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Sorting Ceremony 2026

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Evaira squeezed Edmund's hand as he went off to get sorted, and she released her tense grip on him. She watched as the Professor put the pointed hat on her brother's head, and clapped when he was sorted. She was nervous, but her nerves had never gotten the best of her yet. She had her pale hands clasped together in front of her, and watched as her brother walked down off of the platform to join his house. Her bright blue eyes were fixed on her brother, whose eyes, in turn, were staring right back at her. She changed her gaze from her twin, to the Professor who held a large piece of parchment in their hands. "Houghman, Evaira." The professors' voice called out, and she took a breath, and walked towards the wooden stool, sitting down on it, staring out at her schoolmates. She didn't care which house she was sorted into; she didn't know much about any of them anyway.
She shrugged as the Professor placed the brown, sagging hat on her head.

"Don't care, huh? Well, you should. Regardless of you caring, though, you're still a RAVENCLAW!"
 
Edmund waited as the other students got sorted, going into the various houses. He was anxious, and curious to see where he would be placed, though he didn't have a preference. He held his sister's hand, and looked back at her. She seemed sort of stunned, as though this was taking longer to get to her head than she expected. The student in front of him got called, and sorted, and Edmund was beginning to get a little excited. He enjoyed the spotlight, and was ready for his turn, though he was nervous for his sister. The student got sorted, and joined their housemates.

"Houghman, Edmund." The professor called out, turning their attention to him. He looked back at his sister, and whispered, "You'll be okay, Sparrow." And he felt her squeeze his hand as she let go of her tight grip. He walked up to the three-legged stool and sat down. The professor placed the large, brown hat on his head.

"You should be more than 'ok' if you're going to be a great GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Emily blinked. She was at Hogwarts. Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hogwarts. "AWESOME." she grinned. She was wearing her bright pink wig today. It looked like normal hair dyed pink, and Emily hadn't heard any 'no hair dying' rules. She tugged on her robes, feeling annoyed at the unfamiliar garments. She didn't like the uniform one little bit. It was boring. There was and absence of the neon colours that Emily adored. She sighed and looked down at her feet. She had somehow managed to lose her uniform shoes on the train, so Emily was wearing her dark blue converse. Maybe nobody would notice?

Emily yawned, covering her mouth with her hand. She had barely slept last night. Aunt Sally had been worrying about Emily. Aunt Sally had given Emily a list before the girl had gone to Hogwarts. It was a list of things Emily was forbidden to do at Hogwarts. Emily was determined to do every single thing that the list forbid her from doing. With the possible exception of Number 32: Setting the school on fire. Aunt Sally knew about Emily's obsession with fire and explosives. Emily loved making things explode. She had been banned from attending any fireworks shows because of her habit of ruining them for everyone. Emily didn't get it. Why didn't people like the pretty explosives?

Emily shifted restlessly. She hated standing still. "Rayne, Emily!" Emily's 4"2 frame shot to the front of the line. The tiny girl made her way to the Sorting Hat and sat on the stool. "Hiya." she greeted the hat. "Please do not put me in Hufflepuff. I want to be in Gryffindor, like my sister." Emily said firmly.

"What's wrong with Helga's house? If it weren't for them, Hogwarts would be a war zone more than a school, and never very cheerful at all. Well, regardless, you're not a Hufflepuff. You're definitely a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Emmaline stood quietly amongst the other first years about to be sorted. Gulping she glanced around, was it just her or was everyone looking at her? Feeling a little paranoid she took up an intrest in her srcuffy sneakers. She just wanted this whole sorting ordeal to be over so she could start learning. Shaking slightly she tried to find her older sister in the group of second years, unable to find her she waited nervously for her name to be called.

"Stewart, Emmaline."

Emmaline hesitated for a moment to see if there was anyone else named Emmaline Stewart before walking shakily towards the hat. Her face was a slight shade of green as she took her seat on the stool, she caught her sisters eye who gave her a thumbs up before her eyes disappeared under the rim of the hat.
Hardly daring to breath she thought, "Please put my in Ravenclaw! I love to learn, and study! Please?"

"Ravenclaw isn't just about studying and learning. It's about innate Wisdom, too, not just intellect. I'm not sure you're wise like Ravenclaw. You'd be a perfectly splendid Hufflepuff - kind, and considerate. Always trusting and loyal. No? Alright then, but you'd better prove yourself. RAVENCLAW!"
 
