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| (OOC: Well, after reading through this thread, I decided someone should actually put the friggin hat on!) BIC: Sil watched most of his other classmates get sorted--his last name starting with a V put him rather far down the list. Each time a student was sorted, the Sorting hat would call out a House name and there would be a rounding cheer of applause from the respective table. It was all very overwhelming, and Sil was growing more apprehensive by the moment as the line ahead of him grew shorter and shorter. He also wanted the ceremony to hurry up and be over with so he could eat. Finally, he heard his name called. Kind of. "Septimus V... er... Veni-tucky?" "Its pronounced Veni-TOO-chee," he said. "Oh," said the kindly witch calling out the names. "Sorry about that. Well, have a seat." Sil sat on the stool and felt the hat lowered on his head. Then he heard a raspy, grandfatherly voice say, "Why, hello there." He looked around to see who was talking. "No, up here," the voice chuckled. "this will be much easier if you relax." Realizing it was the hat speaking, Sil did as he was told, or tried to anyway. "Hmmm. You are a tricky one. Courageous, but you doubt yourself; studious, but only when you want to be; clever, but never scheming. Trustworthy, and... What's this? Hungry? At a time like this? I know just the place for you." "HUFFLEPUFF!" the hat shouted. |