Annabeth Chase sat on the stool and McGonagall placed the sorting hat on her head.

A voice hummed in her hear, 'Hmm… Smart beyond measure…Cunning but kind… Brave… Dear me, almost as hard as Potter… Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, that is the question…'

"Look, I can tell that this will take a while, so why don't I sit down at the Gryffindor table, while you contemplate where you are going to put me?" Annabeth replied to the hat.

Annabeth put the hat on the stool. Everyone in the great hall was watching. Everyone was confused. Startled even. The hat hadn't shouted out a name, so why did she take it off? Annabeth walked over to Dumbledore, eyes on her back. The great hall experienced something it never had before, silence. She turned around and sat down next to her boyfriend, Percy Jackson. He had been sorted into Gryffindor, for obvious reasons.

The Gryffindors gave a half-hearted applause. No one cheered.

Percy leaned over to her, "What happened up there?"

"Well," She answered quietly, "My mother = Ravenclaw, My Personality = Gryffindor. The hat isn't sure which house to put me in, so I told it to think about it."

"What house are you staying in now?"

"I am going to try Ravenclaw for a week and Gryffindor for a week and see which one works better."

Percy nodded, and dived into the blue Jell-O.