Sorting Ceremony: Y16

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Tybalt Archer was a small boy. He would be one of the more elder people in his year, yet he would be one of the smallest. At 11, Tybalt had hoped for a growth spurt, but little had happened in terms of his height. It had never bothered him, it had bothered those around him, which had in turn bothered him. Not being tall enough had meant he wasn't good enough, but that was behind Tybalt now. He was eleven, finally eleven and he was at magical school, something he'd been looking forward to since his mama had first made a stream of bright light appear from an odd looking stick. The tales she had told him of it, had filled his mind with many ideas of what it would be like. Now, after all that time he was at a magical school, with an odd looking stick of his own about to embark upon what would be the greatest experience of his life. Well, that was what his mama always claimed. His da had always found it hard to understand how it could be so important, but he was proud of his son, proud of the little Archer who would be the sole to carry on the name. The only male Archer left in the lastest generation, the only one of that generation to be completely colourblind. Tybalt was looking forward to this school for many reasons, mostly that it would differ from his muggle school before. The last school he had attended had been in a small town in Georgia, in the United States of America. The town he'd grown up, and the town his mama's family had spent years in. It was a close knit community, people talked a lot and yet school had been terrible for Tybalt, he'd had difficulty reading, difficulty writing and he'd always been the smallest boy. He was a shy little boy who didn't always know how to talk to people. It also hadn't helped that him and his da were the two colourblind people of the town or that his mama had been the one who left mysterious at the start of September for some school they never got the name of. Nor that Archer's were new to town, and the town wasn't all too friendly with outsiders who'd married in and weren't from the south. All in all, the day the entire family had packed the family SUV and driven up to the airport to leave once and for all had been the greatest day of his life. Tybalt didn't know how to be with Hogwarts. He felt excitement, and he was also petrified. What would it be like? What would he learn? What wonders would he see? Hogwarts would open doors for him, no longer restricting him to a small mundane life in a town where all magic would have to be hidden. He was glad to be there, but his small stature didn't give him a lot of confidence for this first year. He stood at slightly smaller than all the other people he'd be in classes with from here on out. All the colourblind pre-teen wanted to do was have a better experience of here than he had had of the previous muggle school. Which he would only find out later, or as soon as he was put into a house. Tybalt knew of all the things he was nervous about, the whole sorting process literally made his knees shake. It made his heart hammer in his chest, so much so he could hear it in his ears. The steady beat of his heart pushing blood through his body at a quickening pace each time his mind lingered on the topic of sorting. Where would be end up? Happy was what his parents would be wherever he was placed, he just wanted somewhere good. Somewhere that suited what he needed.

The problems of the sorting was purely in not knowing what he was really like. He hadn't really discovered who he was. He didn't know if he was brave enough, smart enough, sly enough or even hard working enough. He knew he wasn't brave. That much was true, he would run from his bullies, climb up trees and hide in places most wouldn't even give a thought to. This all didn't mean things ended well for him, but when he could be ran. He didn't think he was sly, or self serving, he hoped he wasn't. He was hard working, he worked very hard but he didn't think it would be enough to get him through to that house and then he didn't think he was smart enough. Not by a long shot. Although this was very untrue. Tybalt was smart, he was the kind of guy who worked hard for what he could achieve and so would in the end achieve what he wanted. He worked and he got it. So he figured he was one of two, hufflepuff or ravenclaw. While he secretly desired Gryffindor. In the end, he was just looking to keep his head down and just get some friends. Really anyone who was willing to talk to him would be good. Anyone who wasn't just completely wrapped up in bullying him. Tybalt Archer had what his da claimed as the Archer luck. No matter how hard they'd pushed against the bullying in the first days nothing had been done. The Archer luck was not good luck, in fact in batches much like a stream. The colourblind pre-teen's first experience of this bad luck was the time he'd had his nose broken. It left a small dent and it was pretty obvious he'd had his nose broken, pretty obvious to anyone looking at him. This however was because he'd been elbowed in the face in the playground when he'd been about six. From then on a steady flow of terrible luck had followed. Obviously it had not been horrible, just bad enough that he somewhat believed. Tybalt was just hoping for something less like bad luck here. Hogwarts would be a new leaf for him. He just needed to do well. He just really wishing for something better than before. Tybalt was aware that he was pretty much in the centre of the group of people, and that his robes were the only ones trailing on the floor. He had to stand on the tips of his toes to see near the front. He moved his fringe slightly away from his eyes. Tybalt wrung his hands nervously as the doors opened in front of them. He took a deep breath. His hands were sweating heavily. His heart was beating hard in his chest. He was breathing heavily and just trying to keep seeing what he was meant to be seeing. Tybalt stumbled slightly as the crowd got moved forward. As they were made to move forward. He was soon lost in the crowd. He couldn't really see over people's heads. The crowd moved to the front of the hall, he pushed though to the front and stood. He wanted to see it. All of it was amazing a huge table of professor, a huge hall. The head mistress was first to speak, then the hat sang a song. Tybalt did a double take. A hat, sung a song. He couldn't believe it. Would that be what magic was like all the time? Then the names started being called. He knew he would be first. He had a second name with A.

