Not Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin. I rather die than be put in Slytherin. Not the bad house. Wren keeps the mantra playing in her head. A consist loop since the day she received her letter. Even a little more than that point, afterall she knew that day had been coming since she was under a year old.
Her father was in Ravenclaw. Ravenclaw, could she handle Ravenclaw? The idea was appealing to Wren her father spoke highly of it, she didn't like to brag (too much) but she had the intelligence for it. Ravenclaw could be acceptable; just anything but Slytherin.
Hufflepuff housed her mother her sorting five years after her father's. Wren acknowledged the happiness, joy, and just fun with everything Hufflepuffs seemed to have. She loved all of those to be surrounded with it constantly would be nice. Yeah she could do well in Hufflepuff; just anything but Slytherin.
Wren looks away from the current fellow first year student as he sat visibly shaking on the stool with the Sorting Hat on his head to steal a look towards the Gryffindor table searching the faces for her brother. Now a fourth year student who acted like he didn't give a damn his little sister was here, even threatening her during last summer break if she dared to speak to him. She knew though that he was proud of her, would protect her from anyone or anything. Wren could be a good protector too. She liked defending the weak and fighting injustice. Plus always being near him gave her a sense of comfort. Yeah she could do Gryffindor; just anything but Slytherin.
"Wren Reynolds!" Her name is called out. She sighs. Forces a smiles. Slowly walks towards the empty stool. Not Slytherin. Anything but Slytherin. I rather die than be put in Slytherin. Not the bad house. Now faster and panicked. The hat is placed on her head.
"Slytherin!" It shouts almost the moment it's settled. Wren begins to sobs.