Ravenclaw

Chapter 8- Sorting

Tulips pov. 

Once we arrived, the train came to a slow stop. Brady and I got off and we here a loud voice calling" All first years come over here!" Both of us pushed our way to to the man. He was a tall thin man with thinning grey hairs and friendly blue eyes. 

 "Is this where we meet?" I ask the man. "You seem like a nice young lady!  What's your name?" He asks.

"Tulip Bellhorn," I say" What's yours?" 

"Well, you can call me Professor Binly, I will be taking all first years to to the castle on the boats! He starts yelling again. Once we are all in one big group, we get loaded into the boats. Two people get ores and paddle across a mirror like lake. We get there in about five minutes. We all form a line and walk into the large wooden doors. There were four tables, all had robes with a badge, or scarf with the colors of their house. 

All the first years are in a line at the front. A stool with a old looking hat sitting on top. Then it starts talking. 

"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 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 belong 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've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks 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)

I'm a thinking cap!

A young witch, in her early twenties, unrolls a scroll and reads the first name. 

"Ryan Anderson!" She yells. He walks up the the stool and picks up the hat and puts it in his head. A few seconds of silence. 

"GRYFFINDOR!"  It yells. 

A few more names, then," Tulip Bellhorn!" I'm nervous, what if I don't like my house? I slowly walk to the stool and place the old hat in my head. 

"Hmmmm, you love to read... Smart and clever.' It says in my head. 'I think...'

"RAVENCLAW!" The table on the far side of the room cheer. A grin appeared on my face. I set the hat down and run to an open spot. A few names later...

"Brady Finkler!" He seems nervous too. But just like everyone else he says the hat in his head. 

Right when it touched it yelled...

"RAVENCLAW!"