"Archer, Tybalt"

His body was shaking as he heard his name. He looked up and nervously stepped forward. He kept his eyes on the floor and then made his way to the chair. He sat down, for a brief few seconds his bright blue, (another gene passed through the Archer's males), eyes washed over the hall. It was huge, it was amazing. It was perfect. He'd be fine he knew it. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the hat was placed upon on his head.​
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"Gryffindor, hmm? You know, any other hat would put you in Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff on the spot. But I can see you being there - being a Gryffindor. The whole romantic ideal of what Gryffindor stands for could be you, and there's not even a chance at that unless I put you there to become a lion. So you have it, sir: <SIZE size="150">GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Elsa stood proud, her head held high, next to Daisy and Charlie. Unlike the other two, she was not nervous in the slightest. After all, she'd been waiting for this day for a long time. Having to ride a boat to the grounds had helped - Elsa had been like an eager puppy, grinning and beaming madly the whole way over. And now, she was finally here, at Hogwarts, like she'd always known she'd be.
Her mother had been a Hufflepuff, but Elsa hoped dearly she'd get in to Ravenclaw. It sounded like the right house for her, based on what her mother had told her and what she'd read. Elsa knew she was a smart girl. And intelligent people flocked together, like birds. Naturally, she was destined to be a Raven.

Of course, if she were to be sorted in to a different house, she'd accept it. She'd be a little disappointed, but she'd get over it. As long as she was at Hogwarts and learning, it didn't really matter.

"Seymour, Elsa"

Elsa practically sprinted to the hat upon hearing her name. Her face, threatening to split in two from the size of her grin, became obscured by the hat as it practically threatened to swallow her whole, but she didn't care. She just wanted to be in a house and wanted to start her time at Hogwarts!

"Ravenclaw isn't just for the merely intelligent. Intelligence can be found in any house - Ravenclaw is for the profound, the wise. I'm afraid that's not you, here. Your intelligence and drive to reach the top of the heap puts you very clearly in SLYTHERIN!"
 
A sigh was what came out of Killua's mouth as he entered the Great Hall. "Now this is boring," Kil thought. He had completely no interest in learning magic, after all he was just forced to go there. He'd rather go on a regular school with the muggles. You think that's weird? Not for him. After being raised as an assassin, it was normal that he wanted to grow up normally, and being in a magic school doesn't really help much. It was seriously annoying. Sure, the castle was bigger than their mansion, but, who cares? Certainly not him.

He walked with the rest of the students till they reached the front, where there was a woman, a stool and a pretty dull and boring wizard's hat. Sure, it talks. It's magical. So what? With an annoying look on his face, he approached the front as his name was called, "Freecss, Killua!" Lazily going up and sitting on the stool, he watched as the hat was placed on his head. With a sigh he said, "Just get this over with," and he just sat there, looking coldly at the people surrounding him.

"Don't worry, I have far better things to do than deal with ungrateful children, as well. SLYTHERIN!"
 
