"I wouldn't mind being a Hufflepuff," Billy was laughing at his tour guide as he rolled them up the ramp into the museum. "The good looking martyr was in Hufflepuff in the fourth one." He also didn't mind being Dork McAllister, either. The silly multicolored tomes had been good friends to him ever since he'd regained the ability to turn a page, and he sort of felt he owed Harry Potter for sticking around. It was a whim he kept to himself, however. The elevator dinged and Billy wheeled himself (a little awkwardly, as the gap between elevator and floor was pretty wider) out onto the Harry Potter floor. He was amused as hell.
He gave the Hat-guy a friendly sideways look and then shook his head at Vince before the (obviously wired) hat got plopped on his head. The speakers announced (rather tinnily, honestly) "GRYFFINDOR!" Billy was left looking surprised, bemused, and altogether very un-Harry-like. "Don't recall ever doing anything particularly brave," he confided in Vince, as he rolled away from the chair that he hadn't used. "That thing ever announce anybody as Slytherin? 'Cuz that would be hilarious."