Hogwarts

(You are Veronica Black. You are 11 years old, calm and intelligent by nature. You learn quickly. Your wand was made of yew wood, with a perfect handle. The core had a Phoenix feather, and a rather rare core. The wand was compliant by nature, and about 10 inches in size. You are entering your first year at Hogwarts.

Before that, you'd met a boy named Harry, and also Ron and Hermione. Now it was your turn to approach the Sorting Hat. You weren't nervous at all, maybe a little. You sat down, and Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on you.

The Sorting Hat immediately shouted.

Slytherin!

I stood up and walked to the Gryffindor table.

The hat looked at me and said.

But I told you Slytherin...

I looked at the Hat and answered with a Spanish accent.

I'm sorry... I don't understand you, I'll stay where the lion's table is...

The hat simply stopped and the distribution continued.

And I sat down with Harry, Ron and Hermione, by the way, the whole Gryffindor, half of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff laughed at my words.