The Sword and the Wand

Lions and Badgers and Snakes, Oh My!

Heya!  This up above is my newest sketch!😜 It took me a while, but I an pretty content with how it turned out. Peace out! ~Izzy

I was standing in the hall, waiting for McGonagall to say my name, so that the 'magical hat of destiny' or whatever could tell me if I would be with the lions or snakes, or something along those lines. The little, tiny eleven year olds had all just filed past me, and I thinks I might have scared them. Whoops.
  I hear clapping, and sigh. I pick at my new robes, and eventually get fed up.
  I peeled the garment off to reveal my jeans and black hoodie. Oh yippee, I've become Nico. I run my fingers through my untamable hair one last time, and McGonagall calls my name. The large oak doors are shut tight, so I just give them a little heave, and feel them give way.
   Stepping into the Great Hall, I feel everyone draw back. I let my aura run wild, feeling the rush of power stir the blood in my veins. I let my intense pain and sadness radiate off of me like a force field. There are nervous looks being shot at me, and I smirk dangerously, my eyes flashing. Walking up to the podium, I hear whispers of gossip, already making its way through the students.
   I ascend the steps to the podium gracefully and silently, and step over to where the old sorting hat sat on a stool, just waiting for me to put it on my head. Professor McGonagall lifts up the hat, and I sit down. I feel the cool fabric of it land on my head, and brush against my forehead. Then, I hear a voice that almost makes me fall over.
"Well, well, well, what have we here? A demigod? How...novel."
Who are you?!?! My subconscious yelled. The voice was oily and took its time to speak, seemingly contemplating each word before it was said.
I'm the sorting hat. The voice stated. No more chit chat, I must sort you. You have a lot of potential for Hufflepuff, loyal till the end and extremely willing to help, but you also could belong in Ravenclaw. You aren't exactly book smart, but you have your fair share of brains, and are extremely street smart. Then again, the voice drawled, you could be very great if you were in Slytherin. They would make you powerful beyond belief. Although, your distaste for power has to rule that one out. Oh, well I guess that makes you the best candidate for Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. Well then...this is interesting. Seems like you've given up on loyalty. I suppose that makes you, "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted.
  I heard a few halfhearted claps, but was still too rattled from the voice to compute that no one was glad about my sorting. I just rose from my seat and walked to a table with a bunch of people in red and yellow sitting at it.
As I sat down, everyone edged away from me, but when the tables became heavy from food, I ignored them and dug in. Seven chicken legs and a salad later, the food vanished in favour of desserts. Grabbing a slice of cake, a Danish, and a cream puff, I proceeded to continue eating, much to the shock of my house members. "What?" I asked, "even I have to eat too." Everyone blushed pink in embarrassment, and averted their eyes.
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Hey, so if y'all are wondering, I would've made the sorting hat more interesting, but I doesn't look into your memories or anything, it just finds your defining quality, soooo yeah. Hope you enjoy! -Izzy