Anyone that knew her would know that Moon Byulyi had the personality and the fit to be in any house - but Slytherin. So when the words, "Slytherin!" left the mouth of the sorting hat, the entire great hall fell dead silent.

All eyes fell on the slim girl who stared blankly down the hall. She rose from the seat, silver hair glowing under the candle light, robe flowing - leaving everyone in the hall breathless - as she strolled over to the table of the House of Slytherin. 

"Byulyi? A Slytherin? No way." 

"The sorting hat has never been wrong has it?" 

"It's always the quiet ones...." 

"There's no way." 

"There must be a mistake."

The decision of the sorting hat caused a rumble of murmurs to erupt amongst the students and even the professors themselves.