Kurt always wondered about the sorting ceremony. What was the criteria, anyway? Half the sortings didn't seem to make sense to him. He'd seen some good people forced into Slytherin, and he'd seem some downright [i]mean[/i] bastards go into Gryffindor. He wondered if it was on a randomizer of some sort... That would be have to looked into, someday. Assuming he found the time between procrastinating and teaching.
He glanced at the Hufflepuff table. New arrivals arriving at a steady pace, like usual. It was only the other groups that seemed to get much of a change in member influx. He wondered how many of them would take Muggle Studies one day. Maybe one day, in class, he could show off an AK-47, scare the pants off them. That'd be fun. But he'd be kicked out for 'reckless endangerment' or something like that. Decisions, decisions. He chuckled to himself at that thought, and began searching for his friend Terrence. He'd probably get a kick out of the AK-47 idea.