As McGonagoll told us the sorting would take place soon I pulled out my wand and conjured up a brush ( much to everyone's surprise) and combed out my hair. When my name was called I walked up to the Sorting Hat and pulled it on my head. I heard it tell me(?) that I had the smart's of a Ravenclaw but the determination and courage of a Gryffindor. I thought to myself that I would be happy in Gryffindor. The Sorting Hat called out Gryffindor and as I walked to the table full of cheering Gryffindors I knew how proud my dad would be. On the insides my stomach was wracked with guilt as I knew I had not been rightfully sorted. I had performed a tricky jinx on the hat to sort me into Gryffindor all because I was too afraid of upsetting my family legacy. I vowed to be the smartest Gryffindor. So far I think it is coming along nicely.