Here's the next chapter, I hope you guys like it! These one-shots are really short, so they're easier to write. I'm predicting I'll have this story uploaded quicker and more often than my others, so that's something to be happy about. Right? Right. Okay then, DFTBA everybody. Blair out.
It was 1087. One thousand, two hundred and thirty-four students were sitting in the Great Hall. There were almost two hundred new first years to be Sorted, and the Sorting Hat was getting to work.
Almost at the end, a sprightly boy of eleven, Amadeus Yarrow, glared slightly at the Hat before sighing and putting it on. The Hat's cloth almost covered his eyes, his head was so small. The Hat snickered at his indignant jolt when it first spoke.
"Yarrow, Yarrow. Where to put you, I wonder? A Gryffindor? A Hufflepuff?" The Hat mused.
Amadeus didn't say anything, only scowled, willing the Hat to make a decision.
He was a bad-tempered sort, wasn't he? The Hat thought to himself. But, he had a desire to learn and to go to a position of importance. Slytherin? But he's very intelligent, so perhaps Ravenclaw would more suit him.
"Well, perhaps I'll just Sort you to Hufflepuff and you can make your way in there." It taunted.
Amadeus hunched on the stool, clamping his mouth firmly shut. He didn't know what the barmy old rag was doing, but it was taking a long time and he wanted to get down. The Hall was giving him curious looks, as the four minute mark passed and he was still stuck.
The Hat muttered to itself. "He's clever... Slytherin. But he's more intelligent than sly, Ravenclaw. But he's ambitious, Slytherin." Finally, he asked the boy himself. "What do you think, Yarrow? Are you a snake, or are you an eagle?"
Amadeus thought. He whispered, "Eagles are stupid."
The Hat chuckled. "SLYTHERIN!"