A/N: Getting into the fan fiction groove
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
The Sorting Hat itches. It's the only thing that Astoria Greengrass can think about when it's placed on her head. She forgets about being nervous or about her sister telling her that 'Slytherin is the only house worth being in' and instead focuses on the fact that the sorting hat itches.
Greengrass, it hums inside of her head. Easily distracted I see, and not very ambitious. No, I don't think Slytherin will be right for you. You're not very brave either… it continues. And Astoria forgets about the itching just long enough to realize what the hat is considering.
Please not Hufflepuff, she begs. Anything but Hufflepuff, only duffers get sorted into Hufflepuff. Please not Hufflepuff.
She swears that the hat chuckles. Actually, I was thinking you have a rather nice mind, perfect for "Ravenclaw!"
Her new table cheers and Astoria hops off the stool and goes to join them, with almost a smile. She takes a seat beside some other first years and dares a glance at the Slytherin table. Her sister has disappointed eyes, but manages to smile anyway. After all, Slytherin is the only house worth being in. Everyone knows that. Astoria turns away and watches the rest of the sortings.
(Years later she'll tell her son that the only reason she was sorted into Ravenclaw was because the Sorting Hat itched and she couldn't concentrate on becoming the next great witch. He won't believe her).
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Fin.