Albus Potter
Albus clung to the side of the boat. He'd never been one for water sports but he enjoyed the ride even less with the knowledge of the giant squid that live beneath the water's green-brown surface. A simultaneous gasp echoed across the lake as the magnificent castle of Hogwarts came into view. They were loaded off the boats, and Hagrid herded Albus and the rest of the first years toward a big wooden door. With a fist the size a a garbage can, Hagrid pounded on the door. After a moment of waiting, the two doors opened and and out stepped a shriveled, little woman who looked to be the age of 112. "Good Evening, and Welcome to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You'll soon come to know me as Professor Betsmitch, I'll be teaching your Divination Class. The sorting will take place momentarily in front of the whole school. There are four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Each of you will be sorted into your proper houses. Freshen up while you have the opportunity." She glared at a small blonde haired girl who had chocolate frog smeared all over her face. This speech never changes Albus thought, he recalled his parents stories of this lecture, Ms. Mcgonagall had said essentially the same thing and topped it off with an equally withering glare towards Uncle Ron who'd had a smudge on his nose. Professor Betsmitch turned and walked back inside motioning us to follow. We filed into a gigantic hallway, and then past another set of wooden doors. Albus then walked into what may have been the largest room he'd ever seen, filled with the largest amount of people he'd ever seen at one time. The room was aglow with thousands of floating candles (he'd heard about them form his parents but they were ten times as amazing in person, even by wizard standards) There were four tables at least fifty yards long and each seated over a hundred students. As Albus walked down the majestic isle he felt unbelievably shy, two steps away from running and hiding his head under a pillow. The first years sat down on the floor in the middle of the Great Hall. Professor Betsmitch stood on a stool (she was too short to see over the squatting first years) holding a weathered, yellow scroll, and an even more weathered brown witch hat. Betsmitch placed the hat on a second stool and it opened it's -mouth?- and began to sing.
There were four creators
of Hogwarts
Griffindor
Slytherin
Ravenclaw
Hufflepuff
They were noble, brave, smart, and true.
This was odd, the song didn't rhyme. Albus was confused, in all the stories he'd heard, the hat belted out an epic tale of the founding fathers of Hogwarts sometimes adding in advice or crazy warnings. This was barely a song, it was, frankly, pathetic.
Ravenclaw was smart and true
Griffindor was brave
Hufflepuff was a dork
Slytherin was mean
Funny cuz their house color happens to be Green.
That part caused a major uproar from the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables. Betsmitch tried to hush the hat, but she didn't need to. The hat was in a bad way, and after that last line, he stopped singing and fell to the floor.
