AN*not much to say. was taming my muse
discliamer-i wish i had a sorting hat...but i don't, i wish i had an astoria to put ti on...but i don't. sooooo i borrowed jkr's without asking, so lets keep this on the down low.
The sorting hat had just finished it's song, and the newly arrived first years awaited anxiously in a clustered huddle in the front of the great hall, and all the eye's of the other students, for further instruction.
"Now, when I call your name, you are to sit on this stool in order to be sorted." Professor McGonagall instructed unrolling a lengthy stretch of parchment.
"Who are we looking for exactly?"
"Daphne's sister, weren't you listening Draco?"
"Yes Pansy, I know who were looking for, I want to know what she looks like."
"Then ask that next time."
"Will you to shush, she's the squat, brown haired freckly one."
"Greengrass, Astoria" McGonagall read
"That's her, that's her. Remember this day, the day Astoria became a Slytherin." Daphne beamed excitedly.
From the depths of the crowd a short girl with tightly wound auburn curls, dull green eye's and a dusting of freckles crowding the bridge of her nose emerged, nervously making her way to the wobbly stool located center stage of the massive audience of returning students, with the odd freshman situated here and there.
Taking her seat Astoria scrutinized the musty old hat, whispering a hurried question to McGonagall just before she was about to drop the hat upon her head.
"No dear, the hat doesn't have lice" A few students close to the front managed to hear, resulting in scattered laughter, which after some explaining, lead to an uproar. Astoria blushed mad, attempting to loose her head in her shoulders by the looks of it as McGonagall waved her hand signaling it was time for everyone to settle down.
"Don't worry dear, it was rather wise of you to ask." The professor whispered, just so Astoria could hear before settling the hat atop her head.
Her olive eye's soon vanished from view.
Mmmmm, thought I might have lice did you, you're a funny one aren't you.
Oh, heaven's no, you haven't gone mad. I'm sorting you. How else did you think it was done. Now let's see here. Greengrass, a great many Slytherin's have possessed that name yes. You seem a little different though. Well, I suppose every family has there black sheep at some time or other.
No, I can't just put you in Slytherin, even if it'll make your sister especially pleased.
Mmmm, Curious, very curious indeed, and rather intelligent and inquisitive, although a little shy no doubt and a bit to ready to trust which are very Hufflepuff quality's. but still, so curious and far to smart to flourish in Hufflepuff. Watch yourself now, your housemates aren't known to be patient, so your going to need to be forgiving, although it seems you already are. Better be
"Ravenclaw!"
The hat was lifted from her head. Astoria grinning ear to ear began her descent to the cheering Ravenclaw table, although more then a fair few looked more then disappointed to have gotten the girl who asked about lice.
Once seated, Astoria chanced a glance at the Slytherin table.
"Ravenclaw! She's a bloody Ravenclaw! Did you hear that Pansy."
"Oh, we've all heard it by now Daphne."
"Nobody asked for your opinion Malfoy!"
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