The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas. Emily appeared in the long line of ministry workers heading to the wedding with a huge frown on her face. "Why me?" She groaned aloud as she hefted the large heavy box that held the gift in her hands, her thin arms shivering slightly under its weight. She wore a simple purple dress robe, noting fancy since she wasn't thrilled with the arrangments. "Why purple? Why here, why why why!" she moaned, shaking her head as the line slowly lessened and she walked up to the head of the line, no emotionso n her face. "Emily Castior." She said by way of greeting to the Ministry employee at the security desk. She moved the heavy puirple packaged box to her right arm and moved a strand of black hair from her face.
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