It was finally Thomas' turn... He slowly walked toward the Sorting Hat and sat down on the bench...
"Hmm...." The Sorting Hat was deciding his fate...
"Ravenclaw? ..No, no... Doesn't suit your.. personality.."
Thomas just sat there, his eyes closed and teeth clenched..
"How about Slytherin... Oh, no... Not Slytherin.."
"Hurry up and decide.." Thomas said through clenched teeth...
"Someone's pushy..... GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat wailed.
Applaud came from the Gryffindor table and he sighed..
"Finally." Thomas murmured, taking his seat at the Gryffindor table..