Keith stared nervously at the hat before sitting down.
This was it, wasn't it? The sorting hat. The big cablamie. This thing would decide what house he would be in for the next 7 years. Oh come one, a part of him said to himself. It's a freaking hat. He sighed and pulled the thing on his head. It fell right down over his eyes, and suddenly all he could see was blackness.
Well well well, what do we have here....a Nicholas? I remember sorting your father...
Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Gryffindor, Keith chanted to himself.
Oh stop that. Let's see here...ooooh, some abition, brains...quite clever actually. A nice dose of courage....
Score!
Lazy though, terribly lazy....not Hufflepuff material...
Double score!
Hmmmmmmm.....Slytherin perhaps? You might not fit in immedaitely, but given enough time.....
NO YOU STUPID HAT DON'T DO THAT!
You don't have to shout you know. Not Slytherin?
NOT SLYTHERIN!
You're sure now?
YES YOU STUPID PIECE OF CLOTH!
Very well then. Bette be.... "RAVENCLAW!"
Keith sat in silence for a moment.
Not Gryffindor.
Ravenclaw.
Great. Just great. He sighed and yanked off the hat, walking towards the cheering Ravenclaw table. Well, it could've been worse. I'm not in Slytherin, or....Hufflepuff. He thought to himself, shuddering. He took a seat and began shoveling food into his mouth.
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