It was finally time ti be sorted, this was the day every unsorted student looked forward to the day when everything was put out in the open and you were grouped with a house for the next seven years of school. It was a big deal according to Jake and Sadie was happy to know the day had finally come. To Sadie being put in a group was just an opportunity to get to know people just like her and learn magic too. But no matter what house she got Sadie wasn't going to let it define her. She had faith that the sorting hat knew what it was doing it had to for the school to have kept it around so many years, so Sadie wasn't nervous. Not to mention she wasn't really partial to any house being as her parents were muggles so they didn't care. Jake was a Gryffindor though and she felt they were similar, if anything Sadie hoped to not be in Slytherin if only for his sake. Apparently they had so kind of rivalry our something and from the way Sadie saw the tables eyeing each other she was sure they were serious about it. Finally the sorting began and two of the people Sadie had met Callaway and Claire got sorted into Gryffindor. This only increased Sadie's desire for the house, she would already know people if that were the case. With the last name Hali it wouldn't be long before her name was called, and Sadie was happy to have it over with. The hat seemed quite sarcastic and funny at times, she liked it and wasn't scared at all when she heard her name.

Hali, Sadie

Walking up to the stool Sadie sat with her back straight and looked out at her future classmates in front of her. They were an odd bunch but that was nothing Sadie couldn't handle it was where she belonged and it felt right to her. She felt the hat being placed on her head and smiled, when it moved to settle on her head she was a bit shocked and was sure her eyes must have been very wide but she quickly contained herself. She knew it could talk but it could move as well, what a intriguing creature. She wondered if everything in the wizarding world was like this. She was still so new to it all but could not wait until she got swept away and eventually became apart of it all. It was much bigger than herself right now, but all good things come with time.

"Not everything in the wizarding world is like me - in fact, nothing quite is. I'll place you where you want to go but know you won't constantly be surrounded by people. You'll be part of the pride of lions, but at times that means working alone, braving things with little hope and no help to be seen. You'll be challenged to be far more than you and face your gravest fear in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Taylor entered the great hall like nothing is happening around. She just listen to a talking hat saying like Raveclaw, she doesn't even now what does that mean so she don't care about it. When her name was called "Toyama, Taylor" she was surprised, so she go in front and saying to herself "Daijōbudesu, its just sorting that I don't know what it is"

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Puffy stood in the middle of the Great Hall, waiting for her name to be called. She was slightly nervous about which house she was going to be put in. The Sorting Hat looked as though he had a stern personality, but she had seen his nice side a few times when previous students had been sorted. She began thinking of all the adventures she could have and all the creatures she could discover. It helped relax her a bit. She looked over towards her friends and waved.
"Puffy Lynne Puffleton?"
Puffy slowly moved towards the hat. She quietly sat on the chair, letting her imagination flow, and waiting for her house to be announced to all of Hogwarts New Zealand.

"Although I feel like I'll be setting up seven years of torment at the hands of Slytherins and the nickname 'Puffy the Puff' - there's no way around it. You can have the house you want: HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Margaux entered the Great Hall, she saw many Unsorted students and many Sorted students she was scared because she thought that she will not be accepted, but when her name was called by the girl in front "Kodaka, Margaux" she stand forward and sat on the stool and saying to herself "Please put me in Gryffindor, Te kudasai." and she was surprised when the hat talked

"I'm afraid Gryffindor just won't do for you - you're a RAVENCLAW!"
 
Standing nearly a head above many of the other students, Daisy knew just how obvious it would be to everyone in the entire hall that she was shaking like a leaf. She was a tall, big, dark skinned girl, like that didn't make her stick out enough as it was. Deep in her heart she knew she was overreacting, but she couldn't help it. She'd always been terrified in front of crowds. Even family gatherings were enough to make her nervous, and that was her own family. Elsa, standing next to her, blonde, tiny and confident, looked like she fit right in here. Charlie, used to the world of socialites and money, also seemed right at home. Poor, pitiful Daisy, meanwhile, looked as though she'd wound up in the wrong neighbourhood.

She brushed down her oddly fitted robes - she'd had to purchase second hand, of course - as first Charlie and then Elsa were called up, leaving her all alone. Daisy swallowed, incredibly nervous now. What if the hat says I'm not a witch, after all? What if it was all a mistake? A hoax? Then everyone will laugh at me and I'll have to go home in disgrace. After they said that if I went, I wouldn't be able to come back. What would I do then? Tears started to well up in her eyes, and she bit down on her lip to stop herself from uttering a sound.

"Taylor, Daisy"

Each step, to Daisy, felt like an eternity. She felt the eyes of every student boring in to her, and she wanted to curl up and die, she hated that feeling so much.

