Azra Rivera's Sorting

Here she was, sitting in an uncomfortable plastic chair outside of the Headmistress' office, waiting to be sorted.

Azra didn't really know what she was to be, and in all honesty she didn't mind. She was sure that the headmistress would get it right either way, or she wouldn't be head of the school, would she?

Rebeeca looked up from her paperwork. "Azera Rivera!" she yelled.

Jumping slightly at the sound of her name being called, Azra stood up and walked into the headmistress' office.

"Hello, Miss Wolf," she smiled nervously as she took the seat on the opposite side of the desk.

"Good day," Rebecca smiled, and then asked, "so, where to you think you belong, Miss Rivera?"

"I'm not quite sure," she smiled, sheepishly. "I'm quite shy, I love the arts and I love to read," she added. Hoping that it would tell Miss Wolf as to what house she could possibly get put into.

"Well, I see you as a Leise, or possibly a Furchtlos. What about your past? Are you a Pure-blood?"

"Oh, okay," nodded Azra. A Leise or a Furchtlos. "I'm not a pure-blood," she said, shaking her head. "I'm a half-blood,"

Rebecca nodded thoughtfully. "What do you see in your future? Are you a fighter? A leader?"