool. He frowned as he listened to it, trying to concentrate, but he didn't get much. Gryff... what? Valiant? And the other funny name was... hardworking? Loyal? Ambitious? He wasn't particularly any of these. And what did that mean, anyway? Why were they even sorted into anything?? He thought this was going to be random! Was he supposed to sit a stupid test?? He growled to himself. He took all back! He didn't like this school!
The Hat said something about itself too, but this young boy was too upset to even appreciate a singing hat. So when they were called upon by alphabetical order, he was further confused: there was no test, but the Hat just shouted those funny words? And a table clapped? Ooooh, now it was clearer: this was yet another fascinating magic - a hat that could read minds! And there must be 4 groups of prople then, based on 4 tables... wow, okay, this kinda made sense now. He wondered what type of person he was. Luckily, he didn't have to wait for long.
"English, Michael." He walked up the dias and sat on the stool. So how was it going to -
'Uh huh, a very curious boy about life...'
"Huh!? Who's talking?" He knew who was talking, but he didn't hear it with his ears... if he did, this was rather embarrassing. The Hat didn't speak out loud -
'But also clever enough to spend just enough effort to complete tasks and no more...'
Hehehe yes, Michael was proud of that. He grinned.
'Not afraid to speak his mind...'
...which earned him punishment from time to time...
'Loyal to friends... very helpful too, and kind... able to think out of the box... few things can scare you, and those are legitimate fears, anyway.'
"Yeah. Like snakes." The Hat might be speaking in his mind, but Michael was not. He wasn't shouting or anything, but he was loud enough for those beside him to hear.
'Hmm... do you have any preference between Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, son?'
Err... say again? Rave and who? No no, he didn't rave much in his life. Dialogue (or fight) was key to many problems!
"Wherever I'll learn how to read -"
"Gryffindor!"
"...minds, like you."
The Hat was removed from his head, and he got up. Well, the previous students just sat by whichever table was clapping the most, so that was what he did. He still didn't know what exactly this meant, but he wasn't very much concerned. He just spotted his table, and went towards to sit.
Ugh, he was HUNGRY! Why weren't they served food already?
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