Okay, just a small exceprt from Keyla's Sorting:

Keyla~

I sit uncomfortably on the hardwood stool, waiting as the hat is still over by eyes. All I can see is darkness, and a slightly smell of mothballs. The fabric of the hat starts to make my eyelids itchy. A quiet voice speaks in my mind, saying, Hmmm. Have you ever considered seeing a psychyatrist? What? Never mind. Afraid. Plenty of wanting to prove yourself. Deep down in that mix is the potential for bravery. Certainly one to think things though-Wait, what did you mean by that first thing? About the psychyatrist? Yes. I was just pointing out that your mind is rather messed up. Lots of paranoia. I'm not paranoid! Yes, just tell that to the hat that can read your mind like a bad pulp novel. Look, did your parents just not learn to cope with the fact-SHHH, SHHH, someone will hear you! As I said, paranoid. Please don't inturrupt me. It is not my purpose nor place to make personal comments, sorry about that. Hmmm... Pain. Anger, though supressed. Anger at nobody ever accepting you, even your own parents. If this helps, they may get better over time. Guilt at being what you are. Afraid for your new friends. Well, considering everything in all, I think the best choice for you is....... SLYTHERIN!

The last word the hat yells out to the Great hall, making my eardrums feel like they're exploding with the force of its voice.  McGonnagal whisks the hat off my head, and gentley pushes me off the stool towards the Slytherin table. The Slytherins are roaring with approval, and they're all clapping and beaming a lot. I'm feeling overwhelmed by the noise, but stumble to their table, and quickly sit down. 

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Okay actual time-line appropriate post:

Keyla~

The feast was good, but as soon as we get to the Slytherin girl dormitories, Airi has already crashed onto her bed, and is sound alseep immediately. I smile, watching her breath for a few moment, her chest rising up and down gently as she lies on the bed, curled up slightly. I realise after a second that watching my friend sleep is probably considered creepy, so I quickly busy myself with unpacking my trunk. As I unpack the various items fom my luggage, I admire how the dormitory is laid out. Spacious, with plenty of windows, one of which is centered right next to my bed, with moonlight streaming through. My hand comes close to touching the light, and I flinch, quickly drawing my hand away from the moonlight. Even if it's not full moon, I still have an aversion to moonlight, even when it's greenish tinged from traveling uner the Lake to my window. I shudder slightly, and quickly finish folding all my robes and everything. I look around, to see everyone already asleep in their beds, except for Alice, who's sitting on her bed, looking out the window into the Lake. I sigh, and quickly take my robes off, and put my pajamas on. I still don't feel that tired though, the full moon is a few days away, and the closer to the next full moon, the more rested I feel. Then I don't have an actual full night of sleep at the full moon, and then my body has to deal with the repurcusions for the rest of the month. I sigh and rub my eyes. I should still sleep. Timetables will be passed out tomorrow morning.

For a moment I stare at Airi's trunk, open and messy, since she was in the middle of unpacking when she fell alseep. I go over and pull the bedsheets over her, and then move her trunk over so that when she gets up in the morning, she won't trip over it. I get into my bed, already warm from hot water bottles that the house-elves must have put in their. I lie still for a few moment,s thinking over what the hat had said. Disturbing. Troubling. But I push out the thoughts, and settle back to go to sleep. I start to drift off to sleep, still watching the moonlight flicker and play across the green bedsheets.

Then I pull the bedcurtains around me, blocking off the light, and turn over to face the other side.

Nice! Considering there was no post about Alice's experience with the hat, the hat (Boy he just looooves messing with people) might have spread doubt about who she really is in her mind. I like the ambiguety of that last bit.