uh , can i just stay for the food?
"Awesome," Leo grins. "I call going first!"
Before any of us can protest, he plops down on the stool and shoves the Sorting Hat onto his head.
For a few seconds, nothing happens. Then the hat speaks. "Ah, a clever mind, quick with your hands, and a knack for mischief... You would do well in either Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. But your heart seeks knowledge above all. Better be—RAVENCLAW!"
The table on the far left erupts into cheers as Leo struts over like he owns the place.
Piper is next. She hesitates before sitting down, adjusting the hat nervously.
"Hmm," the hat muses. "A natural leader, persuasive, and resourceful. Slytherin could help you achieve great things... Yes, you shall go far. Better be—SLYTHERIN!"
She blinks in surprise but then smirks, striding over to the Slytherin table like she planned it all along.
Nico steps up, and the hat barely touches his head before it shouts, "SLYTHERIN!"
That was the fastest decision ever made.
He shrugs, completely unfazed, and stalks off to his new House, where a few students look like they want to crawl under the table.
Annabeth is next. The hat hums thoughtfully. "Wise, ambitious, a thirst for knowledge. You could do well in any House, but you value strategy and cunning most of all. Better be—SLYTHERIN!"
Annabeth looks smug and takes her seat at the Slytherin table, right next to a very pleased-looking Piper.
Then it’s my turn.
I sigh and sit on the stool. The hat slips over my eyes, and suddenly, a voice speaks in my head.
"Ah, interesting. Very interesting. A hero's heart, brave and bold. But also loyalty, a willingness to protect those you love, even at great cost. You have wisdom, but patience is not your strong suit."
"Yeah, yeah, so where do I go?" I ask, already over it.
The hat chuckles. "Impatient indeed. Very well—better be—GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table cheers as I join them, waving at Leo, who gives me a thumbs-up.
As we settle in, Dumbledore rises to his feet. "Now that our guests have been sorted, let us enjoy our feast!"
And just like that, food magically appears on the tables. My mouth nearly drops. "Okay, I might actually like this place."
Annabeth chuckles from the Slytherin table though i can barley hear her over the noise. "Try not to eat everything, Seaweed Brain."
"No promises," I mumble through a mouthful of roast beef.
As I dig in, i notice a guy with round circular glasses and black hair watching me curiously from a few seats down. We lock eyes, and for a brief second, something strange passes between us—like he knows exactly what it’s like to be thrown into a world you don’t fully understand.