.:*:.*.:*:. The Sorting Hat .:*:.*.:*:.
I am originally the hat of Godric Gryffindor, but I was bewitched by all four of the founders of Hogwarts with brains and songs of introduction. My songs explain how I was bewitched to perform the sorting and what the criteria are for the various houses are. I am placed on the first year students' head, one by one. Within a minute, I loudly proclaim the house for which they are best suited. I am battered and old, I have patches, frays and I am extremely dirty. In order to speak and sing, the tear along my brim opens like a mouth. I speak inside your mind with a small, quiet voice to whomever is wearing me and I can read your thoughts and respond to them. When I am not sorting students, I rest in Dumbledore's office.
My Home:
The Four Houses:
Head of House: Professor McGonagall
Founder: Godric Gryffindor
Colours: Scarlet and Gold
Animal: Lion
Ghost: Nearly Headless Nick
Head of House: Professor Snape
Founder: Salazar Slytherin
Colours: Green and Silver
Animal: Serpent
Ghost: The Bloody Baron
Head of House: Professor Flitwick
Founder: Rowena Ravenclaw
Colours: Blue and Bronze
Animal: Raven
Ghost: The Grey Lady
Head of House: Professor Sprout
Founder: Helga Hufflepuff
Colours: Yellow and Black
Animal: Badger
Ghost: The Fat Friar
My Song:
Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can top them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a steady mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
