Hey guys, I'm finally posting something. A very rare occurrence. Someone put this in the memory book.

Okay, seriously though. I'm so sorry about not posting in a matter of months when I said I'd post very soon in my last chapter, which was in March. Oops. Hopefully I'll get quite a few chapters out in the next week or so, but for now, enjoy this one which will be about sorting :)

Enjoy!

"Aria, I can't feel my hand."

Spencer attempted to pull her wrist from her friend's iron grip, but Aria held on grimly. Spencer sighed, and contented with her friend almost crushing her fingers into a pulp.

"I'mnextimnextimnextwhatamigonnadoohmygoshimgonnabenext- "

"Aria, chill. They've barely passed the 'B' section. You won't be called for a while."

Aria continued to murmur under her breath, and held on to Spencer's arm with both hands. Spencer grimaced, though she empathised with her friend. While her cool composure remained, her head was buzzing with thoughts, each worse than the last. If she wasn't in Ravenclaw, then she would be practically disowned. She looked around and saw Melissa sitting at the front of her elongated table, badge glowing under the candlelight. Melissa caught her eye. She winked, in what was supposed to be friendly way, but all that Spencer could think about was the evil plan Melissa had in mind to sabotage her- Ravenclawness? Melissa had a reputation for ruining things, and Spencer didn't believe in fresh starts. Suddenly, the witch at the front interrupted her thoughts.

"DiLaurentis, Alison?"

A blonde girl wearing a pleated skirt and sweater walked slowly to the stage, and sat on the stool, cross legged. The Professor examined her non-uniform in disdain, and gave a little snort. She put the hat on her head and it instantly screamed- "Slytherin!"

The very end table burst into cheers, with quite a few catcalls as the girl strutted down to the bench.

Over at the front of the line, Hanna gazed longingly at the girl called Alison sat down. She would give anything to be as carefree, as collected, as stylish, as slim… Hanna looked down at her thighs in disgust. Big, pale, mounds of wobbly flesh. She took two little experimental steps and they shook, white mounds of blubber practically causing an earthquake in the room. Hanna almost cried in despair. No matter how many times her friends denied it, how many times her mum called it 'growing', she knew she was only worth a single word. Fat. F A T. It seemed to flash around the hall, all of the walls, the floor, the tables, all screaming: "FAT!"

A few tears escaped her eyes, but she clapped and cheered as "Fields, Emily," was called up.

The hat contemplated as it was put on the brunette's head. It muttered incomprehensibly, but Emily seemed to understand it. She looked even more terrified with every word it spoke. Eventually, it yelled out, "Gryffindor!"

The table on the other end whooped, and the next lot of names were called. As "Gerald, Harvey," was sorted into Hufflepuff, Spencer stiffened. The 'H's were coming up.

"Hastings, Spencer?"

Her legs almost gave way as she walked the few stairs that led to the stage. Sitting down on the stool, she closed her eyes. The hat was put down on her head. Melissa had once told her that her thoughts interfered with the hats decision, so she made her mind as blank as possible.

The hat was speaking to her, but Spencer was too scared to even listen. At long last, it yelled: "Gryffindor!"

What? Spencer pulled the hat off her head and scanned the Ravenclaw table. Melissa looked shocked. No doubt she would be the first to write home and tell her mother and father all about it.

Spencer gave the musty hat to the Professor and walked blankly down the steps. She was in Gryffindor. GRYFFINDOR. Gryffindor wasn't the smart house; Gryffindor wasn't the one she wanted- although it kind of was. In other words, Gryffindor wasn't the house her parents wanted. Spencer would have been perfectly happy with the house of red and gold, if the image of Mr and Mrs Hastings weren't at the back of her mind.

That was it. She was disowned.

"Yay! You're in Gryffindor too!"

Emily had discarded her seat to congratulate her friend. Spencer wiped away the ghost of a tear and smiled thinly at the swimmer.

"Yeah."

"Hey," Emily said gently, noticing Spencer's distress. "Your parents won't mind that much, will they?"

Spencer almost laughed. Oh, she had NO idea. She turned away and continued to watch the sorting. Poor Hanna, she thought. Her arm must be the next victim of Aria's stress.

As "Malfoy, Draco" sauntered off to the Slytherin table, The Professor cleared her throat. "Marin, Hanna?"

Aria could see her trembling from her place in the line as she walked up to the stool. Hanna quickly sat, trying to ignore the hundreds of pairs of eyes on her. The hat fell down on her head. It didn't say anything.

For a full three minutes it sat rigid on her head, before opening the brim of its mouth.

"Slytherin!"

The far off table clapped, but in Hanna's mind all she could hear was mocking laughter. Why the hell was she in Slytherin? Sure, she was a pureblood, but that didn't mean anything! Spencer was, and she in in Gryffindor! Slytherins were supposed to be cunning and charismatic and devious, and from what she'd heard from others, evil! The hat must of made a mistake , it must of-

"Montgomery, Aria?"

Hanna sat down at the very edge of the bench to watch her friend being sorted. She could deal with the Slytherin-problem later.

The hat barely took half a minute to place Aria in Hufflepuff, where she waved at Hanna, half smiling, half grimacing.

Hanna waved back before seeing who was beside her. It was the Alison girl. She was having a conversation with the blonde boy opposite her, before noticing Hanna.

"Welcome to Slytherin."

Double oops because this chapter again is really short and really bad. I'm really unreliable, tbh, but I've started on the next few chapters and they'll PROBABLY be out tomorrow.

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