It sounds like Kagome is in mathematics class at the moment. It isn't too useful to listen in on these lessons so my mind tends to wander during these times. Arithmetic was how long ago for me? All I remember is that I started in my first year and sped through it with flying colors, as expected.

My first year at Hogwarts...Now that was something. As much as I hated Professor Dumbledore, I do thank him for taking me from that horrid muggle orphanage and introducing me to my birthright.

I knew it from even before primary school that I was special. I was better than everyone else. When I arrived at Hogwarts, I thought I had found my true peers, but I soon discovered I was above them too. It all started with a song. Well, a poor excuse for a song. I remember the words still. So simple it was to recall the day those massive doors opened up into the Great Hall and I was herded in with other jittery first years.

Headmaster Dipwit. Oh, I shouldn't call him so. Headmaster Dippit, fine, trusting man he was, stood proud at the front holding a ratty, mud colored hat by its point. The thing looked like it would disintegrate and I had guessed he was going to set it on fire with some flashy spell as a show for us impressionable new students. Instead, the hat served a much more fantastic purpose that had me wide-eyed and curious.

It talked. Not only did it talk, it sang. To think, after all I had witnessed so far (levitation, fire casting, talking to snakes, a train station behind a wall), that a singing hat had me smiling from ear to ear and my fingers twitching with excitement. Maybe because that hat would finally tell me where I belonged.

"Little witches and wizards
stepping into the hall,
Wide eyed at the vastness of it all.

I'm sure you've heard by now
that you'll be sorted into groups.
I'm here to help you out with that
Soon you'll be playing in your troupes.

How do I choose you ask.
Well I'm smarter than I look.
Old Gryffindor took me from his head
and the founders,
an enchantment they undertook.

If valiant, bold, and audacious you are,
then you'd be a fine Gryffindor by far.
If patience, diligence, and justice lie within,
Helga Hufflepuff would have made you kin.

Perhaps in that head of yours
I read a thirst for knowledge and wit.
Ravenclaw will have you brainy friends
to which you'll be closely knit.

Shrewd Salazar valued blood of purity.
And if you aim for achievement and power,
in Slytherin you'll find it.
You'll realize it this hour.

So step on up
and place me on your head.
Do not fret as I am never wrong.
In time house colors you will have bled
and an exciting path you will certainly tread."

My name was called and as soon as that very possibly lice-infested headpiece touched a hair on my head, it yelled out my destiny. "SLYTHERIN!" It boomed for all the hall to hear. I fixed my hair and shuffled over to the table of green and silver.

What made me a Slytherin? I asked myself as proud people clapped me on the back and welcomed me into their fold. The hat told me the bare basics. It had me curious, and as I researched more, the Slytherin fold became MY fold.

I am shaken out of my thoughts as the desk at which the backpack housing me hung shook. I heard the screech of a chair sliding back at the same time and Kagome shout out something to the professor. She's being scolded at the moment. Ne-ma-shi-ta? Neru? To sleep? Maybe Kagome had fallen asleep. Stupid girl. Baka? Is that right? Maybe. Baka Kagome.

The professor had questioned the sleeping girl and she had shouted "HAT!" of all things. And in English. This was a mathematics lesson. If she must shout random guesses, she could have at least shouted a number. The answer is 28, by the way, dear Kagome.

"Ni jyu hachi." 28 in Japanese, I heard the professor sigh out. See, Kagome. I was right and I didn't even need to see the problem. I could have told you the answer. Until that time comes my dear baka Kagome.

A/n: I haven't written anything that rhymed since grade school and that was a long while ago. Spent like half an hour on that Sorting Hat song and I don't like the last two verses but gave up. I could have just used the real Sorting Hat songs but even though each song says basically the same thing, they are all still worded differently. So I had to make up a semi new one.
If you can't already determine, Kagome was having a dream of Tom's sorting while in math class. I usually don't like to tell people what I'm going for and like to have people figure it out themselves, but I'm not satisfied with this chapter and the writing so I'm just going to tell you what happened.