Mischief Managed Mayhem

Chapter 7- The Sorting Ceremony!!!

A/N: J here and uh i wrote this in math class and lost the paper, so I'm basically re-writing it.
read the other chapter and just wanT to let you know they changed into their robes!

Jake POV-

We all get off the train and are met with the most breathtaking sight; a huge castle with a lake in the front. I notice a big tall giant standing in front of the lake, a lantern in his hand.

"Come first years your path's this way," he says in a loud booming voice ushering us forward onto a couple of boats. 

"Wanna share," I say, bumping shoulders with Chad. He nods in agreement as we make our way to the boats.

I grab a paddle and begin following the other first years. As we reach the castle we are taken to a room. The room had 4 large tables each sporting different colours, table one was red and gold, table two was blue and bronze, table three green and sliver, and four yellow and black. In the front there was another long table, different from the others. There sat the heads, the adults as they did the introductions, I let my eyes wander around the room.

I found Chad's brother sitting in Slytherin, I scowled I never liked that guy, something about that guy... was off. I'm bounced out of my thoughts as I lay my eyes on Harry Potter? I thought he was supposed to graduate a year ago? 

Just then a hat began to sing:

Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowler's black-

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave of heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true and unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your true friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!

After the cap's little course I started zoning out again, only to hear my name being called, "Miya, Jake". I make my way up and sit on the stool and the hat was placed on me, if you can even call this a hat.....

Its so crusty, musty and dusty. It had a hourse voice and couldn't even sing, overall, I couldn't wait to get this disgusting piece of fabric off me and take a nice long shower.