"Flitwick, Filius!"
Well, here goes nothing. The short boy took small, nervous steps toward the stool, hoping never to arrive.
"Well," Filius murmured under his breath as the Hat was placed atop his head. "That rules out Gryffindor, doesn't it?"
To his astonishment, a rough voice came in reply. It was the Sorting Hat. "I was thinking so, too. So, there are three left. And where shall you go?"
The boy held his breath.
The Hat said at last, "if it's not going to Gryffindor, then it ought to be… RAVENCLAW!"
Filius Flitwick finally exhaled. He would be wonderful there.
AN: It's been a while, hasn't it? Well, I'm back now. If you'd like to recommend any Ravenclaws for me to write, feel free. Two more until this story's marked complete. Have a good day, week, summer, etc.