Where did my story start, you ask? Oh, that was when Godric Gryffindor decided that Hogwarts needed a hat to put the students into their classes. Magically it always worked out to where there were forty new students invited each year. Magically it always worked out to where I sorted ten into each house. But of course Magic is a big part of our lives in the Wizarding World, now isn't it?
Over the long period of my life I've been put on the heads of many famous people such as Albus Dumbledore, Tom Riddle :shudder:, and Harry Potter. I don't exactly know how long I will live, but it will be for a while... considering that I'm a hat. Curse Gryffindor! If only I had a female sorting hat (if there ever was such a thing) to keep me company. Then I would be perfectly alright.
You do know my job, don't you? For if you don't, I'd feel rather stupid rambling on and on about the perks and down points of it. Well, I'm the Sorting Hat of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I sit on the nervous first years heads at the Sorting Ceremony on the first day of school each year and assign them to a house.
So... you can see that for the most part I'm happy. That's my life in short for you. A Sorting Hat. How fun... Oh yes...
Sincerely,
The Sorting Hat
A/N: Yes that was stupid, yes I spent five minutes on it. Oh well...... Tell me what you think, thanks.