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"James Potter!" Read out McGonagall.
James confidently walked up to the stool as the sorting hat was placed on his head, Hey Sorting Hat, he thought conversationally.
James Potter, eh? The Sorting Hat drawled.
James jumped a little, he hadn't thought the sorting hat would reply, but he managed to reply smoothly, Guilty, how's it going?
Not bad, not bad. Interesting bunch you've got this year.
Too many Slytherins if you ask me. James answered loftily.
How do you know I won't put you in Slytherin?
James froze for a moment, but quickly regained his relaxed composure, I'm James PotterI practically scream Gryffindor, and plus, the guy who made you was the founder of Gryffindor. Do you really think you're going to dishonour him, by putting me in Slytherin?
The sorting hat ignored him.
Well, er, are you?
When he didn't get a reply, James started to become flustered, he quickly began again, A…a…and my Dad was an honorary Gryffindor, do you want to dishonour my family? Then realising that the Sorting Hat might take it the wrong way, he quickly retracted, I mean, I didn't mean to imply-er I just meant that I do believe that I belong in Gryffindor, and that-
The Sorting Hat beginning to find James's ranting a tad irritating quickly called out, "Gryffindor!"
The Gryffindor table broke out in cheers.
Beaming, James thought, Great! Thanks mate, knew you'd come through.
The Sorting Hat snorted-if it was even possible for a hat to snort.
So, began James, feeling elated and slightly complacent, what was Godric Gryffindor like? Was Salazar Slytherin like that weird Snape guy?
Excuse me, the Sorting Hat began, I think your turn is o-
Oh, look at that girl over there, the one with red hair? Why'd you put her in Gryffindor? She's friends with a-James shuddered, Slytherin.
Are you questioning me? And it doesn't matter who your friends are, it matters who you are. The Sorting Hat replied snootily.
Well, I guess she is kind of pretty, and her red hair matches the Gryffindor colours…
Yes, well, now that you're don-The Sorting Hat tried again.
Which quidditch team do you go for? James interrupted, I personally think that th-
Potter, please take me off your head, your turn is o- The Sorting Hat tried again.
"James Potter." Professor McGonagall interrupted the conversation curtly, "I do believe that you have been sorted into Gryffindor."
Oops, thought James to the hat, I better go, I'll speak to you later-or think to y-
"Potter." Professor McGonagall repeated.
Bye! Thought James hurriedly, before taking the hat off and placing it back on the stool, "Sorry professor", James quickly said before walking towards the Gryffindor table.
"What happened?" Asked Sirius when James sat down next to him.
"What do you mean?"
"Why were you sitting on the stool for such a long time?"
"I was just having a little chat with the Sorting Hat."
Sirius laughed, "That's a good one," but stopped when James looked at him funnily. "You're being serious?"
"No, silly, as if I'd want to be you."
There was a silence, and then Sirius started laughing, "Now that's a good one!"
Molly Prewett peered down the table to look at James and Sirius; she shook her head, "First years."
Hey! Hope you enjoyed this, it's short, but hopefully pretty good, and if you don't mind, a review would be greatly appreciated. Seeing as I turned 14 today and all XD.