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—¤÷(`[¤*Aimi Markeis*¤]´)÷¤—
Location: Hogwarts Great Hall
Wand: Maple wood, phoenix feather, eight and three quarter inches, Inflexible.
Mood: Nervous...
House: Gryffindor
Love
Hate
Sorrow
Peace
As the sorting hat was placed on her head, it slipped down, almost covering her eyes entirely. Her heart was still pounding rapidly, until a calm, elderly voice entered her mind.
'Ah.. What do we have here?... Talent... Much, much talent..' She blinked, unsure what to make of this, until she recalled what her parents had told her. This had to be the sorting hat, but he seemed much mellower than how her parents described him.
'Let's see.. Ah, there it is.. Courage... Courage like I have not seen in a very long time... Untapped, though. The consciousness does not yet even realize its potential. Very curious...' She gripped the stool tightly, hoping and praying that it would make a good decision.
'Very well. I have decided.' The voice said once more, before...
"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat bellowed, the voice ringing through the halls and in the hall itself. Aimi let out a sigh of relief, a weight seemed lifted from her chest, giving her a chance to breath. It was in that moment that she realized that she had actually been holding her breath, waiting for the hat's decision.
All can sleep
In Light's peaceful sight.
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