In Which the Elrics are Sorted
Scenario Two: Ed and Al are First Years; Alphonse has already been Sorted, and now it is Ed's turn.
"Just put me in Ravenclaw," Ed lazily drawled, one finger absentmindedly digging wax from his ear.
The fact that he could do this in a magical mental space was astounding. Edward was actually quite fascinated at the process of Sorting, but he had an appearance to maintain. He didn't want the Sorting Hat digging too deeply.
He hated the idea of this Hat being able to know his deepest thoughts, him memories. It was a total invasion of privacy. Also, he wasn't sure how much the Sorting Hat spoke with anyone else. It wouldn't do for the Hat to go sharing his and Al's plans.
"Your intelligence is beyond reproach, and you would indeed do well there."
"Okay, then cry out Ravenclaw already," Edward could sense something suspicious from the Hat. There would be no need for further discourse if the Hat was truly content with putting him in Ravenclaw.
"Do you not feel as if another House might be better suited for you?"
Ed dead-eyed stared at the Hat. Did it/him seriously ask if there was another House better suited for him?
"Ravenclaw is where Al is, so no, I'm not better suited for another House. Al and I go together or not at all."
"You are quite cunning," the Sorting Hat responded, trying to open Ed up to the idea of another House.
"Yeah, and so is Al and you didn't place him in Slytherin. I'm also brave, loyal—and don't you go spreading this around—kind. Well, kind-ish. I'm not as nice as Al. I'm a pretty well rounded individual when it comes down to it! So the only thing for you to do is place me in Ravenclaw with my little brother.
"I have to look out for him. He's all I have left."
Ed had not meant to get so personal at the end. He suspected the magical mental space had something to do with it.
"Alright, then. RAVENCLAW!"