"Farrey, Carlos!"
Carlos, a skinny boy with dark hair and matching eyes, walked up and sat himself on the stool. He placed the hat on his head. Ever since the muggleborn had found out he was a wizrd, he couldn't wait for the Sorting.
Carlos Farrey, you're difficult to sort. Difficult indeed.
Um, well, if you say so, I guess.
Well, you're far too competitive for a Hufflepuff...
So, Slytherin, then?
No... You're not cunning enough for Slytherin...
So.. um...
You're smart, true, true...
Ravenclaw?
Nope... You don't seem wise enough...
How about Gryffindor?
No.. none of them really suit you perfectly...
So...?
You've got the traits of all the houses...
So can you just PLEASE sort me?
Okay then. Which house sounds best to you?
Oh! I can choose?
Yes, that's just about correct.
Okay! Gryffindor, then!
Why Gryffindor?
I dunno... I like lions... They're brave, powerful...
Okay then, if you're sure.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
