"And what do we have here? Another little Malfoy? I remember your father quite well. Draco, wasn't it? What did they say your name was? Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy? My my, what a heavy name for such a little boy. What was that? Ahh yes, you're right; I should get back to the Sorting. The other little ones will be getting antsy. Hmm, it is common knowledge that the Malfoys belong in Slytherin, isn't it? Your father wasn't in this seat for more than a few seconds before he proudly stalked over to join the rest of the Slytherins, rash and eager to prove himself worthy of his name. You seem to have learned from his mistakes. You're surprised I remember Sortings from so many years ago? Dear boy, I remember each and every soul that I have searched. Now your mother, she was an amusing one. She was quite adamant about not ending up in Slytherin like her older sister. She begged me for Ravenclaw so she could make a name for herself, independent of her family. Quite the opposite of your father, oddly enough. I never seriously considered putting her in Slytherin, though. Her mind was too sharp; it was ideally suited to solving puzzles rather than creating them. But you, you're an interesting Malfoy. You remind me very much of another one of your relatives that I had the pleasure of Sorting, though with your blood, I'd be willing to bet that you're somehow related to half of this hall in one way or other. What was he like? Oh cunning, no doubt. It seems that your family just can't escape that quality. Sharper than the edge of Godric's sword but he never used it in ways Salazar would have approved of. I seem to remember that most of his favorite memories involved getting into some form of mischief or other. He had quite the schemer's brain, that one. You know, he's one of the few that I wish had actually visited me after being Sorted. I think I liked him. Getting impatient are we, little one of Bad Faith? You know that's what your name means, etymologically speaking? You do? Well perhaps Ravenclaw might be a good place for you after all. You cannot hurry a Sorting. Be happy you're not as complicated of a boy as Flavius Gurley; I spent a full 48 minutes deliberating on him. You don't care how long I take as long as you don't end up in Hufflepuff? Oh there is very little chance of that happening. You're lacking one of the chief qualities of the Hufflepuffs, my boy. Patience is a virtue I do suggest you develop. He was most certainly lacking in that respect as well. Who? Why, your predecessor that you remind me so much of. What was his name? One of the Blacks, I believe. Sirius, Sirius Black. I think you would have liked him. GRYFFINDOR!"