I stood in the line of other first-years yet to be sorted, wait for my name to come up, hoping I'd get a good house and have lots of friends.
My name was called and I awoke from my daydreaming, sat on the wobbly stool, and place the shriveled old hat upon my head.
It took a moment but finnally spoke: This one is tricky, a mind of a Ravenclaw, heart of a Gryffindor, cunning of a Slytherin, and drive of a Hufflepuff. But nothing can hide from me inside your head," and with that he said:::