SoftGalaxy
Got that BSD mental illness
With Chase being the last of the C surnames the D’s came next. There definitely weren’t many first years with last names starting with D, as the first was a boy who was sorted into Hufflepuff, and then... “Dyer, Nikolina.” The headmistress called.
All eyes in the hall were staring holes through her. She felt like she would turn into a puddle of sludge on the floor then and there. But with an air of Faux confidence she held her head high and sashayed up to the stool. Sitting on it silently.
The large hat, that smelled quite musty and well... bad, was plopped into her messy hair. It sprung to life on her head and she could hear its gravely voice very clearly.
“Ahhh...” it began. “A long time since I’ve sorted a Dyer into their house. A long line a talented Slytherins. But... your Muggleborn mother was a Ravenclaw...” it began to think, tutting away.
“You possess the ability to work well in both Ravenclaw and Slytherin. But there’s more to you eh, Young Dyer? Yes... a since of pride and a thrist for competition, yet you seem insecure deep down. I know...” it paused for dramatic affect.
“Gryffindor!” It bellowed loudly. A weight felt like it was lifted off her shoulders, that bundle of knots in her stomach untangling. Her face, which she hadn’t realized was quite serious broke into a smile as she hopped up from the stool and made her way to the very rowdy and screaming Gryffindor table. Sitting down in the free spot next to Chase.
All eyes in the hall were staring holes through her. She felt like she would turn into a puddle of sludge on the floor then and there. But with an air of Faux confidence she held her head high and sashayed up to the stool. Sitting on it silently.
The large hat, that smelled quite musty and well... bad, was plopped into her messy hair. It sprung to life on her head and she could hear its gravely voice very clearly.
“Ahhh...” it began. “A long time since I’ve sorted a Dyer into their house. A long line a talented Slytherins. But... your Muggleborn mother was a Ravenclaw...” it began to think, tutting away.
“You possess the ability to work well in both Ravenclaw and Slytherin. But there’s more to you eh, Young Dyer? Yes... a since of pride and a thrist for competition, yet you seem insecure deep down. I know...” it paused for dramatic affect.
“Gryffindor!” It bellowed loudly. A weight felt like it was lifted off her shoulders, that bundle of knots in her stomach untangling. Her face, which she hadn’t realized was quite serious broke into a smile as she hopped up from the stool and made her way to the very rowdy and screaming Gryffindor table. Sitting down in the free spot next to Chase.