snippet by darthtveitor:
The walk to the Sorting Hat at the end of the Great Hall seems to take hours. With every step, Enjolras can feel eyes on him, sizing him up, speculating, judging. At only eleven, he doesn’t know if he even exhibits any traits for any of the houses. The other boys and girls all come to a stop at the stool where the Hat sits, unassuming, and he sucks in a breath.
One by one, the new students are called and sorted into houses. Sometimes, the Hat only takes a few seconds before deciding, but for others, minutes pass before the Hat comes to a conclusion. It feels like hours before Enjolras is called. He trips on his robes in his haste to get on the stool. Every step he takes seems to echo loudly throughout the hall as all eyes follow him up the marble steps.
He takes a seat on the stool and the Hat is placed on his head, immediately falling over his eyes. He has to push it up so he can see, even if his immediate reaction is to pull it over his eyes again. His parents are gunning for Slytherin, and maybe he wants to uphold the family name, but he’d be happy with Ravenclaw. He’d be happy with any house. The shame he’d bring on his family if he were a squib would be humiliating.
“There is definitely wizard blood in you, no doubt about that,” the Hat says, as if he’s standing right inside his head. Enjolras jumps a little. “Quite a bit, actually… Long line of Wizards. And Slytherin, too, I see.”
He thinks the hat is done, and waits for the loud declaration of Slytherin to the Great Hall, but the Hat speaks up again. “No, no. You’re a tricky one. You’re certainly brave, loyal, hardworking, and have a quick wit. You’re also ambitious. You would do anything to get what you desire.”
Enjolras feels like the Hat has been talking for hours. It’s only been a few minutes in reality, but the Hat pauses, listening to his thoughts and feelings. It’s impossible not to think. How does the Hat even know this about him? As far as he knows, the Hat can’t tell the future. It’s a hat. A magical one, but still a hat.
“I see deep into your heart and mind,” the Hat answers. “And things are much more than they appear to be. Much like you, Enjolras. You have great potential, yes, but also the capability of being a force to be reckoned with. You will not be stopped.”
His heart is pounding in his ears. He’s not even sure what the Hat is talking about, but it’s silent for several long moments and Enjolras is convinced his heart is going to burst out of his chest.
“Slytherin!” the Hat cries out. The Slytherin table erupts in cheers and Enjolras removes the hat and makes his way over to his new home for the next seven years.