The Hat had been observing the application and all of the interviews from afar and had become increasingly depressed throughout the process. It was on the verge of scrapping the entire Sorting and just going to bed for several days straight when it managed to gather a final ounce of energy and croak out, "You...Squibbed...pack...get out...life sucks...."
Looking even older and nattier than usual, the Hat slowly dragged itself out of the Sorting Room, its straps leaving a trail of dust-scented tears in its wake.
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Date: 2010-06-15 03:11 am (UTC)Looking even older and nattier than usual, the Hat slowly dragged itself out of the Sorting Room, its straps leaving a trail of dust-scented tears in its wake.