A/N: Ya'll guys are great, you know that? So much positive feedback…ahh! Not all feedback is in reviews, so the 'Alert' and 'Favorite' list guys and gals are great too! I'm still accepting suggestions and a special shoutout to MoonShoesPotter9 for this little tidbit which I shall call:
Part II: Luna Lovegood
The Sorting Hat sighed. Oh, if I were only younger…and human! The Hat gazed longingly at the dreamy eyed girl standing amongst the new students. While the others were anxiously shifting from foot to foot, muttering under their breath, and chewing the nails to little shreds, this girl held a calm demeanor and distant gazed. No muttering or shifting. No chewing. Just the ever so occasional glance at the magazine tucked under one arm. The Sorting Hat envied that magazine.
Professor McGonagall kept her hawkish presence beside the stool, calling the names of first years as enthusiastically as possible, which isn't saying much. "Lovegood, Luna."
Lovegood? As in the Quibbler? I love that magazine! Especially that newest issue with the article on Muggle illusions really being untapped magic! Gah, Lovegood's a genius! Excited to meet anyone who so much as read the Quibbler, much less lived with the editor and maybe even helped, the Sorting Hat leaned forward and gasped. It was her! The girl!
The Hat was hypnotized by her floating, airy steps and bottle corks swinging rhythmically from her ears. The Hat sighed…well as much as a hat can sigh. Luna seated herself gracefully on the stool and at first the Hat thought he was giggling madly until he realized it was coming from the other students.
How dare they! The Sorting Hat thought incredulously. She's a goddess among insects! Hell, even better! She's a Lovegood! Admittedly, the Hat was a little bias. And irrevocably in love. If a heart had been sewn somewhere in the patches and frays, the Hat knew it was fluttering like mad. They better not hurt you! But looking down at the stool's, and the Hat's heart's, occupant, It saw no sign of recognition. Just the dreamiest smile It'd ever….Yeah, I'm whipped. Completely sprung. If I had knees, I'd be on 'em. Sad but true. But she's sooo… I don't know! And the Quibbler! Beautiful and brilliant! Just like you, my sweet…
Then the Sorting Hat had a stroke of inspiration. All these kids laughing, in It's opinion, were idiots. Idiots who will eventually need help, you know schoolwork and such. Except one house who all the other house's asked for intelligent help. Well, unless you're that brainiac, OCD girl I put in Gryffindor earlier. Besides her, everyone will come crawling back to the feet of one house. So what better feet it crawl to than my sweet's? Plus, maybe putting her there will clear some bad publicity from the Quibbler…It's okay, my dear. Soon, there will be lipstick SWAK's (sealed with a kiss) on the toes of your shoes from those who need you. But I need you more than all of them. Let them grovel but please come back to me. I'm doing this for you…
"RAVENCLAW!"
A/N: Aww, the Hat's gotta little but of a crush. Thanks for reading and remember, reviews and suggestions are always welcome.
-Maybe