Drabble written for Cheeky's Weekly Drabble Competition, level Hard (write about the sorting of a given character with the prompt relieved). And the As Strong As We Are United Competition, prompt darkness.
Word count: 165
Getting Sorted
After hearing everyone talk about fighting trolls, exorcising demons and creating spells in order to get Sorted into one House, it was actually quite a relief to be faced with a singing Hat, even though Seamus was sort of worried about letting something look through his head like that.
What he had in there was personal, thank you very much.
"Finnigan, Seamus!"
That was it. His moment. Where would he end up? His mother had told him she didn't care, and his father didn't really know what the problem was, but he had heard Slytherin was the House you didn't want to go to.
He only noticed the Hat when it blocked his sight, but the whole thing was over before he had the time to worry about the darkness.
"Gryffindor!"
His feet took him to the loudest table, and seeing as they applauded him and cheered for his arrival, Seamus knew he would be at home there. He could finally breathe freely.