Application: Sansa Stark, A Song of Ice and Fire

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A beautiful girl dressed in a modest medieval gown appears in the Sorting Room. She looks around briefly, clearly surprised and disoriented, then takes a seat to fill out an application, carefully minding her sleeves so they don't get smudged with ink.


1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
White cheese? I didn't know they had names. I suppose I like white cheese because... blue and green smell horrible.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
Those are strange names, who are they? I wouldn't... Why should I kill either one? They're nothing to me.

3. What time is it where you are?
Just after breakfast, midmorning. I was going to the sept. Lord Robert hates it and won't go there, which gives me some peace. I don't know where I am though.

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
Who? What? I'm married. Or betrothed, I suppose, whichever pleases you better.


5. If you are pushing to be in:

A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
Bastard girl I might be for now, but barmaid I am not. Not yet. Still, I have poured wine during my father's Petyr's Lord Baelish's meetings with the other Lords of the Vale, in the Eyrie and at the Gates of the Moon. Will either of those names do?

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
Harry? Do you mean Harrold Hardyng? I don't know this Fred or George and Harrold Hardyng is by way of being betrothed to me, I'm told... neither one is a Royce? If one was, that would tie the... please, why are you asking me? I don't know these things.

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
I have no head for paperwork, none at all, truly. You should talk to your steward.

...is there a fireplace near your desk?

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
I can sing, play the high harp, and sew very well. I know my letters and all my heraldry. Oh, and with the rest of my family dead (except for Jon Snow who doesn't count), I'm the heir to Winterfell and the North. Not that that means anything really anymore.

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.
I don't have a lot with me, but I suppose I'm willing to offer whatever I have. I'll sew, I'll play. I've got several stories about the Winged Knight memorized. I have gotten really much better at running a castle and managing things. And I suppose it's lucky I decided to wear some jewelry today.

I won't offer to sing, though, unless I have to. I have had my fill of songs.

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"I was protected well enough where I was," Sansa said reflectively. She had been - no one was looking for a bastard girl called Alayne Stone. Even when she'd run out of the Tyroshi wash and her hair had reddened, even Bronze Yohn Royce (who had actually met Sansa Stark!) still saw just Alayne. "But... here is different."

Brienne was a large woman, perhaps she really was a knight. She was definitely not beautiful... which was fine. Sansa no longer trusted beauty as she once had, and ugliness had been kind to her. The Hound, Tyrion, poor Ser Dontos. "I thank you for your kindness and your protection, my lady."

Brienne's vote: Gryffindor

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"I could not find you in Westeros," admitted Brienne. Perhaps those into whose hands Sansa had fallen had done a better job than Brienne herself could have done.

Arya Stark had rebuffed Brienne's honest and humble service. That Sansa did not do likewise was more than Brienne had expected. Renly was the last to have accepted her devotion kindly and openly; Catelyn Stark had done much, but the Stoneheart she became had turned the sweet to bitter. Brienne found herself touched beyond words.

"I am in Gryffindor House," she said. "I will cast my vote that you be placed there as well, so that I may guard you. This blade's name is Oathkeeper --" she indicated the sword of Valyrian steel that hung, sheathed, at her side -- "and that is an oath I am sworn to keep."

She waited till Sansa might bid her to rise.

Re: Brienne's vote: Gryffindor

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"I was very carefully hidden." Brienne would probably have to know the story eventually. Sansa being Alayne sometimes might help her keep

Sansa looked at the sword... lions, was it? And red. Very Lannister, for someone in her lady mother's service. She frowned, very slightly and very briefly, trying to work it out, then smoothed her expression to a smile. Oathkeeper, that was promising. "Rise, Lady Brienne." After a moment, she added, "Please."

She was neither Lady of Winterfell nor Lady of Casterly Rock, and Brienne was a lord's daughter too (Tarth!) and deserved the courtesy.

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Brienne did not catch Sansa's attention to the hilt of Oathkeeper. It was a good thing, too. If there were ever a conversation on the origins of Oathkeeper, and whose sword it was part of, it might not be a very pleasant one.

She rose, obediently, and casting a last narrow-eyed look at Jaime, took her place behind Sansa, hand ready at the hilt of Oathkeeper lest anyone offer insult or harm to the Stark girl.