Shadow-tigress wrote:(yep!
recap:we are of the train, first years have been on the boat and All other years on the carrages. We are now on the sorting)
(( I remember it from the books!))
Grace sat down and watched as the Sorting Hat began to sing;
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But dont judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find,
A smarter hat then me,
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head,
The Sorting Hat cant see,
So try me on and I will tell you,
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Griffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their darling, nerve and chivalry
Set Griffindor apart;
You belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've got a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning fol use any means,
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And dont get in a flap!
You'r in safe hands (Though I have none)
For I am the Thinking Cap!"