Chapter 1: The Sorting Hat
A hush fell over my ears. Fabric covered everything down to my nose. Among all my anxieties, such as is there a drama club here? and has this hat ever been washed?, a voice spoke inside my head. "Alexandra, hm? Nice name."
I stiffened. Magic was weird.
"It is, isn't it?" chuckled the hat. It could read my thoughts? All of them?
"Temporarily, yes. It's the only way to sort you into houses properly, don't you think?"
Wow. Magical people took boarding school houses way too seriously. I wondered whether the hat could see my subconsious thoughts as well, or just the ones I was aware of. The hat ignored that thought, disappointingly.
"You're difficult to sort, my dear," admitted the hat eventually. I don't know how long I sat there thinking about my thoughts, but I was pretty deep in before the hat interrupted.
My face was getting sweaty from the thick fabric. "Can you hurry up, possibly?" I thought at it.
The hat somehow shook its