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Food could easily wait but she had to know which House he may have been placed in. Even though she had been in Gryffindor, she would be happy to be the Head of any House so she didn't necessarily think Gabrail would be sorted in Slytherin but she thought that was another possibility. Maybe even Hufflepuff? While Durmstrang was known for cranking out badass witches and wizards, she didn't know what his core trait was. Was he creative, cunning, loyal or resourceful? Fianna couldn't eat until she figured out the new mystery. Once they reached the gargoyle, she gave the password and they were allowed entry.

Once out of the rotating circular stone staircase, they headed over to where the sorting hat was sitting on the shelf. Looking to Gabrial and then to the sorting hat, she let out a dry chuckle. "Be nice." She playfully chided them both. As the male observed the object, she let out a sigh, her hands now on her hips as he began to hypothesize about how the hat came to be. It didn't take long for him to consider it to be some kind of potion. "Yeah...I hate to tell you this but the founders simply bewitched it." Fianna told him, probably having to burst his potion-fueled bubble.

"If ya were really sorry, you'd buy me a drink." Fianna teased him with a wink.

"Oi, be gentle with the hat, it's old as hell." She added. "As old as this school."

Gabrial then decided to really make things interesting with a bet. "Hmm?" She cocked her head to the side, her hair swishing across her back. "You don't know there are two other Houses." She pointed out with a smirk. "What if you're sorted into one of them?" The woman paused for a moment. "I am willing to bet on Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. And you're on, let's see what you're made of." He was witty and creative, two traits of Ravenclaw that were often overlooked for the more serious Ravenclaws. But a lot of Raveclaws had spirited debates and weren't anti-social at all.

Pressing her lips together took a step back. "I know he's a teacher but I was hoping you could sort him anyway." She told the sorting hat. Fianna had to wonder though, if she lost, what would he ask of her? She already knew what she wanted from him and was crossing her fingers quite openly that she was the victor. Of course if their Headmaster found them in her office, she was sure it would look quite bad for the new blood, Gabrial so she knew they had to hurry back soon. 

The hat hummed thoughtfully before grumbling a reply, "I shall."