Post by MELANA KARINA DOBREVA on Jun 11, 2011 11:25:56 GMT
To a fifteen year old who was far too practical for her own good, a Sorting Ceremony seemed rather stupid. Melana didn't see why the Headmistress couldn't just interview her students and decide where they would fit best, rather than having all of this ridiculous pomp and ceremony with talking hats and other rubbish. She had no choice but to go along with it, though, and so she waited in line for her turn.
It wasn't much of a long wait, since she was under the fourth letter in the alphabet. After around ten minutes, the headmistress called her name, everyone in the room trying to pick her out of the crowd, and guess where they thought she would end up based purely off of how she looked. What a bunch of royal idiots. She rolled her dark eyes and strode to the stood, placing the hat on her head, whilst trying to stop it from touching too much of her hair. It really was a filthy tradition, when she thought about it. How many greasy heads had this thing been on over the years? Did it ever get washed? Her nose crinkled as the hat began to speak.
It wasn't much of a long wait, since she was under the fourth letter in the alphabet. After around ten minutes, the headmistress called her name, everyone in the room trying to pick her out of the crowd, and guess where they thought she would end up based purely off of how she looked. What a bunch of royal idiots. She rolled her dark eyes and strode to the stood, placing the hat on her head, whilst trying to stop it from touching too much of her hair. It really was a filthy tradition, when she thought about it. How many greasy heads had this thing been on over the years? Did it ever get washed? Her nose crinkled as the hat began to speak.
