Amy stood with the other first years, listening to the scuffy old hat sing. She couldn't wait to get that over with and get sorted into her dream house.

She had to admit, the rebellion against sorting sounded fun and all. But there was no way she was going to give up on Hufflepuff, not when she was minutes away from being sorted.

The headmaster, Professor Beryllium, pulled out a scroll and read the first name written on it.

"Smith, Diane!" he announced. A blonde witch walked up and sat on the stool. Beryllium placed the sorting hat on her head.

"Eww, we could totally get lice from that!" Amy muttered under her breath.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat announced. The older kids in Slytherin clapped as she made her way over to their table.

"Robinson, Isaiah!"

Amy watched as the boy with shaggy brown hair approached the headmaster.

"I refuse to be sorted."

The room went silent.

"You....what?"

"I'm not going to be sorted."

The headmaster shook his head. "Listen son. I don't know who put you up to this, but its not funny. You will be sorted, so please sit on the stool."

"You don't understand. I. Am. Not. Being. Sorted." Isaiah said firmly.

"Well then how are you supposed to play on a quidditch team or go to class with people?" Beryllium asked.

"We get schedules, right? Just make sure I am in all the required classes. It doesn't matter who I'm with," Isaiah replied.

"B-but this is unheard of! You can't just be an unsorted child at Hogwarts!" the headmaster exclaimed.

"Why not? Why can't I? We're supposed to be ourselves here, right? And I believe I am not going to do well being forced to act a certain way based on my house," Isaiah said.

"The sorting hat will tell you which house you will thrive in!" Beryllium insisted. "So, I demand you put on that hat, or you will be expelled."

Isaiah tried to dodge it, but one of the teachers threw the hat on his head.

"You're a special boy, now, aren't ya?" the hat whispered to him. "Don't worry. I won't send you to your doom."

Isaiah nodded.

"THIS BOY WILL NOT BE SORTED!" the hat announced. "HE HAS COME UP WITH A REVOLUTIONARY IDEA, THEREFORE I SHALL LET IT PLAY OUT AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS! ISAIAH, YOU ARE AN UNSORTED ONE!"

The headmaster was speechless. The hat had totally betrayed him!

"So be it," he said shrugging. "If the hat thinks its right, then so do I."

Isaiah smiled. "Thank you sir. You don't know how much this means to me."

"Charles, Amy!"

Amy gulped. This was the moment she was waiting for.

The hat was placed on her head. "SLYTHERIN!" It shouted.

"What??!?!!?!" Amy shouted. "No! I'm a Hufflepuff! Please, I really am!"

"The hat made its decision," Beryllium said, steering Amy towards the Slytherin table.

Both Blake and Sylvia were sorted into the undefined house that Isaiah has created. Amy regretted not taking up his offer. Anything would have been better than Slytherin!