"How do you want to be remembered, and why?"
Margaret felt the hat wriggling around on her head as it spoke, another question? why are you doing this to me? she thought, wishing for the foul thing to be the next thing to burst into flames.

"I don't know, erm... for getting the best grades because then everyone will think I'm clever."

The generic platitude that she spoke did not match her head. She didn't really care about grades, but the other children that had passed seemed to, and she would say anything just to go to her room and be alone. She wanted to be forgotten.