33 Reeks of Snake and Ambition (2/2)

Casimir looked towards the front and saw a very dirty hat singing something. Being too sleepy, Casimir couldn't really make out most of the words of its song.

”That's a very dirty hat.” Draco commented.

(Casimir: Good job pointing that out, captain obvious!)

Casimir just hummed in reply, not bothering with anything anymore. Right now, he just wanted to get sorted quickly and go straight to bed.

Finally, the hat stopped singing and everyone started clapping. Everyone aside from the gloomy duo, namely Casimir and Draco.

Professor McGonagall then, started calling out names. ”Abott...”

”HUFFLEPUFF!” The sorting hat yelled.

”Bones...”

”HUFFLEPUFF!”

”Boot...”

”RAVENCLAW!”

...

”Dupont, Louis!”

”RAVENCLAW!”

...

After some time, many people had already been called. Nott, fangirl, and the cupcake boys had already been sorted, all of them being in Slytherin. Draco and Casimir were the only people in their group who haven't been called yet.

”Malfoy, Draco!”

... Then, Casimir was left alone.

Draco arrogantly strode towards the hat and sat down and,...

”SLYTHERIN!”

The hat hadn't even been put on Draco's head, yet, it had already yelled his house, making a certain table cheer.

A few other names were called until it arrived to a name which caused everyone to grow quiet.

”Potter, Harry!”

Whispers filled the hall as the boy was being sorted. This time, the hat took its time. Then, after a while the hat shouted, ”GRYFFINDOR!”.

Thunderous cheers filled the hall, causing Casimir to scowl.

I hope I won't be sorted to that house. He thought to himself.

”Proulx, Casimir!”

It's a good thing they didn't mention Marie. Casimir shuddered and walked towards the hat, smiling politely to the Professor as he sat.

”Reeks of snakes and ambition.” The hat seemed to mumble. ”SLYTHERIN!”

The table where Draco and the others sat in applauded loudly. Casimir walked towards them and sat on the empty seat beside Draco, closing his eyes to rest briefly.

Somewhere on the Ravenclaw's table, a young, dark-haired boy stared at Casimir in horror, his face extremely pale as if he had seen a monster.