“Please not Hufflepuff,” she begged silently in her mind, hoping that what she heard about the hat was true and it does in fact take one's preferences into consideration. “I don’t think I’ll look good in yellow.”

“I know…” Sana swore she heard the hat grumble uncomfortably over her ears. She frowned. Before she could properly respond to the surprisingly rude inanimate object, the hat’s raspy voice echoed through the Great Hall with it’s final decision. “Slytherin!”