Post by ROUX L'AMOUR on Jun 1, 2011 13:44:43 GMT
Hearing his name, Roux felt stupid for being so nervous as he stood up and made the short journey to the stool. He was sixteen years old, after all. It wasn't as though he was a scared little boy, starting school for the first time. It felt a lot longer than a few feet, but he eventually reached the Sorting Hat. Giving it a curious look, he gingerly picked it up, sitting himself down in it's place on the stool, and giving Professor McGonagall an uncertain glance. She nodded in encouragement, and he lifted it and placed it on top of his ruffled hair. 'I hope this thing doesn't give me nits.' The thought entered his head immediately, and he automatically reached up to scratch at his temple, a frown appearing on his handsome face as the hat began to speak....
