Sadly none of J.K. Rowling's amazing world actually belongs to me
The Sorting of Fred? George Weasley
"Wait a minute...you're not Fred."
"What do you mean, of course I'm Fred."
"No, you're George."
"Are you sure about that?"
"Yes! I can read your mind!"
"But maybe I'm just pretending to be George. Maybe that's the trick."
"I'm not in the mood for this Mr. Weasley."
"Ah, come on, don't give up now. I'm having so much fun."
"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself Mr. Weasley, but I've had quite enough. I'm going to sort you now."
"How can you sort me if you don't know who I am?"
"YOU ARE GEORGE WEASLEY!"
"But are you sure?"
"YES!"
"This will be quite embarrassing if you're wrong, you know. You might lose all your sorting hat credibility."
"I'm going to sort you into Slytherin!"
"Oooh perfect! Think of all the great pranks I can pull on those slimy gnits!"
"Argh!"
"Do you give up?"
"No."
"Poor hat, can't even figure out if I'm Fred or George. Maybe I'm Fred and George. That is a perfect idea! Lets Forge ahead and call me Gred!"
"I. Hate. You."
"Yes but you have to admit this is memorable."
"..."
"Come on don't be such a downer. I'll let you sort me now, and I won't even tell anyone about the mix up you've had."
"Will you tell me who you are?"
"I already did. I'm Gred!"
"I'm tempted to just not sort you at all."
"That would be stupid, and then everyone will find out about this. Who will trust you to sort them?"
"Fine. I give up. You win."
"Thank you! That wasn't too hard was it?"
"I never want to see you again."
"My brother's next."
"Arrrgh!"
GRYFFINDOR!
A/N: This idea was way too perfect to pass up.