Sorting Hat
I gazed up at the tattered hat in Dumbledore’s office. “Why did it put me in Hufflepuff, I wonder?” I muttered dolefully to myself, twirling a bit of dark hair around my finger.
“You were an easy one, Myrtle,” it suddenly said, causing me to jump a few feet into the air. “I knew right away you weren’t to be a Slytherin or Gryffindor.”
“Thanks a lot,” I moaned, glaring at it.
“But Ravenclaw didn’t seem to fit you either. And you know Hufflepuffs are the rest of them.”
Still sniffling, I retorted, “Shut up!” and scuttled from the office.
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