"Please, please, please," she murmured under her breath, as the hat was placed on her head. "Please let this all be real. Please tell me it's going to be alright."

"I don't make any mistakes when I sort, and the quill that recorded your name as magical when you were first born has never made a mistake, either. There's no doubt here. 100% Magical. 100% HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Indiana had been waiting in line patiently as others were called before her and sorted. She was getting really nervous and made eye contact with her older sister, who was sitting at the Gryffindor house, many times in order to calm herself down. The young girl really wanted to be a Gryffindor like her older sister, and like the older girl she was a very friendly open person to anyone she met. She hoped the Hat would sense this about her and decided that Gryffindor was the right hosue for her. When her name was called she walked up and turned around and saw just how many students were sitting at all their tables, and the crowd of unsorted first years in front of her. It didn't make her nervous at all to have all the people watching her to see what house she'd be in. Sitting down on the bench she waited as the Professor placed the sorting hat on her head. 'Please Gryffindor, I swear I'll be the best Gryffindor after Harry Potter!' Indiana thought in her head as the hat made it's decision.

"I'm sure Godric will be quite disappointed to hear he's been usurped as the best Gryffindor, and soon to be again if you have your way. Very well, then. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Charles was excited, yet apprehensive. Dad hadn't really appreciated him and his mother discussing the magical world when he was around, and when he wasn't...well, mum spent her time either in her room with a drink, or god knows where. So, Charles had been left to seek out some of his mum's old books to learn things, and...there wasn't much that was that helpful, really. Charles, therefore, had very little idea of what he was actually in for. Still, it was bound to be an adventure at the very least.

He'd been thrown together with two other Sydney-siders, Elsa and Daisy. Daisy was quiet but really lovely, and Elsa certainly seemed like she'd be a formidable force on the sporting field, even with her Napoleonic stature and demeanour. Still, right now Charles was focused on himself. What house was he going to be in? Houses at his primary school had meant next to nothing, only really something for splitting up everyone for sports. Here, however, it was a really big thing.

The usually calm and collected Charles had to admit that he was a little nervous, even though he barely even knew what was going on!

"Martin, Charles"

First of the three to be called up. "Good luck!" he whispered to the others, throwing them a thumbs-up before briskly jogging up to the podium. Charles quickly took a seat, nearly jumping in surprise when the hat was placed on his head, covering his eyes.

"Well then! This is all very exciting, isn't it?"

"That depends on your vantage. Sort enough children over hundreds of years and there are very few things that really surprise or excite in this ordeal. But, no matter, run along to GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Zeiva entered the great hall a mixed feeling of both nervousness and excitement fluttering around her stomach like butterflies. Today was the day. She had awaited this moment ever since Eliza Beth had recieved her letter seven long years ago and had been swept away to this school. Then it was Emmaline's turn. Finally it was Zeiva's turn. She had spent all of the night before packing and repacking her trunk, eager to go and she hadn't got a wink of sleep. Though her eye lids were heavy she was too excited to even consider falling asleep. Catching Emmaline's eye over at the Ravenclaw table waved excitedly. She had been praying that she was going to end up in Ravenclaw like her sister's, it seemed like the best house ever, from what they said anyway, who was she to judge. Eyeing the sorting hat with wonder she awaited her turn to sit on the three legged stool and get sorted. Eliza Beth had teased her that it was some big test but luckily Emmaline had set her mind to rest telling her that she just had to let the hat... what was it? 'Read her mind or something' Zeiva didn't understand it personally but she had to trust the hat knew what it was doing, it should after all these years, from what she heard it was really old.

Shuffling forward as student was sorted Zeiva hopped impatiently from foot to foot. It was just her luck that her last name started with a 's' and it just had to be in alphabetical order. Rolling her eyes she waited, she just wanted to get to the learning bit. The classes sounded incredible, in fact the whole idea of Hogwarts was awe inspiring and she couldn't wait.
"Stewart, Zeiva."
Being startled from her jabbering thoughts Zeiva stumbled up to the three legged stool shaking with the anticipating. As the hat sunk over her head Zeiva found herself chattering idly, "Hi Hat? Mr. Hat? What should I even call you? Do you have a name? Anyway my sister's said that Ravenclaw was the best house, they were both in it so I guess they would know. Anyway, I want to make them proud and learn lots of stuff. Put me where you think I should go but if you put me in Ravenclaw I will love you forever." her mind pausing for a break she waited for the hat to announce her house.

