<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/c2/1f/06c21fb18faf6b03f684707699c10d03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Plain Hogwarts Robes with black pleated skirt and white blouse underneath<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand:</strong>9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom<br/><strong>House | Year:</strong>Slytherin | First Year<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>Friday September 1st, 2017 | Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Light - Anticipation, Nervousness<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Not Applicable<br/><hr/><br/>Waiting was a form of punishment.<br/><br/>Reyna did her best not to fidget or do anything embarrassing as the space between herself and the sorting hat become less distant. She became less aware of the fact that hundreds of eyes stared in her direction when no one else stood in front of her.<br/><br/>Her face twisted into a blatant cringe, waiting for some unforgettable butchery of her name. People often mispronounced it. She was often grateful to the people who simply let her pronounce it first rather than embarrassing her. Some students made a habit of coming up with clever variations of her name, one she hoped not to relive or hear uttered again in her life.<br/><br/>“Reyna Pietruszewski!” To her relief, the professor did not make her a laughingstock of the school.<br/><br/>With more confidence than she felt, Reyna headed to the stool and sat atop it. A ton of questions filled her mind as the professor settled the hat atop her head.<br/><br/><em>There is no doubt about it, you're not a squib.</em><br/><br/>Reyna jumped at the hat’s voice despite being told that it could enter, read, and speak into its wearer’s mind.<br/><br/><em>Weird</em>, she thought back to it.<em>Not you or squibs, mind you. There’s nothing wrong with being magicless. I just rather not make that walk out of the hall.</em><br/><br/><em>I am never wrong.</em><br/><br/>Doubt filled Reyna’s mind at that reassurance but she did not argue with the hat.  Instead she tried to think of all the wonderful reasons why Gryffindor would be the perfect house for her.<br/><br/>For confident, she thought about how she often did what others might be too fearful to attempt. For competitive, she had tons of memories of her football games. In between those thoughts were her worries about being placed in a certain house. Not for the usual reasons though...but more worry about her brothers. It was nice to see them every now and then but she’d like a place to grow without being under their shadow.<br/><br/><em>So I’m Gryffindor, right?</em>She thought with obvious hope and pleading in her mental voice.<em>No need to think any further! Just say it. Gryffindor. </em><br/><br/><em>Yes you could find a home in Gryffindor but there is a house…</em><br/><br/><em>Don’t you dare!</em>Annoyance crossed her facial features.<em>I swear to Merlin! DON’T SAY IT! </em><br/><br/><em>This one was born to be in...Slytherin!</em><br/><br/><em>Great.</em>Sarcasm colored her thoughts as the hat was taken off her head. She tossed the hat an annoyed  look before heading to the table, one which had seen many Pietruszewskis throughout the decades.