Chapter 12: The Sorting Hat

She leads everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall, where there are four long tables with thousands of students, as well as floating candles. The roof appears to be the sky.

Danielle: It's not real, the ceiling.

Faith: It's just bewitched to look like the night sky.

David: I read about it in Hogwarts:

Justin: A History.

[McGonagall leads the first-years to the front where the Sorting Hat lies on the stool.]

McGonagall: Will you wait along here, please? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.

[Dumbledore rises from the main table.]

Dumbledore: I have a few start of term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch [shows a ragged old man, called Mr. Argus Filch, with his cat with red eyes, called Mrs. Norris.] has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you.[He sits back down]

McGonagall: When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Justin Plunk.

Justin Plunk: [to himself] Oh, no. Okay, relax. [he goes up]

Christen: Mental that one, I'm telling you.

[Eva nods in agreement. Justin sits on the stool and McGonagall places the sorting hat on his head]

Sorting Hat: Ah, right then...hmm...right. Okay...Ravenclaw!

The students cheer; Justin jumps off with a smile.

McGonagall: David wu

David Goes up, and sits on the Stool. and McGonagall places the sorting hat on his head.

Sorting Hat: ah, very smart, excellent...hmm let me guess... okay... Ravenclaw!

The students cheer; David jumps off with smile, and sit next to Justin.

McGonagall: Faith Bizzel.

Faith Goes up and sits on the stool, McGonagall places the sorting hat on her head.

Sorting Hat: ah, very interesting...I know where I put in...Ravenclaw

The students cheer; Faith jumps off with a smile

Sorting Hat: ah, very kind, smart...let me guess..Ravenclaw!

The Students cheer; Danielle jumps off with a smile

McGonagall: Alhertina Gutierrez.

[Alhertina saunters up proudly. The tattered hat nearly freaks before touching down on Alhertina's head.]

Sorting Hat: SLYTHERIN!

[The students cheer, not as loudly]

Luis: There isn't a witch or wizard who went bad who wasn't in Slytherin.

McGonagall: Darren Taylor.

[A small, brown head goes up. Eva looks around and notices a black greasy haired, pale man, called, Severus Snape, giving her sinister looks. Her scar hurts.]

Eva: Ahh! [puts her hand on her forehead in pain]

Christen: [concerned] Eva, what is it?

Eva: Nothing... nothing, I'm fine.

Sorting Hat: Let's see...I know...Hufflepuff!

McGonagall: Luis Martinez.

[Luis gulps and walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.]

Sorting Hat: Ha! A Martinez. I know just what to do with you... Ravenclaw!

[The students cheer as Luis sighs in relief.]

McGonagall: Christen Young.

[Christen walks up. She sits down and the hat is put on.]

Sorting Hat: A Young. I know where I put you in..Ravenclaw.

[The students cheer as Christen sighs in relief.

McGonagall: Trevor Mangrum

[Trevor walks up. He sits down and the hat is put on.]

Sorting Hat: a Mangrum. I see, and I know what I am going put you in...Ravenclaw.

[The students cheer as Trevor sighs in relief.]

McGonagall: Eva Guerrero.

[Everything goes silent. Eva walks up and sits down on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on her head.]

Sorting Hat: Hmm...difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage I see, not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you?

Eva: [whispering to the hat] Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin.

Sorting Hat: Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness! There's no doubt about that. No?

Eva [still whispering] Not Slytherin...anything but Slytherin.

Sorting Hat: Well, if you're sure... better be... RAVENCLAW!

[There is an immense cheering and Eva goes to the Ravenclaw table.]

Emma and Abby: We got Guerrero! We got Guerrero!

[Eva sits down at the table. She looks at Dumbledore, who lifts up his goblet and slightly waves it, as if he was wishing congratulations.]