Although the train ride had been somewhat relaxing, Marilyn Force couldn't help the anxiousness that was now clawing its way into her chest. From the outside, the Great Hall hadn't seemed so imposing. Upon entering the large wooden doors, however, hundreds and hundreds of eyes were staring at her. Well, not exactly at her, but it had felt that way. Im so utterly paranoid, it's ridiculous.

Marilyn Force.

Said blonde showed no nervousness or fear as she approached the small stool. Her only apprehension was due to the sorting being so...impersonal. She felt this was an important moment and was displeased to share it with so many unfamiliar faces. Marilyn sighed in irritation as she perched herself upon the stool. She didn't like all these eyes on her and showed her dislike by glaring at the lot of them. When the hat was placed on her blonde head, she awaited the voice that she had been pre-warned about.

Well, well, well...A conflicted mind indeed. You're intelligent and preceptive, these two traits are overshadowed by ambition, however. Hmm. What shall it be? Ravenclaw or Slytherin? At the words, Force scoffed. There's only one place to put you...

SLYTHERIN!

Marilyn's look could only be described as smug as the hat was removed. She stood quickly and made her way towards the Slytherin table.