It wasn't often the Sorting Hat questioned it's own decisions. In fact, it couldn't even remember the last time it had, if it ever did. But the moment it echoed out what it knew, instinctively, was the wrong choice it felt regret quickly pile up. The student himself shuddering as he hastily made to take him off of his own head.
The hat's echo of Gryffindor washed over the surprised audience, the professors behind it likely just as bemused.
For whatever reason, when he'd first been placed over the boy's head, his consciousness literally shouting him at to put him anywhere but the house of snakes, had all disappeared the moment he'd spoken. The boy's very demeanour itself turned cold, unnatural-
"Well, father is going to be livid. Everyone knows all the real bigots are supposed to go to Hufflepuff." With his piece said, Sirius Black calmly made his way towards Gryffindor.
The head of Gryffindor kept her expression passive in retort, completelyunamused with her new charge, instead electing to metaphorically burn a hole in him.