Dumbledore clasped his hands. "Let the sorting begin!" He shuffled to a old scratched hat. "Do your thing," he murmured. The hat came to life. "I have always been correct, on which house you shall bear. This old cap does a lot of thinking, I'll even make myself swear, if I find a hat, that's smarter than then me....you know how hard that'll be. Gryffindor, where the brave dwell at heart, Slytherin, where the ambitious never part, Hufflepuff, where kindness shines all the way, and Ravenclaw, where wisdom comes to play. My job is to sort everyone to their heart's houses, whether you like it or not, it's part of the tradition." Dumbledore clapped. "Well done! A simple song but an informational one!"