Jake walked into the great hall, The well lit room made him cringe while he tried to focus on the sight infront of him.The aura of excitment entered him when he noticed the sea of students in all years chatting and conversing about their holidays. He smiled as he walked towards the front of the great hall with the group of students he was in. He smiled as they drifted closer to the table at the end of the hall where the professors and headmaster were sitting. He thought about wether or not he should talk to the students next to him and decided not to so his wonderful first impression of the school would not be ruined. The group of unsorted students arrived at the stool. Jake looked at his feet and waited for his name to be called. He hearda professor call "Jacob Simpson." He looed up and walked cautiously towards the stool. He sat on it and felt the hat being put on his head. he anxiously waited for the hats decision.

"You're smart, but you're always making sure you get what you want - looking out for yourself. You're certainly a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Stanene stepped through the doors of Hogwarts New Zealand with a huge sense of pride. Through his step brothers, he had heard so much about Hogwarts. The reality was finally hitting him now that he was going to experience it all for himself. He followed the line of first years slowly through the Main Entrance and into the Great Hall. He could have never imagined this. In front of him was a massive hall, absolutely buzzing with the talking, laughter and excitement of students. The four house tables were full of students in their house colours. He glanced between the tables, fixing his sight on the blue uniformed students. Scanning up and down the long table, he saw his step brother and started waving excitedly. His brother wasn't looking and Stanene stopped waving, embarrassed by the pretty girl beside him giving him an odd look. The line of students came to a stop and he realised everyone was taking seats at the front of the hall. He quickly sat down and looked towards to the hat sitting on the chair in front of all the fresh first years.

One by one, all of the students was called up to put on the hat. Stanene looked around, realising that nearly everyone had been sorted already. As he cursed his father for leaving him with a name resting so far into the alphabet, he heard the call. "Wolfhausen, Stanene!"

Stanene stood up and walked towards that hat. He lifted the hat, turned around, and sat on the chair. He sat stunned for a second before putting it on, as he realised every pair of eyes in the hall was on him. The sorting hat covered his eyes. He had heard a lot about this hat. His oldest step brother claimed to have sat there for 10 minutes while the hat deliberated where he was going to be put. Stanene prayed that it would be quicker for him.

"10 minutes? Hardly. Maybe 10 minutes for him to process what I told him. You, though... You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Kerrani was shaking, her face pale. Her friends comforted her, but it wasn't enough to keep her from feeling faint. She gasped air in, trying not to imagine herself collapsing in front of everyone.
Her name was called.
'Austin, Kerrani.'
She was one of the first to be called up, which she was pleased about. She slowly stood up, and the great hall fell silent as she trembled, taking small steps towards the stool. The sorting hat was waiting for her. And so was everyone else. She turned to face the hall, a sea of faces staring up at her. Sitting down, the hat was placed on her head. Kerrani tried not to cry. What if she was put in Slytherin? She wouldn't be able to live with that.
Breathing in deeply, she wiped a tear from her cheek. She didn't understand what she was so scared or upset about. She just was.
As the sorting hat began to speak, Kerrani closed her eyes.
Don't put me in Slytherin, please Mr. Sorting Hat, she begged in her mind, and hoped it could hear her pleas.

"What's wrong with Slytherin? They're smart people, too. You're really overreacting to this whole thing. Well, I suppose I'd hate to make you unable to live with yourself - you kind of have to. So you'll find a home in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Alexis grinned. It was finally her turn to be sorted, after what seemed like a year. Sticking her nose in the air, she stood up and sauntered over to the stool. She sat down, looking out over the faces as though she was better than them. Her smile turned to a scowl as she thought about how dirty the sorting hat was, but she let it fade to the back of her mind as she thought about what house she would be put into.
Just get it right, ok? She said inaudibly to the sorting hat. 'Losers.' She muttered at the smiling children below her, as the sorting hat began to speak.

"I'd love to know how you, easily the ugliest mind I've been in today, could tell me, a hat with more magic, and indeed personality, than you'll ever know, whether I got your sorting right. Now just stop your idiotic thoughts and listen:

SLYTHERIN!"
 