"You wouldn't love me forever if I don't give you Ravenclaw? Well, then, I better do what you want: RAVENCLAW!"
 
Angela confidently flounced into the great hall. She was glad she didn't have to miss out on coming her. All her sisters and stepsisters had attended the school so she didn't want to miss out. Flipping her blond hair over her shoulder the girl pushed her way to the front of the mob. She wasn't going to miss any of the action, not after waiting for so long. She spotted her older step sister but didn't bother to wave, she was still wearing second hand clothes and Angela didn't ever want to be associated with such a thing. She only ever wore designer clothes and today was no exception. She had a brand new pair of designer jeans on that were fitted perfectly. Wrinkling her nose at the old hat that she had to put on her head she shudder. That thing on her head?! Ugh she instantly regretted doing her hair, it was just going to get all messed up again. Waiting impatiently she exhaled heavily, this was taking forever but at last it was her turn.
"Van Laar Veth, Angela"
Stepping forward she put a charming smile which froze on her face as the hat touched her head. 'Let's get this over with so I can get this gross hat off my head.' she thought.

"Yes, let's please get this over so I can get this gross child out from under me." The sorting hat muttered in a barely audible voice, not even giving the horribly rude girl the courtesy of leaving his deliberations in her mind. "Hopefully you'll learn a very sound respect for magic (of which I am more than you will ever attain) in SLYTHERIN!"
 
The sorting hat looked old and dirty as it was popped on and off of children's heads. Hayley couldn't help but to cringe slightly. Of course she didn't mind that she would be sorted, but atleast they could have cleaned the thing for this. All he did was sit on a shelf anyway, she was sure. She shook her head and listened to the names as they were called. She didn't want to miss her name. No matter how much she disliked the dirty hat.

"Jones, Hayley"

Hayley smiled. Now was her moment. She sat on the stool and rolled her eyes when the hat was placed on her head. Just do it. She thought.

"No, you, just do it. Merlin. What do you think, I'm having tea up here? I've got one job here, and I've done it for hundreds of children before you, I hardly need your reminder to know what to do, or that I should do it. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Elain twisted her fingers in silence, despite the low murmurs of speech surrounding her. With every new sorting anounced, she grew more and nore nervous. Not that she would receive the wrong assignment-after all, why would anyone doubt the sorting hat? No, she was afraid of the people around her. What would they think when her name was called? 'Average', maybe. Unless she were to trip, or do something otherwise extremely stupid, then perhaps the thought would be 'brainless'. She certainly wouldn't be 'smart', like some of the nervous first years she had already seen hidden away behind the whispering pages of a book. She wouldn't be 'beautiful', or 'graceful', or 'witty'. And when her house was called? "Gryffindor!" Then she was brave, some shining character that could perhaps be a hero! Or "Hufflepuff!", which made her loyal, good for a laugh, single minded. "Slytherin!" Sneaky, cunning, clever, could just as easily despise you as be your very best of friends! And then, the mighty "Ravenclaw!" Smart, dedicated, brave, Ravenclaws! Her thoughts raced through her mind faster and faster, flickering from stereotypes to her mother at home, who was so proud of her just for being there at Hogwarts, perhaps it didn't even matter what house she was in? And her older brothers, who had playfully tousled her plaited hair just seconds before she entered the platform at the train station. Which houses would they have been sorted into? Where would they suppose she would be? Or her sister, with her husband and son, would the baby remember her when she returned home on holiday? Perhaps------"Elain Hartling!"
Elain nearly collapsed backwards into the stone floors when her name was called, pulled abruptly back to the present world and the object that seemed to have originated all her worries. Taking a slight breath, she walked with an even gait up to the hat (Average, she thought to herself,) and sat down as it was placed on her head.
Let independence begin, she thought with a slight tremor of anticipation. Elain closed her eyes and the world was plunged into blackness.

