"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 Cap,
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 Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil
Or get in wise old Ravenclaw
If you have a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their kind
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friend
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 old leather hat finished the song, and quietly stiffened back to the non animate object we all for took it as. I was honestly really scared because if I didn't make Slytherin my brother would kill me ,literally. Professor McGonagall started reading off names in alphabetical order eventually she got to "Black Sirius!" the hat was quiet for a moment until it screamed in a really deep voice(for a hat of course) "Gryffindor!" I skillfully hid my smirk as he ran over to the table decorated in red and gold. While the rest of the houses were quiet. Until the Slytherin house broke out into angry yells.
"Blood traitor"
"You've done it now"
"Disgrace"
At this point, I almost felt bad for him, but I won't do anything about it because I can't.
"Cyra Riddle!" the hat suddenly screamed and everyone silenced. Hushed whispers broke out about my last name so I turn around and screamed, "Marrows, my last name is Marrows!" After I yelled at the entire school, I turned around and made my way to the stool on which the hat sat.
I sat on the stool, and slid n the hat. (italics is the hat, bold is Cyra.)
Well, well, well what do we have here?
That my dear friend is a common villain line, please tell me why you speak with muggle references.
I like you, but I know your dear brother won't be happy about this!
A/N
sorry bout the short chapter but comment what house you think she'll end up in!!

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