Sorting Ceremony: Y16

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Preston had been much quieter than normal ever since his parents had dropped him off at the station. His parents had promised to not force Preston to stay if he really gave the school a chance and decided he didn’t like it. Preston planned on holding them to that. So far, things seemed ok. The ride had been very short for him since he was in New Zealand already. As he caught his first glimpse of the castle, Preston’s brown eyes widened. It was huge. He had heard whispers from another student that the castle looked like an old abandoned shell of a mansion to muggles, but he simply couldn’t believe that. How could someone not see this place?

Following the other first years inside, Preston glanced at the students who he would be learning with. They seemed normal enough, even though he knew better. He knew that, like him, they were…wizards. The word still felt odd on his tongue so he avoided saying it, though he figured he had better start getting used to it. Some of the students looked oddly comfortable as if they were ready for this. Others looked more like him, nervous and wide-eyed.

His first glimpse of magic came quickly when he saw the first student sit down. He had been wondering why the other, older students were staring expectantly, not at the student but at the hat on his head when it happened. The hat spoke. His jaw had come unhinged as he blinked in utter surprise. When it had occurred over and over again, Preston knew that he had left his old school behind. What awaited him here would truly be a new adventure. Stepping forward slowly as his name was called, Preston stared at the students seated at the tables before him. He knew, from hearing the hat, that they were grouped into four places, though the names escaped him now. With bated breath, the young boy waited to hear what the hat had to say.

"Another one for SLYTHERIN!"
 
annabeth walked into the great hall and was excited by the prospect of being sorted. she had veiwed her friends and twin brother being sorted and hoped they were just as ecxited as she was.

Langley, Annabeth

as her name was called out she ran to the stool and nearly tripped over, the hat was then placed on her head and she thought "hello Mr sorting hat sir, please sort me into the best house possible for me as i would like to the best i can, thank you sir.

"You're a lot like your brother and, while you might not like it now, you also belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Anjanette was sitting at table with her friends awaiting the call for her to be sorted. As Anjanette heard her name called she walks up to the stool and slowy picks up the hat and sits down and and puts the hat on, awaiting her house sorting.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Cato Austman was not very interested in the Sorting Ceremony. He just wanted to get this over with so he could eat. His parents had the nerve to push him out the door without even feeding him! For an eleven year old Cato ate a lot. He ate more than what was necessary, and he was still thin. It was more of a healthy thin though. He was going to be the first to attend Hogwarts New Zealand in his family. His mother and father were from Africa, so they had attended a school there. His older brothers and sister were attending either Durmstrang or Hogwarts Scotland. His younger siblings weren't even old enough to go to school yet. Coming from a big family, Cato had to do things that would grab his parents attention. He knew he was going to be one of the first people to get sorted since he was on that A status. He was kind of irritated that he had to wear a uniform. He felt it was suppressing his ability to express himself. Cato could already feel his good attitude start to get lower and lower as he stood in line.

Austman, Cato.

Cato heard his name called and walked up to the stool. He sat down and looked over the crowd of students. He had many students he needed to make himself known to. The Sorting Hat was placed on his head and it covered his eyes. He close his eyes and asked the Hat a question out loud. He was sure no one would really hear him though. "What house do you think you'd sort yourself in, Hat? Or is that too personal of a question?" Cato was thinking the Hat would be in Ravenclaw. It was wise enough to see what house would be best for every student. Then again, the Hat could be in every house. A Gryfaventherpuff? That was totally an A status thing to be.

"Sorting myself? That'd be a fairly futile task. Having known the founders, though, and been Godric Gryffindor's hat - I assume that I would default to his house. But this is about you, and you're also a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Pax strolled into the hall in the group of first years, one of the tallest among them. He was completely unfazed by the commotion around him and took it all in. He wondered if he was the only American here because all he could hear were distinctly un-American accents. He could have sworn he heard a southern accent over the din once or twice, but figured it was just wishful thinking. He'd rather be outside in a tree reading his Hemingway or in a Krav Maga class, but was really looking forward to exploring his magic and this new place and knew this was a necessary step. The other kids were talking all around him, but his characteristic reserve held and he hooked his thumbs casually through his pant loops, his robe unfastened because it was too uncomfortable and confining when it was closed. He watched silently as the Sorting Hat made its way through the mob and when his name was called, "Rogue, Paxton," he sauntered confidently to the stool and sat with one leg stretched out in front of him, the other knee bent with his foot against the leg as the hat was placed on his head.

"Another one for GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Margo swallowed thickly and chewed on her lip as she picked at the too-long sleeve of her too-big school shirt. It was already frayed and slightly greyish at the edges from the adventures of its previous owner, although Margo didn't really mind about that. She didn't feel much of the excitement that most of the other first years exuded. Margo felt anxious being by herself in a room of strangers. She longed for the tiny combi van she called her home, and was torn between wanting to be a witch and travelling the roads with her family again. It was almost ironic that she was actually a witch. The tourists that always used to go to her and have their palms read always joked that she was a 'little witch'. And, now it was true.

Hogwarts was a place that had been a complete mystery to Margo before her eleventh birthday. The owl had terrified Margo's mother, and the letter was even stranger. Having no fixed address, it was still confusing as to how that letter had even been delivered to Margo. Margo was awed by the sheer size of the castle when she had arrived just a little while ago. It was so big! Although, Margo supposed, she would have found a regular-sized house rather big anyway. Her own home could have easily fitted in the entrance hall of the castle. It was far different from her home, though. Hogwarts was too big and felt so enclosed to Margo, and she wasn't sure if she was going to like it there at all. She already missed the music that was forever playing in her camp.

