Still Waiting On The Ice Cream

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(A/N: feel free to comment on typos and what not.)

I still haven't gotten my ice cream. And even worse, it seems that we're being separated.

Great, I get to play the part of the outcast again. I can already foretell that I'll be in the lamest house, all by myself.

Oh well... I'll probably be called last anyways, that's how it-

"Di' Angelo, Nico," the lady in emerald robes declares.

Of course they're going by alphabetical order. I resist the urge to face palm myself before awkwardly making my way to the stage.

I usually stick out like a sore thumb, but in a room stuffed with people all wearing mostly black I almost blend in. I feel even more unnerved then usual. Maybe it is time for me to wear colors again.

An ancient brown leather hat will apparently be the first step in this endeavor.

Oh great, another one of you. I'll most certainly have a talk with the Book of Admittance after today.

"The what?" I accidentally say out loud before I realize it's talking in my head.

Wow, I sound nuts. Then again, I was sort of fading from existence less than a week ago. Nothing's too weird. I continue the conversation in my head.

"And why does this school make you wear a talking hat? What does Hogwarts teach that requires this?"

You lot really are clueless. And I'll have you know that Hogwarts is the finest school for Witchcraft and Wizardry. It can do whatever it pleases.

"Ok.... so what now?"

Now I sort you into one of the four houses depending on your character.


NO! My job is NOT to explain Hogwarts to you. I'll let you figure that out on your own!

Now, let's see you're quiet young, yet already have such defining traits. It seems you're a good finder... Hufflepuff? No... definitely not.

You've always a cunning plan. But not in the search for power. It seems your ambition has a way to go.

Brave enough to brace hellfire, and strong-willed. Or as I like to say - a bit nutty. At the end of the day you're just trying to do what's right.

"GRYFFINDOR" the hat yells, almost bursting my eardrums.

Under the red and gold lion banner, the table farthest to right roars to life even louder than the previous house.

What have I gotten myself into?

I'm still hoping for the ice cream. Maybe they'll serve dessert.

Will seriously owes me a date after this.

(A/N: like I said this is short. Idk, I might edit it later. I'm writing it at like 12 am so sorry if it's a little off.

Anyways a little question: what's your worst irrational fear?

Mine is that the world gets another huge plague and we don't have the proper way to stop it. Kind of like the Spanish influenza. If you don't know what that is go look it up. It's scarring. Or at least for me.

Ok bye, have a good day, or not. I can't tell you what to do.)

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