You receive the Sorting Hat from Harry Potter who spits small pieces of paper at you while he screams, "GRYFFINDOR!!" repeatedly
*inserts lamp*
"Everybody stares, as she goes by 'Cause they can see theflamethat's in her eyes Watch her when she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby,burn,baby"
More than anything she wanted the world to be uncomplicated, for right and wrong to be as easily divided as the black and white sections of an Oreo. But the world was not a cookie. — Roshani Chokshi, Aru Shah and the Tree of Wishes