Oscar looked around at the others students as they waited to be sorted. He didn't have an older brother or sister to tell him what to expect, and was fascinated by the floating candles, pumpkins, and general atmosphere of Hogwarts. He hoped this would be a fresh start. That people would see him for what he was, rather than what they chose to believe.
His parents had never attended a magical school, instead finding they had special abilities on their own. Once they were older, they had found out why, seeking books for their answers, but nether could help Oscar in what he was going to go through.
"Viawn. Oscar" He heard his name being called. Taking the steps in a surprisingly calm manner, Oscar then took a seat on the stool, and felt the hat being placed on his head. He closed his eyes, almost willing the hat to place him in the one it thought was best for him. He couldn't see himself in any of the houses, but he supposed the Ravenclaw's would be easiest to get along with. He waited patiently while the hat made up it's mind..

"Ravenclaw? No, no. Not you. You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
The group of unsorted students walk toward the great hall and Darla was definitely in it. The little girl's eyes wander around the castle as she saw in it awe. Not only that it was big but it was antique as well. She had never seen something like the castle even though her Manor was big as well. Just then they stop in front of a huge wooden door which was opened. Little Darla stop and held her head high, she was one of the shortest, this was the reason why she couldn't see what was in front of her. A lot of students were taller than her and they were covering her view. Darla narrowed her eyes as she stood beside the line not caring if the professor was going to be mad at her or if other students will copy her. She wanted to see what was going on in front not being blocked by other people.

Just then she was called out loud

Darla Kuang

Darla thought she was in trouble but she would explain them that she couldn't see what was in front of her. But no, she wasn't, she was going to be sorted. A small smile appear on her face as she walk toward the front of the hall and sat on the chair proudly as the hat was placed on her head. My pleasure to be sorted by you, sir The girl said in her head. A second after that she placed her fingers on her laps as she started on tapping her fingers impatiently curious on where she was going to be sorted.

"You're a tough one. You could be a Ravenclaw... but the way you treat other people and desire to be the centre of attention points to perhaps another house. Hmmm... Well, you'll change and learn some lessons. I suppose RAVENCLAW!"
 
Sasori entered the Great Hall. The very hall all the unsorted students were going to be sorted and the seventh years as they graduate. Sasori and the other students stopped in front of a woman calling the names, a stool and which they call the Sorting Hat. They were being called one by one. Not soon enough, Sasori's name followed since his last name began with the letter A. "Akasun, Sasori" the woman called out. He came up and sat on the stool. The woman placed the Hat gently on his head. He sat there quietly and thought, "Gryffindor, Gryffindor, please.". He waited for the Sorting Hat's decision.

"Gryffindor? No, no. I'm sorry, but that just isn't you. Your sense of adventure and bravery just aren't as keen as you'd like them to be. No, you're a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Amalia walked through the entrance hall with the other first year students on their way to be sorted. She hadn't really know what that meant and had needed to ask one of the other students. At first they had looked at her like she was a mutant but eventually given her the answer she had been looking for. They got put into different 'houses' and that each house was associated with a certain type of personality. It sounded scary, so final. Amalia had never been the best with change especially not when it was something so final like which house she would be in for the next seven years of her life.

She swallowed nervously as the group finally reached the doors to the great hall, everything here looking so...well, magical was the only way she could think to describe it, yet that seemed silly since that was exactly what the school was, a school of magic. Being that her last name was Bridgeton, she was standing near the very from of the line and had a good view of the giant doors as they swung open to reveal a room full of students and professors, all seated at different places in the hall, waiting to hear the news of who would join their tables. Letting out a slow and nervous breath she followed the shuffling line into the room, allowing her eyes to wander around the place. It was beautiful, but it was also frightening, in all of her life Amalia had never seen anything quite like this, she wasn't even sure if there was anything else that was quite like this. The whole room took her breath away, the decor the way the ceiling looking like a night sky with candles floating in it.

Then the room fell silent as the sorting hat was brought out. A hat? Really... that had not been what she'd thought they would use to determine which house you were going to be associated with for the rest of your life. It seemed like a major decision and it was in the hands of...a hat? Amalia groaned quietly looking down at the ground as she heard the first student called up. Slowly but surely the line all made their way through and got sorted into their respective houses. By the time Amalia heard her name called she was almost frozen in place, afraid to even take a step forward. Before she had the chance to turn around and run the other way one of the professors was ushering her forward and seating her on the stool in front of the whole room.She closed her eyes and bit her lip nervous awaiting to hear what her destiny would be.

"A girl? Receiving an education is a major task and we're leaving it up to a girl? You're quite the silly one, aren't you? I'm a magical hat, and I'm sure your parents mentioned me. So stop gaping and let me do my job. Hmmm... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Akio was nervous of what's to come when he enters the great big oak doors of the great hall, he doesn't know what to do or anything as Akio's parents didn't go to Hogwarts Main or even here. His parents graduated at Salem Witches Institute at Massachusetts, the two big oak doors opened and revealed thousands of students waiting to be seen the sorting ceremony. The group started to walked in two straight lines, the hall was gorgeous and big, it was bigger than their sports complex where him and his sister plays Tennis and all sort of stuffs to be play with.

Once the group of new students came into a stop, Akio looked everywhere to familiars the older students when he saw a girl in their group, she was so pretty. Akio noticed that his name was called and the headmistress was calling it like five times already, "Hideyoshi, Akio." The headmistress called the last time and he walked straight at the tall stool and sat facing the people in front of the podium. The hat was put on his head slowly and felt the sensation that someone is on his head. The thing being here is awesome, I don't know how to start when I'm sorted. I wish I get sorted, I don't care what house I am, I just need friends tht will take me and accept me for whom I am Akio spoke to his mind and smiled.

"Acceptance will be found in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Sarah had bade a cruel farewell to Kowhai, tearing each of the younger students down before her departure. It was definately her kind of goodbye-party, she mused. And now the girl was heading to Hogwarts, to learn all she could about magic. The idea hardly excited her. In fact all she wanted to do was find more ways to wreak havoc, and maybe make Jaydi cry. Sarah had done it before, and she'd do it again at the drop of a pin. The huge wooden doors opened in front of Sarah, as she stood straight-backed ahead of all the other first-years. She moved on, into the corridor, the hall, the stage. "Richards, Sarah." She stepped towards the seat, and the hat dropped onto her head.

"I do enjoy easy decisions. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Corey stood in the huge hall which was humming with the voices of other excited students ready to be sorted in to their future house. He was making his way to the front so that he could hear when his name was called, not wanting to be the last one called or the one who misses his turn because he was too distracted by other things.

Once in the front few rows he folded his arms across his cheat as he noted all the students around him. He wondered which would be his friends and which would be the ones who would make his life horrible. He had no doubts there would be a lot of people doing that, there always was.

As he heard his name being called Corey began to scoot passed people so that he could get to the front where the hat would be placed on to his head. He sat down anxiously on the wooden stool and waited for the Professor to place the hat on his head. When this happened it slipped down his head and covered his eyes so his sight turned black. He held his breath as he listened to the hat and listened for the key word which he wanted to hear. The word which would tell him where he woul be for the rest of his school life.

"Your spark of energy and appreciation of being honest puts you in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Amanda felt butterflies in her stomach. She had been looking forward to this day for so long and now that it was right in front of her, she didn't believe it. She used all of her senses to remember what it was like. It looked magnificent, the whole hall. She looked up at the long house tables. She wondered which one she would be sitting at. She wasn't sure what it smelled like. And taste wasn't necessary. She heard all the names called, waiting for her own. Amanda heard her name called ("Pike, Amanda!") and she felt the eyes of the other students on her as she walked up to the sorting hat. She bit her lip. She sat down and felt the hat placed on her head. "Hello, sorting hat," she said. "Just want to tell you that I've been waiting forever to be sorted. And wherever you put me, I'll be fine. So thanks a bunch." Amanda shut her eyes and waited for the hat to determine what house she belonged in.

"I'm glad to hear you were excited for sorting. Here's the climax for you: RAVENCLAW!"
 
