Mm, Professor McGonagall even turned Mr. Sorting Hat upside down and gave him a few pats, clearly thinking there was something seriously wrong with the hat.
Cassandra thought so too.
How could someone so weak possibly be sorted into Slytherin?
Had Mr. Sorting Hat caught a virus?
"I knew it. Anyone hanging around that woman Becky couldn't be a good person."
A voice saying "just as I thought" pulled Cassandra from her thoughts.
She was a little annoyed.
Saying that about Becky was one thing, but saying it about this guy was going too far.
This guy was already so kind he was stupid.
Ahem. She just felt that he now represented Slytherin, the House she would be joining in the future, and no one was allowed to slander it.
She instinctively looked at the boy.
Sure enough, the boy looked even sadder.
He cast a pleading look at his brother, Harry Potter.
He was hoping Harry would comfort him.
Who knew that stupid lion would actually look away?
Hmph, she knew all Gryffindors were idiots.
Reckless, arrogant trash.
Now that guy should get angry, right?
It would be best if they got into a fight.
Then Cassandra could enjoy the show again.
Shit!
That guy actually walked away dejectedly?
Didn't he want to argue?
It was so infuriating. He was such an idiot!
"Cassandra Vole."
Professor McGonagall called her name.
Cassandra lifted her chin and strode proudly toward the Sorting Hat.
Perhaps she could look down on this lousy hat. It had even sorted Darren Potter into the wrong House!
"Slytherin!"
Before the hat even touched her head, it had already shouted her House.
Cassandra gave a huff.
She tossed the hat aside and walked away.
She was just a little disappointed. She hadn't even gotten the chance to