Sorting Hat
Viky stood in line behind all the firsties, looking round and trying to ignore the weird looks the little ones were giving her. She sort of wished that there was another way to be sorted... being the only older student here was a little disconcerting. She watched as the line became smaller and smaller, and then eventually her name was called. She stepped up onto the stage with a smile, and then promptly fell over. Brilliant. Now she looked like an idiot. Pfffft. She stood up slowly and sat herself down on the stool, her face blushing an unflattering shade of red.
__________________ ♥In this passenger seat, you put your eyes on me, in this moment, now capture it, remember it
'Cause I don't know how it gets better than this, you take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless♥  ♥'And I don't know why but with you I'd dance, in a storm in my best dress, fearless♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ |