#25. Sorting Hat "Porpington, Nicholas de-Mimsy!" Nicholas sat upon the sorting hat stool a shivering eleven year old gripping the edges of the seat. "Hmm" the hat whispered in his ear "a certain stubborness, rather daring, ready to leap in the unknown..... yes, yes, yes, there is potential.....................GRYFFINDOR!" Nick almost melted with relief. The Slytherin table hummed a low boo for each of the Gryffindor's that were sorted but they were scarcely heard over the applauding of the Gryffindors. Grinning mildly as if he didn't want all this fuss but was happy to get it, he sat down and watched Podmore being sorted.
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