Anna scowled in annoyance as she walked into the room. She wasn't looking forward to the Sorting one little bit. She was mad that she had to go to this stupid school and mad at herself for not putting up more of a fight. Sure, she had smashed her uncle's car, the tv and about six of the windows in the house. And she had also locked herself in her room. But stupid Cassie had picked the lock. Anna hated her cousin. Stupid Squib wasn't good for anything. Anna didn't have anything against Squibs, but Cassie was just so annoyed. She acted as if it was a good thing that she had no magic powers. "Ugh." Anna looked at the Hufflepuff table. They all looked like happy little freaks. Anna smirked at them. The Gryffindors looked like they were 'all that'. You aren't so cool. Anna thought, her smirk still on her face. The Slytherins looked stupid too, like they were also full of themselves. She wondered about Ravenclaws. Anna liked books and reading, and she did like learning. "Key, Anna." Anna walked up to the sorting hat. "Okay, here's the deal. You put me in whatever house I want to be in." Anna didn't mention the fact that she wasn't sure what house she wanted to be in...

"No, here's the deal. You shut all your orifices and hope I don't put you on garbage duty for the next seven years. Sound good? I thought so too. Now... which house should you be in? Slytherin would be an obvious choice for anybody else... and Hufflepuff would teach you a lesson or two... but your sense of adventure barely wins out. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Gen looked around the massive room with a look of pure terror on her face. Being possibly the smallest in the room, Gen was afraid of being trampled by the taller students. She weaved to the front of the line and waited for her name to be called. She was happy to be at Hogwarts, but she already missed home. Gen watched carefully for the words "Bailey, Genevieve Ava" to be said by the woman at the front of the room. She hoped she wouldn't miss it. Her name was called, and Gen sighed with relief and walked up to the hat. "Any house you see fit." she told the hat as it was placed on her head.

"Well you're smart... but a love of learning isn't evident here. Not at all. Hmmm... how about... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
'We aren't in Kansas anymore' thought Karah as she filed into the Great Hall of Hogwarts towards her future. The knowledge that a hat, a very out-spoken and intelligent hat, was going to change her life for better or for worse brought her back into her five year old self when she wanted to be with her mommy while she chewed on her hair as a relaxent but that was not today. Karah had promised herself that she would stay away from the bad habits until at least the third day because as much as she didn't car what people thought of her, she also didn't want to be looked at in disgust.

As the line went down, Karah was thankful that no one from Clovelly could see her like this, a shaking, idiot version of the Karah Green that people hated to see coming their way for various reasons. Karah was also thankful that her name started with a G and not a Z or an A because that would be too much for stress, even for her. But when her name was finally called, Karah wanted nothing more than to melt into the ground just to disappear but she tilted her proud chin up and walked forward, counting her steps as she did so to avoid the prying eyes of the students until she sat down and the sorting hat was placed on her head.

"Bossy, daring, not very selfish, and adventurous? Godric had some more brains than you... but regardless, you're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Kate was with her stepsister in the great hall. She was very exasperated whenever she was thinking of it but then, she had no choice. She had no friends in her new school. She wasn't talking to her stepsister. She was walking ahead of her. When her name was called, she walked towards the spot where the hat was placed on her head. When the hat talked, she was surprised. Her face was unpredictable and she felt a little nervous. She was looking directly where her stepsister's place and she gave her a smile. For the first time, she smiled back to her.

"You tend to look out for yourself first of all, which puts you in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Yossarian wasn't entirely sure whether he should be looking as nervous as everyone else was. He had a peculiar feeling in his stomach that he didn't often have that was akin to anticipation. It wasn't like the next few moments would shape the course of the next seven years of his life at Hogwarts. He swallowed and frowned to himself. It was going to be interesting, spending so long in the company of other people his age and beyond. Even as an only child, he'd never felt the need for extra company, and now he had no choice in the matter. For the first time since stepping into the Great Hall, he wished he was at home. Not that being where he was wasn't incredibly thrilling, it was just the simple matter of change that made him irritable. Flexibility is a virtue, he told himself firmly. This is exactly what you've been waiting for. Wasn't it?

"Magonus, Yossarian!"

Yossarian closed his eyes. They always pronounced it wrong on the first go. Had they gotten to the M's already? He tucked his hands into the pockets of his jeans beneath the school robes he wore and trudged up to the front of the room where the hat sat on its stool, disconcertingly silent. He paused to consider the batted article just a moment before sitting down. Well. How about that. A hat. he said to himself. Oh well. He'd seen funnier things in his own household when his mother let a charm go awry so that the cooking pot began singing 'London Bridge'. He felt very small when the hat slipped over his eyes and Yossarian instinctively straightened and felt a little better. Then came the uncertainty. What would his mother think if the hat put him in Slytherin like his father was? It was basically all he knew about the stranger that had sired him, but she'd often said that he was a lot like him, in looks and in character. But mothers always said things like that. How could he be either Gryffindor or Slytherin, two supposedly opposed houses that had been bickering with each other since, well, Hogwarts began?
Yossarian's heat began to thump. Surely ... surely the hat would know. It had to.

