Rosalie's POV:

We got off the carts where there weren't any horses drawing them. When we walked up to the door, there was a tall, rather severe-looking woman, with black hair typically drawn into a tight bun. She wore emerald green robes, a pointed hat, and had very prim expression.

"Welcome First Years. Please wait outside while everything is finished setting. You could freshen up perhaps." She said as she left.

I dragged Alice over to the bathroom as I began to "freshen up".

"Rose, it is just a sorting." Alice said looking at me with a hard face.

"But, there is guys there," I replied while applying some makeup.

"Whatever." She said walking out.

"STUDENTS, PLEASE REPORT TO WHERE YOU CAME IN" A voice on an invisible speaker yelled to us.

I walked out and ran into this big guy, not big like fat, but big like muscle.

"I'm sorry." The person said, helping me up from the ground. He had curly brown hair and topaz eyes. He was one of us I realized.

"It was my fault, really." I replied brushing myself off as I walked with him over to where the students lined up alphabetical order. I was right behind my sister Alice, of course. As we walked in I saw this raggedy, old, worn out hat sitting on the stool, smiling. It was brown and ugly, I was mad I had to put this hat on, but hey, everyone had to. This guy standing right in front of the person I ran into looked at me and shook his head, what was his problem?

The sorting hat sat up and looked over towards us. It opened it's mouth and sang;

"Oh you may not think me pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find A smarter hat than me. You can keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat And I can cap them all. There's nothing hidden in your head The Sorting Hat can't see, So try me on and I will tell you Where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, Where dwell the brave at heart, Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart; You might belong in Hufflepuff, Where they are just and loyal, Those patient Hufflepuffs are true And unafraid of toil; Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning, Will always find their kind; Or perhaps in Slytherin You'll make your real friends, Those cunning folks use any means To achieve their ends. So put me on! Don't be afraid! And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!

What a song, I thought as I rolled my eyes. I hoped I wasn't in Slytherin.

Edward's POV:

The hat did an amazing song, who knew a hat could sing? I sure didn't. I was really starting to believe in this magic stuff. I heard it's thoughts inside it's head. It was amazing.

"Abbot, Hannah!" Professor McGonagall cried out sharply.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat cried, with the Hufflepuff table cheering loudly.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!" Another Hufflepuff, the table cheered loudly again.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!" Finally something other than Hufflepuff. The line got shorter and shorter until finally…

"Cullen, Edward!" The sharp voice rang through the hall yelling my name.

I could hear the Sorting Hat think over where I would belong, heck, I learned when you had the hat on, you could hear all of it's thoughts, whether you were a mind reader like me or not.

"Hmm a mind reader?" He mused over the new knowledge. "You have an unlimited way to get knowledge. I shall put you in," He said the next part aloud. I didn't even know he wasn't talking aloud. "RAVENCLAW!"

The Ravenclaw table let out a huge cheer, I guess as they say, Brains before Brawn. I looked over at my brother Emmett, who was next.

"Cullen, Emmett!"

The sorting hat is put onto his head, moments later it called out…