"You don't get to choose?" Maya takes a step closer to Riley. "No. Well, not flat out. The hat, it finds what we value and what kind of person we truly are." Maya's eyes carelessly run over Riley's face. The way she talks and carries herself, doesn't match to her height. She does it in a small humble manner, she might as well be 4 ft. "And," Maya's eyes glaze over and her voice drops the slightest, "what kind of person are you?" Brown eyes lock with blue, neither knowing the vulnerability those words can bring. ~~~~~~~ Or the au where Maya is pretty sure she can win the Triwizard Tournament and Riley is pretty sure the blonde means more to her than expected.