More spoilers :)Silver stars glittered in a dark velvet sky that constituted the Great Hall's enchanted ceiling. Hundreds of candles floated in mid-air above a sea of black-robed teenagers, who were all looking in the same direction. In front of the teacher's table, on top of a wooden stool, sat the battered and ancient Sorting Hat.
Sansa was sitting with her fellow Hufflepuffs waiting for the Sorting to end and the feast to begin. She was the only one of her siblings to be sorted into Hufflepuff – so far at least. She hadn't minded much that her older brother and half-brother were in Gryffindor, but when a year ago her younger sister, Arya, got sorted into Gryffindor too, she started feeling resentful. Being sorted in a different House than her siblings made her feel isolated from them and left-out and she reacted with disdain and hurtful remarks. Her uncle Edmure, though, who witnessed this behavior, guessed what had been the cause of it and had a chat with her. Well, he was Head of Hufflepuff House and so responsible for her. He reminded her that all the Tullys were sorted in Hufflepuff, including her mother Catelyn.
"You take after your mother so much", he said. "You have her great beauty, of course. But also her spirit, her gracefulness and of course her stubbornness", he laughed. "Is it at all surprising that you belong to the same House that she did?"
Uncle Edmure – no, she corrected herself, Professor Tully, then helped her remember how much fun she'd been having until then.
Indeed, being in that House led her to achieve one of the two things she most cared about: to be popular. She glanced at the girl sitting next to her. Margaery Tyrell befriended her shortly after Sansa was sorted in Hufflepuff. Although she was older than her by 3 years, she introduced her to her circle of friends and not before long Sansa was part of the most popular group of girls in school.
Sansa's other desire still hadn't been fulfilled: to find true love.
Another Frey was being sorted at the moment. How many more were there? The school seemed inundated by Frey students– there were at least 4 in her year alone and they were all unattractive and boring – well, the boys at least.
Speaking of boys… Sansa stole a glance at the Head Boy sitting next to Margaery. He was not just the most liked boy in school, he was adored. A Hufflepuff with dazzling good looks, a Chaser in the Quidditch team, a terrific student and all-round kind and polite young man. Boys wanted to be him, girls wanted to do him. Loras Tyrell, Margaery's brother. If Margaery was the undisputed Queen of the school, then Loras was certainly the King. Even her brother Robb, Captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, wasn't that popular.
"Elia Sand" called the voice of Professor Tarly and a dark-haired girl strode confidently and jammed the Hat on her head. There was some murmuring among the students and no wonder. She was yet another Sand Snake to attend this school. Her father, Oberyn Martell, had eight daughters from five different women and hadn't married not one of the mothers. Talk about sowing your wild oats in your youth! He was called The Viper because of his weekly political column, The Red Viper, in his brother Doran's newspaper, The Unbiased. His vicious, truthfull quill could puncture - and had punctured - many a reputation. No wonder Elia Martell, now sorted in Gryffindor, moved like she owned the place. The offspring of the media moguls that were feared by all, even the government, could very well move like they owned the place.
"Brandon Stark", rang the deep voice of the Professor. Her brother Bran was next. He walked to the stool, sat and put on the Hat. Sansa held her breath. Would he go the way of Robb, Arya and Jon and end up in Gryffindor like their father or would he follow the Tully side of the family and come to Hufflepuff?
The Hat didn't take long. It opened its mouth and announced:
"Ravenclaw!"
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Originally Posted by Aulayna
