A snake in the grass- Sorting
She watched quietly from where a teacher had told her to stand, directly in the middle of the large group, waiting to be sorted. It was alphabetical, and L was behind some, and in front of others. Pink lips pursed in mild annoyance, watching as all the other eleven year old's walked up with shaking hands, and pale faces. The only one that didn't was the Ackerman girl, but she was sorted into Gryffindor, a house the boy she'd shared a train car with had assured her she'd never make it into. What was his name? Reiner?
Whatever, it didn't matter. When a teacher called her name, she walked forward, head not too high, shoulders not too hunched. Annie wanted to appear just above the average in arrogance. That way people wouldn't doubt that she had reason to be a bit more proud then them. She sat on the seat, and felt a hat gently touch the top of her head. Was there a humming sound coming from this thing?
Interesting, quite interesting. Annie froze, keeping her face as calm as possible. She mustn't show fear lest the other students use it against her. Deep rooted self-preservation I see, but mixed with bravery to face whatever you must head on, and without mercy. Ambitious, with a sharp intellect... perhaps Ravenclaw but no... You want knowledge just for yourself... but you're willing to give it to others to help them... Oh? You think that isn't the truth, but the animal you spared and befriended says otherwise...
Such an enigma, aren't you girl? You would benefit greatly by going to Hufflepuff, they could teach you to be yourself. Or perhaps Ravenclaw, who values learning, and knowing more than the next guy, but are willing to pass what they know along to others. Such cunning I see though, used to read those you consider enemies... which everyone is. It sounded like the hat was laughing for a second, to it's own private joke. Perhaps in Slytherin you'll make your real friends, a home torn with strife if you choose it considering your lineage, but it will get you great places. Choose Girl.
Annie's heart was pounding, a drop of sweat making it's way down her spine as people began to whisper. She heard a voice saying this was taking too long. The sorting hat never took this long. She closed her eyes for a second, thinking quickly. What did she want? Herself, knowledge, or greatness? The answer was simple, and the sorting hat shouted it out- "SLYTHERIN."
She stood, but unlike the others who had been sorted there was no deafening roar of acceptance for her. Not for the mud blood sorted into Slytherin.
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