Sorting Hat

It was that time again at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The new students were now coming into the school and anxiously waiting to be sorted into their houses which would act as a second home for the students. On this particular day there weren't that many new students to sort, only two.
Gryffindors seemed like they didn't use their rationality and charged into a situation with their blind emotions.
Slytherin was a place for those that were ambitious and ruthless. Power hungry ones.
Ravenclaws were smart and rational.
Hufflepuffs, she could care less for them.

While all of these thoughts were soaring in her mind, Zoe heard footsteps approach her. McGonagall had the sorting hat, she smiled and waited.

'Mr Levski' McGonagall called him forward. Reet shot a look at Zoe as he stepped up to the professor. A few curious students looked his way as she placed the hat on his head.
He almost jumped at the voice inside his head, not one of the usual voices he heard.
'Talk to yourself a lot, hmm, unsure of yourself though your faith in others is strong.' The Hat fell silent, and so did his own thoughts. He did not want this thing knowing all that went on in his head.
'Too late' it chuckled with true humor.
Reet scowled, resisting the urge to rip it off and stomp on it.
'Temper, temper, Levski' it muttered, mirth in its tone. 'Gryffindor!'
It was plucked off his head before he could say anything. With a frown he stepped aside, waiting while Zoe took her turn.

"Zoe Stellberg" McGonagall's voice rang out into the hall. Zoe walked up to the front of the hall, where her future awaited her. She sat on the lone wooden stool, her face solemn as the sorting had was lowered unto her head.
The awaited decision was beginning to take toil on the young witch as she took a seat.
"Hhhhmmmm" a silky voice sounded not in her ear, but from inside her head. "Noble and proud, both selfish and selfless, brave and cruel. Gryffindor would make you into a fine witch…
Just as the rim brushed, a clear voice bellowed into the awaiting silence. "Gryffindor!"

Reet smiled and took Zoe's hand as a tall, reedy boy with red hair and glasses rushed up to them, announcing he was a Gryffindor prefect. He drowned out the boys voice, holding Zoe's hand to his lips. 'Welcome, my love' he whispered.

ooc I'm have to go now. Bye :)

(Please excuse me whilst I throw up... Gryffindors.)

ooc Please, let me join you, Rose.

ooc I rock the red and bronze.