Chapter 3
"Professor Dumbledore?" Cal opened the door and stepped in.
"Ah, yes, Caligan, some in, just the man I wished to see," Dumbledore greeted him, " Oh, please forgive me for my rudeness, sit down," Dumbledore gestured at the seat opposite to him.
Cal took a seat and glanced over to Dumbledore, who had put his fingertips together and was staring out of the window dreamily.
After some hesitation, Cal dared to point out his presence, " Um.sir? What did you want to see me about?"
"Oh yes, of course," Dumbledore faced him with a smile, " though we have never come across a student to any other year apart from the first one, we still have to follow the same tradition."
He rose from his seat and walked over to a cupboard, on top of it was a very old and patched up hat. Dumbledore took it down, came around the table and put the hat on it.
When Dumbledore took his seat he looked at Cal to see his reaction, his face was completely blank.
After a few minutes of complete silence the hat opened a hole under a patching, that served as his mouth and started to sing:
"Tough decision, I can see
only one year you have left to be.
Now put you head under me,
And let decide your destiny!
For all I always choose it wize,
Up to me your future his.
Slytherin or Gryffindor,
Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.
To be great or brave you can,
Are your friendship wits or man?
Now put your head under me,
And let decide you destiny!
The hat finished his song and Dumbledore gave an applause. The hat bowed, as much as a hat could and then stood motionless once again.
Dumbledore rose up once more, and walked around the table until he stood next to Cal. He took the hat from the table and just for the effect, he called:
"Caligan Arcanus Fides," and chuckled to himself before placing the hat on top of Cal's head.
"Hmm," the sorting hat said, before yelling out, which was absolutely unnecessary, "SLYTHERIN."
"Professor Dumbledore?" Cal opened the door and stepped in.
"Ah, yes, Caligan, some in, just the man I wished to see," Dumbledore greeted him, " Oh, please forgive me for my rudeness, sit down," Dumbledore gestured at the seat opposite to him.
Cal took a seat and glanced over to Dumbledore, who had put his fingertips together and was staring out of the window dreamily.
After some hesitation, Cal dared to point out his presence, " Um.sir? What did you want to see me about?"
"Oh yes, of course," Dumbledore faced him with a smile, " though we have never come across a student to any other year apart from the first one, we still have to follow the same tradition."
He rose from his seat and walked over to a cupboard, on top of it was a very old and patched up hat. Dumbledore took it down, came around the table and put the hat on it.
When Dumbledore took his seat he looked at Cal to see his reaction, his face was completely blank.
After a few minutes of complete silence the hat opened a hole under a patching, that served as his mouth and started to sing:
"Tough decision, I can see
only one year you have left to be.
Now put you head under me,
And let decide your destiny!
For all I always choose it wize,
Up to me your future his.
Slytherin or Gryffindor,
Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.
To be great or brave you can,
Are your friendship wits or man?
Now put your head under me,
And let decide you destiny!
The hat finished his song and Dumbledore gave an applause. The hat bowed, as much as a hat could and then stood motionless once again.
Dumbledore rose up once more, and walked around the table until he stood next to Cal. He took the hat from the table and just for the effect, he called:
"Caligan Arcanus Fides," and chuckled to himself before placing the hat on top of Cal's head.
"Hmm," the sorting hat said, before yelling out, which was absolutely unnecessary, "SLYTHERIN."