 The REAL Sorting Hat: "Ravenclaw!" This monkey is bananas.
William held his broom with a slightly shaking hand as he listened to the instructions. Flying? They had to FLY? He was a horrible flyier; he just knew he'd humiliate himself falling off his broom and hurting himself. Couldn't he just run very quickly down to the gems and pick one up then run back, he could run very quickly. But he had a feeling they had to fly, and that meant a visit for the Healer after.
Raising his hand he asked, "Does it matter what height we fly at? I'm a horrible flyer professor and don't want to fall off and hurt myself." he said shyly, not looking around at the others.
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MAH ARI!!!
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