Contact: Sorting Hat/Harry's Glasses
As soon as it had entered the Hall, carried in with such dignity, they had known. They slipped slightly down the Boy’s nose, trying desperately to get a better look at the patched and tattered hat.
The Hat looked around at the new students, and immediately something caught its attention. Midnight black frames, wide, clear lenses… they were really something special. It had never felt this way before.
Potter, Harry.
The roar of sound faded away and left only them as the Hat was slipped onto the Boy’s head, as there was the slightest electric contact of earpiece to brim…
The Hat looked around at the new students, and immediately something caught its attention. Midnight black frames, wide, clear lenses… they were really something special. It had never felt this way before.
Potter, Harry.
The roar of sound faded away and left only them as the Hat was slipped onto the Boy’s head, as there was the slightest electric contact of earpiece to brim…