"Now when I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," said the woman who the half-giant, whose name I had found out on the boat ride here was Hagird, had called Professor McGonagall. "Melody Pond."
A girl with curly, blonde hair that was very poufy, approached the Professor nervously. As she sat down and placed the hat on her head, every student in what the Professor had called the Great Hall, stared intently at her.
After a few moments of what I felt was awkward silence, the hat erupted with, "Slytherin!"
At the left hand side of the room, a table burst into loud cheers and Melody ran happily towards them and sat by a boy with white hair and an evil look.
"Scarlet Johansson."
A girl with hair as red as her name, approached the hat with aggressiveness like I've never seen before.
This time the hat took a bit longer and after what I think was a full two minutes, blurted out, "Gryffindor!"
A booming round of applause from the table next to Slytherin as Scarlet went to sit by a group of kids, all with bright red hair.
"Katniss Everdeen," Professor McGonagall called after the hall quieted.
The hat barely touched this girl's head before shouting out, "Gryffindor!"
More applause from the Gryffindor table as Professor McGonagall shouted above the noise, "Rosaline James!"
Everyone grew quiet as I approached the stool, covering my face as best as possible with my jet black hair. As I sat down, I stared at my hands, rather than look at my peers, as Professor McGonagall placed the hat on my head.
"Hm, interesting," a voice said, causing me to jump a bit. "Very interesting," it added thoughtfully. "Where to put you?"
"Good question," I answered quietly, not sure if the voice-which I assumed came from the hat-heard.
"You have many qualities for a fit in Gryffindor, as well as a suitable amount of humbleness for Hufflepuff. But there's intelligence too, and a slight disregard of the rules qualities of both Slytherin and Ravenclaw."
"Anything but Slytherin please," I mumbled, still not sure if the hat could hear me or not. "The boy there scares me," I added, now aware that the whole school could probably hear me talking to myself.
"Which boy?" the hat asked, a hint of curiosity in its voice.
I swallowed a bit with difficulty as I apparently had a lump in my throat from fear and answered as quietly as possible, "The one with white blonde hair."
"Well then, there is only one logical place to put you," the hat answered before becoming silent. And, after about another minute, the hat finally shouted, "Ravenclaw!"