Hogwarts day one had so far been going quite well. She'd made it to the train station on time. She'd established - if not friends than perfectly acceptable acquaintances that she had ridden her boat with instead of being shuffled away with the ragtag loners. And she'd gotten this far an no one had yet noticed Igor. Admittedly- without an older sibling to tell her otherwise - she hadn't realized she wouldn't be able to stash him anywhere prior to the sorting so as she stood awaiting her turn he was wound against her arm under strict orders not to emerge from her sleeve and she'd slip him fish once the feast started.

And then it was her turn, relatively close to the middle of the pack. The Headmaster called her name and without hesitation she stepped forward. There really was no question. She'd either go to Slytherin- her bets - or Ravenclaw like her father.  But right before she reach the hat, Serp froze. Would that hat be able to sense the second presence on her? Would it tell everyone right here and now she'd snuck a snake into the school. While she had no shame in her pet or her abilities, she knew Father didn't like her telling anyone and they'd certainly send Igor home. But refusing made her even more suspicious. So she stepped forwards, turned around, sat on the stool, and let the set the hat on her head. And then it spoke, echoing in her head.

"What is your most treasured memory?"
This one was easy. It was small and golden and she kept it locked away right for moments when she needed it. She pulled out now, so fragile. "I was five. A few days ambefore I had visited Grandpa Barnabas's home. He'd gifted me a snake as a pet. A dragonsnake because he keeps dragons. But the nanny saw and freaked out. She wanted father to get rid of it. But instead I showed him that I could speak to Igor and that he wasn't dangerous. That was the first day Father ever looked at me like i want just some thing but me. Like he was proud I was his daughter."

"Who knows you best, and why?"
"Igor," Tinnie stated almost before the hat had even finished voicing the question. "I do know he is just a snake but we tell each other everything. He hears everything that happens to me first. And he's quite good at offering advice." She frowned, and her nose pinched. "Or does it have to be a human? If it has to be a human, then Nanny knows me best. She's always been there."

"How would you describe yourself?"
This time her answer wasn't immediately and she wondered just exactly how the hat worked. Would it see everything in her head? Or only hear what she intentionally told it. Because she didn't want to admit she was desperate for attention or insecure. No, she wanted to present herself differently. She wasn't going to admit that. How weak she was. "I'm clever. I want to know everything. I watch everything. I know how to behave. I want to be in control. And I want what I want."

"Describe your perfect day from start to finish."
She was less sure about this question. These questions really hadn't been what she'd been expecting. Really, she'd figured the Hat would just know, no prompting needed. She really hadn't thought she'd need to think so much. "I would want gypsy toast," Tinnie started. (She felt absolutely redicoulus for telling a hat what she wanted for breakfast. It was a hat!) "With powdered sugar. We have a head cook but I like when my maid makes them better because she makes it sweeter. And then I take the train with to visit Grandpa Barnabas. He sometimes treats me like a baby which is annoying, but he always acts like I'm important. He shows me all the dragons. And he likes me more than he likes my brothers. So there is that too. For the best day, I get to play with the babies. And then I go home and have dinner with Father and Mother before going to bed."

"What class are you most excited about? Why?"
"In regards to what I can take this year?" she asked before falling scilent but the hat didn't answer. "I'm looking forwards to transfiguration because I think it has the most potential uses. And I think I'd quite like to do well in something Father likes, so I look forwards to taking that as well so I can impress him." There was a common reoccuring theme in her answers that she hated to admit and kind of hoped the hat didn't pick up. Her desire to impress her father. But surely everyone here wanted that to? To feel important - needed - to their family? "Eventually? I want to take Care of Magical Creatures. I know it isn't ladylike but it has the best chance of talking about dragons."