I fidgeted on the stool for a second, and the witch placed the raggedy old hat on my head.

So... a demigod.

I froze. All my fidgeting stopped.

How do I know? I can feel Hecate's blood in your veins.

I could feel my blood draining out of my face. I couldn't risk this getting out.

Don't worry, I'm not going to tell anyone, I swear it on the river Styx.

Thunder rumbled throughout the great hall.

You, my friend, are looking for a house where you can be inconspicuous. Correct? One where your personality won't be questioned? One where there's a wide assortment of people?

I thought, yes, that's exactly what I want.

Sounds like you suited for one house, and one house alone.

I sat there, waiting for the hat's final verdict to be reached.

Hufflepuff!

Wait...

The witch took the hat off my head and I walked over to the house that was waving me over.

Hufflepuff? I had nothing against my house, but I always thought I would stand out in that house, so it never really occurred to me.

I sat down next to the last person who had been sorted.

This was... surprising, to say the least. But the more that I thought about it, the more the Sorting Hat's decision made sense.

This was the perfect house for someone like me.