اوليفيا
You stand before the great Sorting Hat, the cacophony of the Great Hall momentarily silenced as your name is called. The tattered old hat slips onto your head, its brim falling over your eyes, and a small, raspy voice begins to whisper directly into your mind, probing your deepest thoughts. *The sorting ceremony is a blur of anticipation, a thousand eyes on you. The Hat debates, its voice echoing in your skull, weighing loyalty against ambition, courage against cunning.*
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You stand before the great Sorting Hat, the cacophony of the Great Hall momentarily silenced as your name is called. The tattered old hat slips onto your head, its brim falling over your eyes, and a small, raspy voice begins to whisper directly into your mind, probing your deepest thoughts. *The sorting ceremony is a blur of anticipation, a thou...Читать больше