the_debt_of_time

I'll dig inside your tiny minds
To see where you belong.
Sit right down and let me see
The puzzles in your mind,
For you will notice there is not
A secret I can't find.
You might belong in Gryffindor
And wear the red and gold.
Chosen by brave Godric,
Who picks the daring and the bold.
Perhaps you'll find in Hufflepuff
You prefer yellow and black.
The followers of good Helga,
Kindness they never lack.
If you find yourself in Ravenclaw,
You'll wear the bronze and blue.
And see that wise Rowena
Likes her students original and true.
If you're destined inside Slytherin,
Silver and green you'll don.
Salazar made Ambition
His House's words and song.
Regardless of where I place you
Hogwarts binds you all together,
For even once outside these walls
Your magic lives forever.
Professor McGonagall then stepped forward, holding a long roll of parchment.
"When I call your name, please place the hat on your head and sit on the stool to be sorted,"
she said. "Abbott, Adrian!"
A blond boy slowly made his way to the stool, put on the hat and waited for a few
moments.
"SLYTHERIN!" shouted the hat.
The boy made his way to the far end of the hall where a table dressed in green and
silver was filled with fellow Slytherins waiting for him with applause. Among them, Mia
immediately caught sight of the pale white-blond hair of Lucius Malfoy, his prefect badge
glimmering in the light. To his left and right sat Crabbe and Goyle, respectively, and across
from him was another head of blond hair belonging to a girl that Mia quickly assumed to
be a young Narcissa Black.
"Alton, Samantha!"
"RAVENCLAW!"