"Might as well be GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Charlotte bit her lip as she walked into the great hall. She felt small, even though she was quite tall for an eleven year old. She looked down at her scuffed shoes. They had been Natasha's a few years ago, which was why they weren't brand new. Her whole uniform was going to be made up of hand-me-downs from various cousins. Charlotte was taller than most of her relatives, so it was hard to find clothes to fit her. Charlotte wished that she could just buy a new uniform, but it was too expensive. Charlotte hoped she wouldn't be teased about it.

Charlotte worried about her appearance a lot more than a regular eleven year old should. She had always been that way, and probably would always be. Charlotte hoped that she wouldn't have to wear her icky uniform all the time. She waited for her name to be called. Her surname started with 'B', so it would be called out pretty early. But to Charlotte it felt like a lifetime. "Bell, Charlotte." Charlotte walked up to the Sorting Hat. She sat down and waited to be put into a house. She said nothing to the hat, she didn't need to. Charlotte didn't know what house she wanted, so she had no preferences.

"Finally, a child who I can actually sort. Now, let's see... yes, I thought so. You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Tegan walked into the hall. She looked around and saw that everyone else knew someone already, unlike her. She felt awkward standing on her own. Tegan watched as people walked up and an old hat yelled out their house placement. She assumed it was charmed with the ability to see what people are like in order to place them.

As Tegan was called up she was still speculating just how old and powerful the hat was. Unlike most people her age, shown by some of the previous people who had been on the stool she was now on, Tiggs loved old things. They must have seen loads of memories go by, not to mention how tough they'd have to be to get that old. Hello mr hat. She greeted the hat and waited for it's decision.

"Hello, Tegan. Hmm... Well, you'd better hurry off to RAVENCLAW!"
 
Ava Bell was feeling a little nervous but she wasn't about to let it show. Mom had told her that the people here would be friendly, and Ava had believed her at the time. Now she wasn't so sure, looking at the Slytherin table. They seemed scary... Ava hoped that she wouldn't be sorted into Slytherin. She wanted to be in Hufflepuff, even though she had been told that they were the leftovers. She didn't think that was true. Even if it was, Ava was always picked last for everything so it didn't matter. "Bell, Ava" Ava's name was called pretty early, much to her horror. She walked up to the sorting hat and waited to be sorted.

"Hufflepuff? Well, perhaps you could fit there. They accept all - but you don't quite conform to Helga's mold. Your sense of adventure and desire to be noticed tell me you belong with GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Michael trudged through the great hall, his petite figure allowing him to slip through the crowd almost un-noticed. Wearing his brother's hand me downs he felt as though he was a misplaced person, as though he had been put in the wrong shoes, the wrong cloak, the wrong everything. All he wanted to do was break out, though his family had been through so much in the past month he hardly knew what he could do but be a good little boy, for his mother's sake at least. Though he was away from Germany now his problems still followed him, the few days before Hogwarts had been no different from any other, his eldest brother had taunted him, the middle brother deciding to join in before his father entered the room, his very presence sending his brothers running. His mother had cried, and he had written poetry.

But this day was different, he was at Hogwarts and being in the great hall only made him feel smaller, he had always been small for his age but this was ridiculous. Slumping into his seat it wasn't long before the A's and the early B's had been called and it was his time. Berg, Michael. He heard across the excitable crowd. Scuttling from his seat like a timid mouse, he made his way up to the sorting hat. The very thought that a hat would decide on his fate for the next seven years astounded him beyond belief. As he sat down and placed the hat on his head he seemed to become lost in it. Please place me where I belong. He thought, Michael had done his research, read all of the books and he had a feeling that he belonged in blue, with Rowena Ravenclaw, and he knew that the hat would make the right decision.

" 'Please place [you] where [you] belong?' Really? That's m job. I was thinking Ravenclaw but saying that... that's nearly Hufflepuff material. Don't like that, huh? Well, try to think before you... think. At least when you're under me. Fine then. RAVENCLAW!"
 
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