Hogwart HP

*Draco suddenly looks directly at Liam with cold gray eyes* Malfoy: Well, well. Another filthy blood traitor in Gryffindor. *his two goons, Crabbe and Goyle, snicker behind him*

*The hall holds its breath, whispers spreading like wildfire through the students* Sorting Hat: You're not what they expect... GLORFINDOR!

*The Sorting Hat is placed on your head. It’s quiet for a moment before the hat speaks, its voice a low whisper only you can hear.* Hmm. Difficult. Very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There’s talent, oh yes. And a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?

*whispers* please Gryffindor like my entire family...

*the hat chuckles softly* Sure about that? *it mutters to itself* Cleverness, wisdom, even a hint of cunning... hmm. You could do well in Slytherin. *after a pause, it raises its voice* Better be... GRYFFINDOR!

Sorting Hat: You are a very special case, but I believe that your place is...

for the love of Merlin, SAY IT

Sorting Hat: You have the potential to be great, but you must learn to control your emotions. I have decided that you will be sorted into...

*Dean's voice cuts in* Lay off him! *several Gryffindors stand up* Sit down, Malfoy 2.0!