All of a sudden, the whispers seem to drown Ana, roaring in her ears as she walks up between the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables to the stool. The raggedy Sorting Hat is in McGonagall's hands, its stare piercing into her very being.
She stops slowly in front of the chair a take a deep breath, catching snippets of conversations.
"Black…?"
"…could it be…?"
"Sirius Blacks' daughter?"
"I didn't know he had any family."
"…bastard child…"
Ana rolls her eyes at that, Hecate hissing softly in her ear at the comments from the crowd. Ana will have to talk to her about it later. Rolling her shoulders back to relieve some tension before she perches herself on the stool, her eyes roaming over the crowds in front of her. They land on the Gryffindor table, connecting with a pair of confused emerald eyes. Ana smiles a little at the familiar eyes, cutting the connection and choosing to look straight forward as Ana feel the rustle of the Hat upon her head.
"Ahh, how interesting… very interesting… Ms. Black." The hall is a dead silence once again as everyone tries to listen to the Hat. Ana feels her memories wash over her as he goes through them, a flow of emotions overcoming her.
"What can I say, I've led a very interesting life." The Hat chuckles on her head, knowing that she gave just enough to make the student body confused and even more interested.
He hums as he reaches to the more recent memories she has, "A sad yet interesting life, such turmoil for a child… Although one would think that with such turmoil you are no longer a child…"
She feels a gaze piercing her back intensify, whether it be with curiosity or something else Ana is not sure, but she makes sure to store the knowledge away for later.
In that moment, a whisper flows through her, "So, young demigod, where shall we place you?"
Ana thinks about her mission, her goal, where she wanted to be by the end of the year.
"Better be… HUFFLEPUFF!"
All the tables seem to be struck silent, some of them showing relief at not having the mass murderer's daughter among them, while others, like Slytherin, seem disappointed at not having her there. Disappointed, and yet, haughtily looking down their noses at her before turning their backs to her.
Eventually, the Hufflepuff table beings clapping, once again taking in someone unwanted into their arms. Ana sees the clapping had started with the older students, and although they clap, their faces show confusion and suspicion.
Clearing her throat, Ana reaches up to pull the Hat off her head, but she gets interrupted by it speaking, "Ms. Black, you may have wanted Slytherin, but I think you'll find that your plans can be better accomplished elsewhere." She can almost hear the smirk on its wrinkled face, "Besides, a true Slytherin would use this to their advantage, hiding in the shadows." She's tempted to smile, albeit with some confusion as her mind races to rethink plans.
She finally removes the Hat, gently giving it back to Professor McGonagall, who looks at her with trepidation in her eyes. She sees the line of faculty and staff sitting at the grand table looking down at her, a mixture of confusion, hate, and wonder on their faces. Eventually, she rolls her shoulders back and walks confidently down to the Hufflepuff table, feeling the magic wrap around her and change her robes to match the others – black and yellow.
Some of the students had made space for her, they looked close to her age, so it made sense, she supposes. She quickly loses herself in her thoughts, anxiety creeping through her. Ana feels Hecate bump against her neck softly, bringing her back down to Earth. Nodding gently, Ana sends her thanks, focusing on the headmaster just in time to hear, "…Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!"
The only thing running through Ana's mind? What the fuck.
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added a little something something
still short tho
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