Headmistress McGonagall marches all the 1st years into the great hall. I gaze in awe at the humongous pillars and long benches. And there, seated majestically on a petite three legged stool was... the sorting hat... Professor McGonagall unrolled an ageing scroll of parchment and began to call out names. I waited breathlessly for my own.
" Hazel Beldragon?" I perch on the stool - heart pounding- gasping with excitment...
" Hmmmm, you would do well in Hufflepuff. But... something tells me that maybe... Ravenclaw!" The hat announces. I skip to the table in rhythm of my fellow Ravenclaws cheering wildly. Yes, my dream has come true!