"Don't worry," a boy says, running up to me "She's just being a stupid Gryffindor come join us." I breathe a sigh of relief as the rest of my class filters in, likewater throw a cone, and I smile, getting to my feet as we are beckoned to a tattered old hat.
"Mia Potter," the man says, with a snowy white beard and matching hair.
Gulping nervously, I make my way to the hat, repulsed by its ancientness. It's placed on a large round table made entirely of black marble. "Hi there," the hat says as I jump in fright .
"Aaaargh!" I yell. "who are you?"
"I'm the sorting hat, obviously. How do you do?"
"Okay, thanks. Um, why are you speaking"
"It's what I do. Now let's see, an eager mind, cunning, ambitious. How about ... Slytherin!"
"Sure," I say joining the table. "Hi"
They look nice. I can't wait to meet everyone!