My choice...
Seeing that small, defeated child sulk across the Great Hall to cheers and greetings of his new Housemates, seeing him leave behind his only friend in the world...it shows the evils of the Sorting.
Of course, I'm supposed to mindlessly place innocent, oblivious children into groups that define them for the rest of their lives; I've seen teachers walk back into my school still bearing their House proudly before them, school yard fantasies still in place.
This is not what the Founders had in mind. They didn't want our school divided. Gryffindors are not supposed to hate the Slytherins, but they do. Ravenclaws aren't supposed to flaunt their knowledge in everyone's face, but they do. Somewhere among the dim, Hufflepuffs are lost to their own caring and compassion.
Must I aide to this? Must I be forced to alter children's lives so drastically? How could I possibly pick one for a mind with the qualities for all four?
All of those sad faces as they see their friends leave them are my fault, my burden to bear.
My choice...