Hogwarts

You are sitting on the small, short oak stool, whilst the entirety of Hogwarts stares at you, waiting for the hat to call out your house. The hat takes your opinion into account, and as it is put on your head, its scratchy, gravelly voice scrapes over your ears, in a suspicious voice. "You....You are a tough one, eh? Let me see....I see...hints of...every house to be quite honest. Now, what house would you WANT to be sorted into, dear child?"