"You'll have plenty of opportunity to be known as smart around the castle - even where you really belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Alleria was just stunned as everyone in the Great Hall. The Great Hall is just awesome. The students are too excited. Alleria as well. First years lined up. A teacher call the names one by one. Each name, and Alleria is so tensed. She has butterflies in her stomach. And then, she heard her name. She stepped forward. Slowly. Step by step and she's getting nearer the three-legged stool. She sat down, and faced the students. All eyes were in hers. She's too nervous and she closed her eyes. "I can do it" she said to her self. She opened her eyes and grin. "Sorting hat, do me a favor, Let it be Gryffindor"

"I'm afraid my job is to place you in the best house for you, and that's HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Her name is Honey Althea Bee. She had never been nervous than before. All the decorations of Hogwarts; its fantastic Greal Hall with four long tables of each houses, its wonderful ceiling as a duplication of the real night sky, and also the students—successfully makes Honey felt so happy. Tons of fun here, waited up for her in Hogwarts. For seven years later.

When her name is called, she walks confidently, trying to boost her spirit, and sat on the chair. She won’t be nervous, she said to herself. She putted the hat on her head, and prayed for the best house that she expected. And oh, of course, which one is appropriate with her characteristics.

“O, Mister Hat, show me the right house for me.”

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Angelo nervously entered the entrance hall. he`s very excited to be sorted and go to their dorms. "First years, when your name is called, please come and sit here," Professor Ava said. He really didn't mind what house he was in as long as it suited him and helped him do the best he could.When his name was called out he walked up slowly,a small bit nervous but excited all the same. he sat down and when he felt the hat on his head he waited expectantly

Pacis, Angelo

When Angelo heard his name, he looked up, and made his way through to the stool that he was quite sure he was expected to sit on. Angelo seated quietly on the stool. He wasn't sure if he should talk to the hat or not, so he just waited quietly, occasionally pulling on his sleeves nervously.

"Well, if you want Ravenclaw I'm not going to argue with that. RAVENCLAW!"
 
Emalia stood patiently in the Hall, taking in all that she saw. The place was more than she could have imagined, and the letters from her brothers over the last year did no justice to the beauty of the castle. Her brother's were in completely different houses from each other, and Emalia had no clue where she would fit in. She had read as much as she could about the school, and asked her brother's tons of questions, to the point where even Will had told her to shut it.
The brunette brushed her hair out of her face, knowing she didn't have to wait long for her name to be called, but there were still a couple in front of her. Emalia looked around, studying the faces of the soon-to-be students around her. She knew that there wouldn't be many people she could trust in the crowd, but hoped she would find a good friend. Before long, Emalia heard her name being called. Her eyes quickly flicked to the front, and focused on the stool she was to sit upon. The young girl swiftly made her way to the stool, nodding politely at the Headmistress before having her eyes covered by the magical hat.

"Very clearly another RAVENCLAW!"
 
Emery s' shoes squeaked as she and the first years walked to the Great Hall. She felt anxious and nervous, a filling she rarely felt. After they all lined up, the Professor started calling out names.
Her nervousness grew as the professor reached the letter R s'.
"Sound, Eleanor!" announced the teacher.
Emery gulped. She will be next!
"The hat shouted Eleanor s' house and she took it off with relief. Now it was her turn.
She walked quietly to the front and placed the Sorting Hat over her head. She waited anxiously until the sorting hat announced gher house.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Lexan Kanas was very happy. He had never even set foot in a magical school before, let alone be attending one. It was something he had always dreamed of. Once he heard his name called out, he stepped forward and waited for his house to be announced.

"There's not a doubt in my stuffing that you're a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Kovu stared up at the ceiling of the Great Hall, thinking how different Hogwarts seemed to be compared to the stories his brothers had told him about Durmstrang. He was about to be sorted, not that he was very sure what that meant. He was the first of his family to come to Hogwarts. He felt a little alone walking through the hall , seeing some of the first years waving to their siblings already sorted at the house table, however Kovu was also filled with a sense of peace. This was his school now. He could start a fresh away from the shadow of his brothers, away from Durmstrang. He would have his own achievements and no one would recognise or judge him for his name. He'd begged his parents for months for a chance to go to a different school and in the end they caved. Kovu wasn't as... rough as his brothers. Maybe that's why he was now standing in front of a stool with an old dusty hat on top of it.

