 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
Hesitating just outside the Great hall, where her last feast was starting, Ari sighed, closing her eyes and practicing the very thing she needed to practice at that moment; patience. her bag was meowing very loudly - and quite rudely if she were to be honest - and she knew she needed to get rid of her packages very soon. But first she needed a drink, and perhaps some food before the reality really set in.
Taking a deep breath, she plastered on a fake smile and walked in, looking at the staff table to see if the object of her worries was there. Sure enough she was. She wasn't ready to say good bye yet. Stopping at her favorite spot at the Ravenclaw table, she sighed again and gently lay the bag on the spot beside her, glaring at those who would dare question her weird bag setting. Reaching for her glass, she almost accio'd the pitcher of pumpkin juice to her before remembering her manners and taking it from the table herself.
Ginger curled up under her seat and quickly fell asleep; back to normal as if she hadn't spent the last few weeks in a hut tending to her young. At that a warm smile crept up on her face and she couldn't help but bend down and give her cat a friendly pet. The hard part would come soon enough, but for right now she was hungry and thirsty for gossip.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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