I am so, so sorry. Not only for the delay, but for the sheer shortness and stupidity of this chapter. I credit Siveler for this idea, and I also apologize to you for making it idiotic as it is. I am also begging for ideas, because I am stricken by severe writer's block. I will credit you.
Nymphadora Tonks
"Tonks, Nymphadora!"
The Hat watched, somewhat amused, at the girl, stumbling up the hall with a placid grin on her face. She waved gaily at someone sitting at the Gryffindor table. The Hat recognized him as twelve year old Charlie Weasley, then took the hat from McGonagall and lay the hat on her head, smiling.
That's my friend, Charlie Weasley!
I know, Sorted him last year.
Was he difficult to Sort, Charlie? He told me that you yelled at him for being smart and cunning and brave and just at the same time, and you threatened to put him in Slytherin as punishment.
And I thought I could trust him..
What's that?
Er, nothing at all. So. I can't read you much..
Can't I just choose?
No!
Darn! Please?
No.
Please?
No.
Please?
No.
PLEASE?
What stupid House do you want to be in for God's sake?
Erm..Ravenclaw, I s'pose..
Dya know what? You seem very kind, which is a sign of justness and are extremely persistent,which is a sign of hard working, which is a sign of..Hufflepuff!
Oh, all right..
"HUFFLEPUFF!"