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"BARRINGTON, CALLIOPE!"
The brunette didn't waste a second as she strut forward and out of the mass of black robes waiting to have their names called and took to the steps leading up to the stool, the soles of her feet beating against the stone drum skin beneath her. Her wand fitting had not exactly gone according to her heart's desires, but she had decided that she didn't totally loathe the brittle spruce tucked within her wrist holster. While not entirely keen in having the same core as mamma, her sights set on something much more glorious like the sphinx talon in dad's, it was fine. It would be fine. It would be fine because she decided that it had to be fine - plus the bit of music she had engraved upon the wood helped the whole aesthetic.
A couple of shallow breaths and Calliope's bum was nestled on the stool and the Sorting Hat wiggling itself into position upon her head.
"Ah, another Barrington...very musically inclined as your father but lacking his patience and acceptance of things and people as he...I see..."
She nodded eagerly because, well, duh. She didn't need some old hat telling her such things AND she already knew she was not meant to be in Ravenclaw like him and her sister. For one, it always bothered her that their mascot was an eagle instead of a raven, which she supposed was supposed to be some sort of ironic twist of humor or subverting expectations but...it still bothered her.
"Hard work comes easily to you, yes, particularly in those endeavours to which you feel yourself drawn to most...and extremely loyal as well...hmm...you would make a fine H---"
"No," she snapped, fingers coiling around the rim of the stool. "No...thank you." An afterthought of politeness but also...just no. She was no badger either though she had heard from Uncle West how he had been considered for it as well and how the emeralds and the golds were practically two sides of the same galleon. And, let's be real, pseudo uncles were just always way cooler than your own dad sooooooooo following in the superior cool strides of Uncle West and Uncle Ascanius had a bigger appeal! ...and maybe a DASH of Uncle Dante, but just a smidge of a dash.
"Ah...I see...yes... Ah, you're a curious one indeed... ambition in your heart, cleverness in your mind. Music, a true passion... a thirst for greatness, but... what is this? A desire to shape the world around you with creativity, too."
The Hat paused, the silent tension growing.
“Yes... yes. I see...better be....SLYTHERIN!"
A smile tugged at her lips and soon spread into a wide grin as she slipped off the stool and double timed the rhythm of her feet against the floor to scamper over to the Slytherin table and join her classmates - she couldn't WAIT to write home about this!
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