Application; Santi, Devil's Backbone

[ahogarse]

There’s something in the sorting room. Something, the sort of thing that goes bump in the night

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[ugly_old_hat]

The Sorting Hat wasn't 'fraid of no ghosts.

"Super Awesome Bar is probably the best answer anyone has given to that question in the history of Hogwarts!"

[ahogarse]

"Does that mean there will get to be parties?"

He probably wouldn't get in to a party, but he could turn invisible, or stay under the punch table and watch the fun, and he'd like to see that. Anything called Super Awesome Bar would have parties in it, he is sure.

[ugly_old_hat]

"Hogwarts is full of parties! We also have two bars, but none of them are Super Awesome. One has cranky doctors and the other one has druggies," the Hat lamented.

[ahogarse]

Santi's eyes go big. Druggies unnerve him, and doctors are even scarier.

Talking hats are apparently fine though; who knew?

"Yuck."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Total yuck," agreed the hypocritical Hat, who was both cranky and partial to hat-altering substances. "Super Awesome Bar would be way cooler!"

[ahogarse]

"I couldn't make it, though. I'm seven and I'm dead."

You can't pour drinks when you're dead.

[ugly_old_hat]

"We have a seven-year-old professor of Astronomy here at Hogwarts," the Hat informed the little ghost -- with no small measure of glee. Kid professors had to be a sure recipe for entertainment. "You can do anything you want, here! Would you like to stay?"

[ahogarse]

"If I am allowed? Please, please please?"

B had said they might not let him, but oh, he wants to. There's not much left for a protective spirit in an abandoned, half-demolished orphanage.

[ugly_old_hat]

"Anything I say is allowed will be allowed!" The Sorting Hat, drunk on power? Never.

And with that, it hovered where Santi's head would have been, and declared its judgement.