"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."
"Liar."
"...I want to be liked?"
A sigh, and, "HUFFLEPUFF!"