Well well well, here we are again. Read.
Otto Bagman's Sorting
"Bagman, Otto." Called out McGonagall. She had only been doing this a few years and was already tired of the job. No wonder Professor Babbling had offered her the job. A boy with the body of a beater came up. His broad shoulders were squared, a Quidditch jersey visible underneath his robes. HE blew a few strands of blond long hair out of his face before sitting down. The hat fell onto his head.
My my. Easy this one is! Pssh, HUFFLEPUFF!
And with that Otto sat himself at the yellow and black table, and ignoring the other sorting turned towards the Quidditch captain to discuss strategies.
Short I know.