Hat and Houses

All always remember the first step I made into Hogwarts.

Everything hit me in an overwhelming wave. Every sound, every feeling, every little detail of every little stone I unintentionally attempted to absorb all at once. Like I said, it was overwhelming. I probably wouldn't have taken my second steps for a good hundred years unless Cassie hadn't pulled me along like she did. Lucifer was busy trying to out-talk the loud-mouthed Scottish boy who he had learned was name Xavier. But even those two fell silent to marvel at the sight of Hogwarts.

We kept walking, towards the dining hall if my memory of Snape's lecture was correct. That was where we would be sorted by some grumpy old moldy hat. I scowled at the thought. I didn't want some decrepit piece of apparel deciding my future, but apparently I had no choice.
"Hey April! Guess what! We're totally getting sorted now!" remarked Cassie excitedly.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh really?" I remarked snarkily.
She didn't catch my sarcasim. "Yeah! Isn't that great?"
I sighed. We entered the dining hall.

There was a lot of talking. A whole bunch of "Welcome to Hogwarts!" said in several different ways. I was quite bored of it all. I stifled a yawn. I caught Snape giving me a censuring glare from his seat among the teachers and kept my attention rapt. The stupid old sorting hat was on Luncifer's head now.
"Interesting..." it said. "Very interesting. You're quite energetic, not at all observational... but there's another side to you. One even you have not yet discovered. Slytherin!!"
Lucifer bound over to the Slytherin table. He was greeted heartily.
Next, Cassie was called up.
"Not bad, not bad..." said the hat. "A good student. Enthusiastic. Hard working. But you have potential. Lots of potential. Gryffindor!!!"
Cassie gave me a smile before heading over to the Gryffindor table, which was cheering and hooting rowdily. I rolled my eyes. It was my turn. I went up and put the stupid old hat on my head.
There was a long pause filled only with the hat's incoherent mumbling before it finally said. "Slytherin. Definitely Slytherin."
I was unsurprised, unimpressed. Snape was Slytherin's headmaster. It only made sense I was in his house.
When I got to the table, I was met with many hushed questions.
"I didn't hear. What did that hat say?"
"I've never seen him that quiet! What's that all about?"
"What did it say? Did anyone hear what the hat said?"
I ignored the questions. Just as I ignored Lucifer's eager chattering. I tuned everything out. The only voice I heard was the soothing, foreign voice in the back of my head.
The attention on me died down as the rest of the children were placed. I watched, but payed no attention. It was over for me. Therefore, in my mind, it was completely over, through and through.