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I'm gonna get sorted.
How do they sort people anyway? Uncle Remus wouldn't tell me. :(
If it involves monkeys I'll set the room on fire. No excuses.
I stepped into the great hall with Ron Hermione and Harry. The first thing I noticed was this old hat on a stool. The next thing I saw was this old dude playing with his night cap...
I don't want to know.
I kind of zoned out until some old lady started snapping her fingers in my face.
"Huh?" I asked.
"Miss Black because you are older than the other new students it is required that you are sorted first." She explained quickly.
I nodded in response and walked up to the tri-stool and sat down. Some dirty cloth covered my vision and a raspy voice cried out, "GRYFFINDOR! There isn't a house better suited to handle this girl." The cloth was removed from my head revealing the lady's worried expression.
"Oh dear. Another Potter and Black. I may have to retire early." She sighed.
"Offence taken." I smiled as I walked over to the Gryffindor table. This year will be unforgettable.
I solemnly swear.
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The Messed up life of Sophia Black
FanfictionI do not own hp it is JK Rowling's and i am just writing this non-profit and for the enjoyment of myself and others.
