Monologue-- The Sorting Hat
These stupid wizards. The stupid, unappreciative, unapologetic, thick-headed wizards. I've been around for a century or longer, and I'm pulled out once a year to give everyone at Hogwarts a warning or advice on what's coming because I ALWAYS know, but do they listen to me? Of course not. If they were to heed my warning in the song, we may not have been in quite as much danger as we are in these dark times. But nobody pays attention to an old, grubby, enchanted hat. Nobody, nobody, nobody! I should just leave. Somehow, some way, leave. Go to a new school of witchcraft and wizardry, to sort people and sing to people who would actually listen. People who would actually appreciate everything I must say. Everything I think of to say for an entire year. And then I must give the newest group of First Years their houses, and sometimes I'm doubted. Why must I always be so underestimated? I'm always right. I always stand by my decisions, yet people decide to not trust me. But I always end up being right, don't I? Of COURSE I do. Of course. And then, once another years sorting ceremony is over, I'm put away.... For another long year to do nothi g but.... Think. To mull over what I'm going to say to the next bunch of shaking first years and the same old faces from previous years, some I've seen one too many times. Do I like what I do, you may ask? Absolutely. I'm a unique piece of magic, I'm always right, I have a lot of power in such a quick job. I'm important. But I wish I wasn't so underestimated and looked over all the time. I don't feel as important as I should. Some people are too thick to see my genius. But I'll sure show them. I'll show all of the imbeciles what I'm made of-- which is more than just worn out leather and too many seams, mind you-- it's pure genius and perfection! I'll show them just how powerful and intelligent I am. I'll show them just how much influence I have on people with just a few words. How will I do it, though? Intentionally sort a few people into very wrong houses maybe? False warnings? Or come put and tell them how I really feel. I haven't an idea yet, but you better believe that I of all sorting hats WILL figure it out! After all, I do have an entire year to think about it.

*this is just a monologue I wrote for my creative writing class, in the point of view of the Sorting Hat, from Harry Potter. I liked it, so I thought I'd post it, since I haven't posted in a while:)