 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
"Hemlock, Cornelia!"
It was about time! Even though her last name fell earlier on in the alphabet, Cornelia was bored and getting tired of just standing there. She hated waiting, and she definitely was not impressed with how the sorting process actually happened. Did that mangy thing really have to be put on her head? From where she stood, she couldn't help but think that it was probably one of the ugliest hats she had seen and assumed that it probably smelled like old people.
Despite her desire to not have to temporarily wear the Sorting Hat, she walked up to the stool with confidence and sat down. She knew the decision would be quick. Well, it had better be a quick one. It was very clear to her which house she would be joining soon, so the theatrics of it all was not needed.
"Ahh, a Hemlock. It certainly has been a while since I last —"
I already know everything you're about to say, Hat, she thought, rolling her eyes. My papa was a Slytherin, and my mum a Ravenclaw. Can we skip over this history lesson? We both know where I belong.
There was a moment of silence after the thought rattled off in her mind. She expected the thing to tell her off for interrupting it, but was a rather surprised when nothing of the sort happened and the voice continued on.
"Just as I thought. Definitely not the patient sort. ... Now, let's see what else we have here. ... Ahh. Not a bad mind, even your studies isn't much of a priority. ... Though I do see quite a bit of nerve and determination ... interesting, very interesting ... perhaps ... hmm ... no, not quite. Your motivation lies elsewhere. The desire to prove yourself is certainly here, oh yes, and there is talent yet to be tapped into. ... Yes, indeed. With the proper guidance and resources, you —"
Cornelia stopped listening as the patchy hat rambled on. The thing really did like hearing itself talk, didn't it? At this point the first year was ready to grab hold of the thing and toss it on the floor, shouting out the name of her house with pride. In fact, the idea sounded perfectly splendid to her. She very well could finish the Hat's job more efficiently and look good doing it too.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Both of her hands were about to grab onto the flap of the hat when it shouted out her house. Was she surprised that it wanted no one to steal its thunder in the end? No, not in the slightest. However, she didn't care about that. Cornelia was all smiles as she removed the hat from her head and finally made her way over to where her fellow Slytherins were already seated. She couldn't wait to write to her papa with the good news!
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Last edited by Zoe; 01-02-2021 at 10:12 PM.
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