"Anderson, Bryce!"

Bryce walked forward, confidently. He grinned, exposing his pure white, totally straight and perfect teeth. He had bright blue eyes and slightly overlong golden blonde hair that fell in slightly curly locks. He was oh so handsome. And of course, Bryce knew this.

He sat down on the stool, and flung the Sorting Hat on his head, somewhat carelessly, although in a rather elegant style.

Anderson, Anderson... So you must be related to Jacob?

Yep. Jacob's my Dad.

No wonder. You're a lot like him.

Yeah, I know. Dad ALWAYS says so.

But then, come to think of it, you're a lot like Sirius Black, too.

Sirius? Who the heck is Sirius?

No one of your concern. His whole family was in Slytherin. Nearly.

SLYTHERIN? No! Dad says I'm BORN to be in Gryffindor! He was! And YOU said I was like him! I'm not even LIKE that Sirius Black or whoever!

Um, excuse me, Sirius WAS a Gryffindor.

Oh. I didn't know.

So, why do you hold something against Slytherin?

Well, Dad says that Gryffindor is WAY more fun. And that Slytherins are just cheaters.

Okay then, well, you aren't as similar to your dad as I thought.

I AM like him! I AM!

No. You're, let's see, wiser than him.

So you're saying I'm a RAVENCLAW?

No. You're wiser than Jacob, yes, but not wise enough for Ravenclaw...

Basically, you're just calling me DUMB.

No! I'm just saying you're better suited to...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Yes. Thank you.