A magic spell (Harry potter and the Philosopher stone)

A tatty brown hat

I'm so annoyed with my self for not updating this sooner and I am so sorry I cannot put into words how sorry I am.
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I have been working super hard on this and I just want to bring to your attention that on the 11th of February it is Harry Potter book night!!! Yayyyyyyyyyyyy!!!
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We all enter the great hall where the rest of the school were already seated.
The candles floating in mid-air were breathtaking. Yet the ceiling made stop breathing and stop walking altogether. It seems that the hall didn't have a ceiling at all it might as well just open up to the universe itself. In the great hall
itself there were four long tables.
We stop in front of the teachers table and Professor McGonagall places a small wooden stool on the ground and in one hand holds a role of parchment and the other a tatty brown hat.
Everyone was staring at the frayed and filthy hat. The silence seemed take hours. A rip in the hat opens like a mouth and began to sing. "Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge me on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can find a smarter hat than me. You keep your bowlers black, Your top hats sleek and tall, for I'm the Hogwarts sorting hat. And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head the sorting hat can't see, so try me on and I will tell you where you ought to be.
You might be in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave at 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're a ready mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find there kind.
Or perhaps in Slytherine you'll make your real 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!"
The hat became silent again and then sits there , lifeless yet again.
Professor McGonagall steps forward with a rather long roll of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit down on the stool to be sorted." The long roll of parchment was opened and the first name The Professor read out was. "Abbot Hannah!" A small girl with blond pigtails rushed forward, red faced. "Huffelpuff!" The hat has sorted the first first year for Hogwarts this year. "Bones Susan."   "Huffelpuff."   "Webb Greg."   "Huffelpuff." I smile, knowing how nice and loyal Greg was. It went on "Huffelpuff." "Ravenclaw." "Black Louie." "Slytherin." He was all smile and I grin at him as he sits himself down. It goes on. "Granger Herminone." "Gryfinndor." Ron's annoyance was obvious. "Harry potter." The silence seemed to echo through the great hall. "Gryfinndor." The table to my left erupts into cheers. It goes on. On. On. On. On. "Terry boots." "Ravenclaw." "Cho Chang." "Ravenclaw." "Neville long-bottom." "Gryfinndor."  I will not lie to you, I'm beginning to fall asleep. "Ron Weasley." Well I'm definitely awake now. "Another Weasely I know just what to do with you. Gryfinndor."  I clap with the Gryfinndor table. That beautiful ginger looks at me as he takes he's seat. He's eyes pleading me to be in the same house. All I can do is smile.  Wishing. Hoping.
"Vivienne Middleton." Oh god that's my name.... Hell yes it's my name. Let's get sorted.