The mitey xspress trane pull up at hoggwarts plafform in a cloud of steam poo gosh and disgorge its cargo of brite-eyed eager boys and GURLS. i am milling about with assorted ticks, new bugs and weeds who litely hurl spells at each other and cri nigel is a muggle am not are am not are ect. Suddenly hagrid the gamekeeper approach and sheperd us off to the CASTLE which is black and forbidding surrounded by haunted moat, bats owls giant spiders just like st custards.
Befor skool dinner of super sossages, pies mash potatos dougnuts pork chops trifle jely roast sucking pig ect ect, all new bugs must attend Sorting ceremony where there FATE is decided. Tremble tremble chiz the battered and frankly unsavory hem-hem sorting hat is lowered upon my beetling brow and after a pregnant pause (coo-er posh prose molesworth) it SPEKE:
"Huflepuf. Also you hav a face like a squished tomato."
Curses curses i wanted to be in grifindore with hary ron and other heroic brave fearless boys. Oh well such is life i suppose it was not meant to be. But who is this misterious lone figure who draw near skipping nimbly with his skool scarf?
"Hullo clouds, Hullo sky, hullo pumpkins, hullo powdered root of asfodel." Yes you have it in 1 guess it is fotherington-tomas the utter girly wet and weed. "i am so glad to be in huflepuf our emblem is the noble badger who roam the woods and feilds."
CURSES!