Kovu was thankful his last name started with L, so there was a few students to go through before it reached him. He watched with fascination as the hat was placed on each students head and then the hat yelled out a house. He stared up at the banners overhead and wondered which was the best, which one his parents would be most proud of him being in, because that was where he wanted to be. Although he knew that they probably all had their merits.

Kovu tilted his head back down casually as his name was called. Although he refused to let it show, inside he was quite nervous. He didn't have stage fright or anything, it was just the decider of where he would be for the next seven years of his life, so it was a pretty huge step. The group of students parted as Kovu pushed confidently through them towards the stool and the old hat. As it was placed on his head, Kovu instantly felt as though it could read his mind, which he soon discovered that was exactly what it was doing.

"You could go into nearly any house and do well, but your drive to be 'set apart' in something in your time here tips the scale in favour of SLYTHERIN!"
 
Quinn awaits for her name to be called..She already saw a couple of her friends whom she met over summer to be sorted..Hope this would be over too soon..Slytherin or Gryffindor will be fine..,she mused..A couple students was called when suddenly, "Sequinne Calin!",the professor called..Quin almost jumped and walked up the small platform and sat on the stool..As the Sorting Hat was placed on her head,she waited and waited..

"While Slytherin and Gryffindor may be fine neither really suits who you truly are. You're very much a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Tara walked into the hall and gasped as she noticed how huge it is. as she waited in the ever thinning line of unsorted students she noticed the hat.

white, tara.

as taras name was called out she walked up to the stool and had the hat placed on her head. she waited for the verdict

"Slytherin."

OOCOut of Character:
Sorting works best if you fill out the form based off of your understanding of your character and don't manipulate it to give your character the house you want them in.
 
Tyler was nervous he new there was no way he would fit into any house, he wasn't creative, or cunning, or brave, and he wasn't very good at being modest. Oh well it was all down to the hat now, but if Tyler could of chosen, he would've gone with ravenclaw. But deffinately not slitherin, his cousins dad was always going on about it and it sounded terrible. "Langley, Tyler" called out a teacher. Tyler walked up to the hat and put it on, "not slitherin, not slitherin" he thought as the hat went down over his eyes.

"No, not Slytherin. RAVENCLAW!"
 
Emerson had spent hours and hours in front of the mirror this morning. The day had to be perfect. This is the first time she was meeting plenty of her fellow first years and first impressions were just about everything. She would need to have the perfect hair and accessories especially since she was forced to wear this beyond ugly uniform. How did they school expect her to stand out with all her wonderful and fashionably updated outfits, when they required the eleven year old girl to wear a uniform each day. Apparently street clothes were allowed on occasion, but on occasion was simply not enough for Emerson. Her new goal was now and was since she put on the uniform for the first time, to make her's stand out. Today that consisted of her making sure her hair was in lovely curls and her emerald necklace (that her grandmother had given her) was perfectly placed in the center of her neck.

As she wondered into the great hall, she had a hard time seeing over the crowd of people. Emerson was still rather short for her age, but she did have hopes of growing. Growing tall like the models in her magazines (Magazines that were packed away safely in her trunk). Holding her head high she looked straight ahead watching a students get sorted one by one. As each new student got sorted the great hall broke into applause. Yet as each student got sorted, Emerson knew they were getting closer and closer to her name. She could not wait yet there was a small hint of nervousness. This was quite surprising for Emerson never quite felt nervous. This was just one of those few times where the young knew she had to making her father proud. And worse, she had no choice in which house she would get into. She had no control over the sorting situation. And with that knowledge the hint of nervousness grew. Until finally Emerson heard her name being called.

"Bates, Emerson"

Taking a deep breath, she made her way towards the front of the hall having a little bit of a hard time getting past all the first years that looked way more nervous than her. At least that's good She thought liking that she did not ooze nervousness like the rest of them. It made her stand at a slightly higher level. Sitting upon the stool, Emerson watched as the hat was placed on her head sighing as it was. Oh god my hair I spent so much time on my hair She thought disgusted by the thought of hat hair. Hopefully this won't take long She thought the nerves increasing slightly as she began to play with the hem of her skirt waiting for the hair ruining hat to make it's decision.

"I'm hardly the worst thing that will happen to your hair at Hogwarts. You'll probably be one of the ones who lose it all for two months after a mishap in Charms. But I'll speed this up for your sake: SLYTHERIN!"
 
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