This took me an embarrassingly long time to write, but here it is; the sorting! Enjoy ;)

Hermes' POV

It's been three days. Three days of wondering what she's doing, how she's doing, whether she's thinking of me too.
I hate it.

Sure, you might say, "Hermes, what are you talking about, this is great, you might have found the love of your life, yadi-yadi-yada…"

Well, I'll let you know that no, it is not great. Sure, that little girl was very entertaining and she has a very unique personality, but she's a wizard, by the gods. Hecate's pet, and I am not in the mood to get in yet another fight with Hecate. The time I stole all her owls to facilitate my duties as messenger taught me that you do not mess with the goddess of magic and just get away with it.

So now I just have to get Cassandra out of my head.

Easy schmeazy.

Cassandra's POV

I'm not proud to admit that there might be a few drops of sweat dripping down my back. Ok, it's more like a river…
This is not normal, I have always been able to control my emotions, even that time Filch dropped his stupid cat off a moving staircase. I could have laughed, in fact everyone else did, but it was a matter of pride.
So I simply don't understand what is making me lose control now.
I guess that everyone makes mistakes. Yes, wizards watch Disney Channel. Get over it.

So here I am, walking down the aisle and about to witness the most important turning point in my life for at least the next few years, sweating like a pig.

Soon, we're all gathered at the end of the Great Hall, twitching with excitement and nervousness as Albus delivers his welcome back speech and announcing some new rules. As soon as he steps away from the podium, a stool is brought to the center and Minnie goes to stand beside it with a long piece of parchment in her hands. I've seen this ceremony performed so many times I know the procedure by memory, but somehow my mind just goes blank.

My eyes are glued to that hat, the one that gets to decide my future. Wonder who's the idiot who came up with that one.

Minnie immediately starts calling names and I let my mind wander, knowing that I will be among the last to be sorted. When she finally reaches the letter 's' I start to panic. This is it. My sorting.

"Cassandra Sol," she says, and I can hear the pride in her voice. I glance towards my mother briefly and I see her beaming at me, just like the rest of the Hogwarts faculty.

Now I'm ready.

I walk up to the stool, sit down, and feel the unfamiliar weight of the hat dig into my scalp.

Well, well. Aren't you quite the half-blood?
What? You must be mistaken, both my mother and father are wizards. I mean, my dad was a wizard.

A brief pause follows, and I'm about to hyperventilate when the hat starts talking again.

Ah, yes, my mistake.
He absolutely does not sound like he means that. Then again, he is a hat.
So, where should we put you?
I thought that was your job. You know, to sort me into a house? Since you're the sorting hat?
A sassy one. Would you look at that. Slytherin could be a decent fit, then
. I told you, your choice.
But your brain is worthy of a Ravenclaw, and your heart is large enough for Hufflepuff. And I would see no problem with having you put into Gryffindor. Well, now, it would seem we have a rather difficult choice to make…
There is no "we" about this. It's you. Your choice.
It's not often that I get someone as uninterested in their future as you. Alright, I will do my best then. Without your input.
There was silence for about a minute. A terribly awkward minute.
Then, the hat took a breath-yes, weird, I know-and shouted at the top of its lungs

"GRYFFINDOR!"

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~Vision155