"I possess many talents." Ava said boldly. "They are skills you need to have in my time, for hunting when you need to, or defending yourself. Even young girls are tought with a bow, should they need it. Sword play is mostly expected of the males of our time, but I'm fairly certain that I could best them at what I do." Ava was a proud girl, and that was obvious in the way that she spoke about things. She knew enough about politeness and etiquette to know how to act like a lady, but enough about sword player and dark magic to never be the victimn of another persons anger.
"I've seen some books about them, and its funny to me, how fantastical they make them seem. They are people, people who are brilliant and who have done well for themselves, but there just the same as anyone else. They have mood swings, and bad days, they don't go parading around on unicorns or anything," Though she did suddenly find herself giggling at the image of her father and Godric on shining unicorns.
She paused then, with a tilt of her head. She did not know what a 'sorting hat' was, nor what it looked like, but she was curious now. "I am afraid I'm not sure what you're speaking of. What does it sort?"