She lined up with the other first year students at the head of the teacher's table and waited. She wondered what this “Sorting” test was.
Silently, Professor McGonagall placed an old hat onto a stool. For some reason, all eyes were on it, and a moment later, she figured out why…
It burst into song.
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffis are true And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"
Integra was confused. What the bloody hell was this thing?
She sneered and glanced to Hermione.
“It i up to this piece of headwear to place us into a house? How absolutely preposterous!”
Professor McGonagall stepped forward holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted," she said. "Abbott, Hannah!"
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Integra leaned back and watched as the hat went about its business, taking special attention when it came to be Hermione’s turn.
“Granger, Hermione!"
“GRYFFINDOR!"
She smiled. She’d like to be in the same house as her friend if at all possible, but once again she waited until Malfoy came up.
She sneered as it exclaimed, “SLYTHERIN!"
She gagged. If at all possible she wanted to avoid him at all costs, but once again she zoned out at least until another name was called. One that she recognized, and one that attracted almost as much attention as her own.
“Potter, Harry.”
The boy sat down and the hat was placed on his head. After a few moments…
“GRYFFINDOR!"
She leaned back and waited. After a boy named Weasley, who was placed in Gryffindor, her named was called.
“Wingates-Fairbrooks…” McGonagall paused for a moment as if double checking what she was reading. She coughed and repeated, “Wingates-Fairbrooks-Hellsing, Integra.”
A hush overcame the entire student body, as well as many of the professors as she casually walked forward. Even Harry Potter had not received as much attention. Very well, she though to herself. If she could not be famous, then she would be infamous.
With as much compositor and pride as she project, she sat in the seat, as if she were a princess awaiting her coronation.
Slowly the hat was lowered on her head, and she heard its voice whispered into her ear.
“You’re a tough one to figure out aren’t you… you have loyalty in spades, more then enough for Hufflepuff, but you’re will is far to cold. While smart you’re not the intellectual enough for Ravenclaw… you defiantly have the ambition needed to do well in Slytherin…”
“Not Slytherin,” she hissed. She wanted NOTHING to do with Malfoy and his ilk.
“Do not worry, I was not going to place you there. In this day and age I don’t think Slytherin would survive you. That leaves only one option, and one which you have the requirements for in spades…”
“GRYFFINDOR!"
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