"Put me in Hufflepuff."

"My dear," the hat sighed, "I don't think there's a house you fit in less than Hufflepuff."

"I'm hard-working!"

She could feel its disbelief.

"I'm kind?"

A scoff.

"...uh, I'm loyal!"

The hat paused, "well," he drawled, "you are that...but only to a select few. That's more Slytherin."

The girl scrunched her shoulders.

"Yes, cunning, ambition, self-preservation, you're practically the paragon of Slytherin virtue. It's a great house, you know, it could help you on your way to greatness."

"...I don't want to be great."


"...I want to be liked?"

A sigh, and, "HUFFLEPUFF!"