#25 Sorting Hat
“Daddy,” a five-year old Luna clambered onto her father’s lap. “Tell me what will happen when I go to Hogwarts.” She snuggled into her father’s arms.
“Alright,” he replied with a chuckle, stroking her sleek blonde hair. “When you go, you’ll walk into a huge room that shows the sky.”
“Skip to the part about the hat, Daddy,” interrupted Luna, yawning.
“Alright,” her father said compliantly. “There’s an old hat sitting upon a stool. It sings a song every year. You put on the hat, and it talks into your ear and says to you…” He stopped. Luna was asleep. |