It was raining still as the first years walked into the Great Hall. The celing was bewitched, and the sky was dark and cloudy with sudden flashes of lighning, with a crack of thunder in the background. Sofia walked in with Rose at her side, and at least a couple feet of distance all around her as students swerved to get away from her. Sofia had been lost in thought, dreaming, of what it could be like. She snapped back to attention as Rose grabbed her wrist.

"-Oh Sofia, Look! Look at the celing! And oh, the dishware! And! Oh, Oh, That podium, and the throne over there. Do you see it?" she looked around eagarly, as Sofia pried her wrist from Roses' insanley strong grip. Rose didn't seem to notice though. after a while, Sofia stopped in the middle of the walkway, seeing an old and quite frail looking witch stand up. at the very instant, everyone in the great hall closed their mouths. the talking had died fairly quickly, and the only noise was the sound of the thunder, and the rain pattering the roof overhead. The women gazed upon the sea of students before smiling, and saying to everyone as if they were close friends.

"Welcome, new and old. Welcome, to yet another year of Hogwarts!" The crowd of students clapped and whistled wildly, as soon as she finished the sentance. "To all of the new students, I am your Headmaster. You may call me Proffessor Mcgonagall, or Headmaster Mcgonagall. This, is Proffessor Neville Longbottom, he shall be your Herbology teacher. Proffessor Longbottom, won't you bring forth the Sorting Hat?" She clapped her hands twice and a tall man with dirt a coverd apron, and messy black hair, rushed forward. He was carrying a dusty old hat and a wodden stool. He placed the hat on the stool and made a tiny bow before taking a seat at the long table behind the women wich was packed with other teachers. The old woman raised scroll into the air, and called out to everyone once again, louder this time.

"I am going to read off a list of names, and you shall come up to the stool and take a seat, while the sorting hat does it's deed. Now, to start the ceremony we have, Scorpius Malfoy!" as she said that, a thin and pale boy stepped forward. He had white-blonde hair, and a bored look o his face. He sat on the stool, after brushing it off, and the hat hadn't even touched his head before it called out.

"SLYTHERIN!" the folds in it unfolded to form a mouth, and it's voice was a gruff harsh male voice. It boomed the word, filling the whole hall with it's call. The list seemed to go on and on, and after Rose had gone and gotten sorted into Gryffindor, SSofia knew she had to be in that house too. Soon it cam down to 5 kids. then 4, hten three, and now just Sofia. she stood awkwardly to the side, awating her sorting. Headmaster Mcgonagall looked at the name, and saw her eyes widen for the slightest of seconds. before stuttering her name.

"S-Sofia Riddle!" She called out. Sofia stepped forward and sat down, looking at her shoes. Before she knew it, the hat had been placed on her head, and was covering her eyes. but not before she could see the color drain from some of the older kids, and some of the kids' eyes' widen at the sound of her name. The hat coverd her eyes, and all she was left clinging onto was a small voice in the back of her head, chanting Please be good, Please be good... over and over again.

So you want it to be good, huh? came the same gruff voice that she had heard from the hat before.

Who- what- Are-are you the... sorting hat?

Who I am, is not the matter, but who you are.  He whisperd. His words rang in her head for a second. Ambitous, and smart. But soft and kind. Determinde... Very diterminde. Better be...

"SLYTHERIN!"