Originally Posted by Tegz

James swaggered up to the front of the great hall, shooting a cocky grin at all the professors gathered at the staff table. He turned around slowly, ensuring that everyone would have a good view of him and then he took his place on the stool, ready for the hat. He winked out at the students already sitting down, probably at a girl, though he made sure to do it in a way that could really be directed at several of them depending what they wanted to believe. He'd be a Gryffindor, obviously. It wasn't like he'd put much thought into the whole thing with the houses, but Gryffindors were historically supposed to be pretty awesome, which he obviously was, and the girls were phe-nom-en-al. So that was his pick.

The hat was lowered over his head and he was surprised to hear it talking directly to him, apparently nobody else could hear. His expression went from cocky, to irritated, to alarmed, to curious, to smug and back to cocky again. Then he frowned and sneered a little, his lip curling slightly. Jimmy Wilkes and the Sorting Hat were apparently not on good terms. The argument, for that was clearly what it was, apparently was growing spirited. That was until the increasingly impatient sorting hat called out:

"You'll find your place in RAVENCLAW!"

"I bloody will not!" Jimmy responded, glaring up at the brim of the hat in outrage.

"... RAVENCLAW!"

The hat repeated grandly, accompanied by a spattering of applause from the Eagle table.

Jimmy stood up, tugged the hat off his head, threw it on the ground and stamped on it.

Fine. He'd be a Ravenclaw. Stupid hat.

He stalked over to the Ravenclaw table, unable to disguise the little pout on his face and too irritated to play up the adorable side of his pouting.

Stupid hat. Jimmy hoped he'd left footprints.