Jake watched the sorting hat do its thing. The hat seemed to almost enjoy this process. His brothers had told him that the hat would sometimes sing when it wanted to get a point across. Usually the point was that everybody needed to be friends and hug it out or something. The message was usually ignored rather quickly. Yet the hat the hat kept on singing and being way too power mad. Jake always thought that the hat liked ruling the destinies of the young wizards. He kept this thought to himself. 

Jake watched the sorting for a bit before he noticed Devlin asking him some questions. Jake thought on the answer for a bit. "Uhh no. No one has ever switched houses. It's not allowed. The Hat looks at your best traits and then sends you to the one that will be the best fit. Like how the hat said I had ambition in my heart to be more than my brothers. It told me that Slytherin might be the best even with my legacy. My uncle Ralph got put in Ravenclaw because he was so smart and he wanted Gryffindor. Use to tell me it was a great fit and said he loved his house. That happens sometimes. " He said looking at his friend smiling. 

" There isn't a program but it usually is a bloodline thing. An ancestor with brave deeds to their name means Gryffindor. Family legend says Godric Gryffindor chose my ancestor for his house. Pure blood and ambition to Slytherin. The other two are not so easy to pin down. If the Hat thought you were right here then this is where you belong. Muggle borns are lucky there. No family pressure with the Houses. " He said hoping the ceremony would be over soon. "The Feast should be soon. Best food you'll ever have or so my brothers say. " Jake said trying to stop Devlin from worrying.