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A stool appears in the Nexus, with a large, battered hat on top of it. After a minute, it gives a cough and begins to recite...
You may not think I’m pretty
If you test on looks alone,
But a smarter hat was never made
From when I was first sewn.
For I’m the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I’m famed far and wide.
If you put me on I’ll look around
The thoughts you keep inside.
To Gryffindor, some people go,
Where dwell the brave at heart
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart.
You may belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal
Those Hufflepuffs are true, strong
And unafraid of toil.
Or perhaps in wise old Ravenclaw
If you have a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind
Mayhap you’ll go to Slytherin
And you’ll make your real friends.
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their goals and ends.
Yet it’s really rather simple about
The House you’re Sorted to
Most people never guess it
But the choice is up to you.
So slip me on, don’t be afraid,
Once I have finished my song.
My question, Sages, is simple;
Which House do you belong?
After each person is Sorted, if they choose, a spell will automatically change their clothes into House uniform.
((Yeah, the rhyme sucks and the beat is all off. Just a bit of fun, if no one minds.))
((EDIT: Mun will be gradual. Fingers are about to fall off from over-typing.))