bloodtraiitor:

                                    ❛   as if i have t’ stay here !!  ❜   a growl like the one of a lion cub. she’s certain that the headmaster will soon come up to his podium to proclaim that the sorting hat made a mistake. it was old and ragged, did they really trust such a thing to be rational with it’s judgement ? that was almost as ridiculous as letting a GHOUL do the sorting. everyone knew how wrong this was, from the ^ghosts floating about to her parents who would soon find out thanks to one of her brothers, so why wouldn’t they just let her put on that bloody thing again ?   ❛   mum an’ dad won’t allow it. i’d rather be in hufflepuff if i can’t be in my house.   ❜   that was a lie but she needed to emphasise how little she thought of the house she was sorted into.

       “ you’re annoying, ” he says calmly, in the wake of her tirade. his face, expressionless, turns from the ceremony so that he may flick his gaze up and down her tiny form. the sneer which soon curls at his thin lips is further proof of his growing dislike. (but it is mild, compared to his loathing of those he left behind at the shoddy orphanage. if she continues in this fashion, however, and denies him a more quiet conversation, she may just join their ranks.) 

       “ the sorting hat’s been ‘round for centuries, ” he begins, his soft voice somehow slicing through the applause & whispers around them. “ and if you were HALF as brilliant as you think you sound… ” he trails off, sighing at her foolishness. though he has no family to speak of, tom REFUSES to entertain the notion that he’d be as desperate to simply appease them. 

       “ if you really don’t fancy slytherin, then why don’t you leave? you said yourself, you don’t have to stay here. maybe they’ll let you sleep here, under the table, until the train arrives. ”