A/N: Yes, yes….I suspect it's time for another one of these! Yay! :o) Anyway….onto…..the Sorting Hat.
Let me tell you one thing. I hate poetry. Once a year, they make me write a song, that rhymes! I really, really don't like that…maybe that's one of the reasons it takes me all year to come up with a new song. Of course, I am better at it than anyone else in the school because I have been doing it for two thousand years.
I also hate reading people's minds. It seems like such an intrusion, but I'm forced to do it every year. On top of that, I also have to sort the poor, frightened kids into the houses.
Do you realize how hard that is? For example, there was a girl a few years back who's entire family had been Hufflepuffs. She didn't belong in Hufflepuff, and she knew that her family would be terribly mad at her if she had been put anywhere else. Unfortunately, she didn't belong in Hufflepuff. She was a Gryffindor, one of the truest I've ever seen. Do you know how long it took me to get over the fact that I had might have ruined the good, happy life she had with her Hufflepuff family? It took a year, until I had an easy Sorting the next year, in which her sister was in, who also made it to Gryffindor.
I started out life as a normal top hat. I was nice, clean, and very handsome, if I do say so myself. Now I look as if I could be ripped apart and used as rags. My brim is starting to fall off, and no matter how hard I try, I can't seem to get enough attention to get it fixed. *sigh*
Oh, one more thing: I AM SICK AND TIRED OF THIS JOB!!!! TWO THOUSAND YEARS IS WAYYYYY TOO MANY!!!!!!!!