Margo listened patiently to the Headmistress's speech. A tiny frown flitted across her face when the Headmistress mentioned that what sounded like the only forest in the school was forbidden. Margo wasn't happy about that at all. She loved trees, and couldn't imagine not being allowed to be near the forest. It made her a little annoyed that there were rules she actually had to follow, but that was just Margo being stubborn.

"Moon, Margo." Margo jumped when her name was called and walked, trembling, up to the podium. She tried to swallow her fear as the hat was placed on her head, but was all too aware of the eyes watching her. Margo silently told herself not to let her terror show on her face, and somehow managed not to bolt out of the room while she waited for the hat to announce her house like it had with all of the other students.

"You'd like Ravenclaw, would you? I fear you're not much of a Ravenclaw at all, but you're very much a SLYTHERIN!"
 
This was it. The big day was finally here. Hayley held her breath as the group breached the doors of the Great Hall, her eyes bright, gleaming like saucepans. The enormous room was beautiful and aching with old fashioned decoration. The older students watched as the lot of them moved to the front of the hall, awaiting whatever would happen next. Landon had always refused to tell her what would be waiting for her on the stall with a rip for a mouth and a mind of its own. Her parents had neglected to tell her such facts, too. So now it was that Hayley stood among her future classmates, a nervous but excited smile pasted upon her face, her hair beating a dance around her shoulders as she shifted in her place, unaware of what was to come only moments from now.

And then it happened.

"Dalton, Hayley."

Hayley found a part of herself jump at this. She gave a nod to those beside her, to those she had met on the train, before heading up to the very front of the Great Hall, to the stool she was directed to sit upon. The hat was placed atop her head and she waited, heart hammering in her head. No, wait a minute, that wasn't her heart.. A voice from above had begun to speak to her growing louder as it went on. She tried to take in everything it was saying, wondering how many other people on the Great Hall could hear its words. I don't mind where you put me, she thought in response to the hat's speech, I just want to make my parents proud. Little did Hayley realise the hat could read her thoughts. And hopefully for the best.

"I'm sure your parents will be proud regardless of where I place you. However, you'll shine the brightest with peers who push you to your best in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Isaac entered the hall with the other children, most of which seemed more prepared for this than himself. He allowed himself to gasp in wonder as he saw the floating candles and the magical atmosphere before he brought his mind back to business and focussed on walking towards the front without tripping himself or others. Luckily he made it to the front without causing any mishaps though he could not say the same for a couple of other students. He waited while the weird hat sang and as the other children were sorted.

As he watched them being sorted he seemed to notice something very weird about the hat. Sure, it was a talking one and that was weird, but it went beyond that. The way the other children were acting looked like it was talking to them but without talking aloud and vice versa. Isaac decided that the hat must be able to read their minds. He felt triumphant at this discovery until his name was called and panic set in.

"Gallantree, Isaac"

Isaac took a breath, calmed himself and walked up to the hat. Once it was place on his head he began to think at it, to see if his thoughts were true. You can hear my thoughts can't you? He asked the hat. If it couldn't then at least he wouldn't look weird since no one else could read his thought either. He waited patiently for the hat to reply and to sort him. He didn't really know to much about the houses they were being sorted into other than people looked most upset when they were sorted into Hufflepuff. He silently wondered why, in his eyes badgers seemed pretty cool. ​

"Badgers are cool. And I'm glad you think so, because you're going to be one: HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Toby entered the Great Hall and yawned. He was excited alright, but stayed completely calmed. The professor began calling kids names to be sorted into different houses, and as Toby watched the other kids being sorted, he was slightly suprised it was his turn. "Acker, Toby." Toby walked in front of the other students and sat down at the stool where the Sorting hat was placed on him. Everyone kept there eyes on him, and he couldn't help but yawn once more.

"Perhaps you'd best visit the hospital wing after this and see if they can help you from always being tired. There's no time for that at Hogwarts. But, before you can do that, I suppose I should sort you. You're a RAVENCLAW!"
 
Rowena stood in the middle of a crowd of wet and anxious first years. an older man stood at one end of the hall with a worn looking hat in his hand. "first years", he boomed, "welcome to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." and then he read off the list of names that seemed to go on forever: Fitzgerald, Aaron, Leach, Archibald. Then suddenly Prior, Rowena was called. Rowena stumbled the first few steps, then gained confidence as she moved. as she slipped the hat over her dark hair, the words "anything but Slytherin, please, anything" ran through her mind a thousand times.

"No, certainly not Slytherin. More like… HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Finally, they were being led into the great hall, Damon's heart was banging so loudly that he almost didn't hear the thunder of clapping that came from all around them as they were led between two of the long tables crowded with the older students.
He was scared out of his mind and tried not to remember what he had heard the other first years saying as they had waited in the little room. He glanced around, thankful that he couldn't see any trolls, and fiddled with his new wand that was in his pocket.
When the professor that had led them into the hall informed them of how they would be sorted, Damon wasn't sure if it was a let down or worse then any of the wild theories that had been circulating. All he had to do was sit on a stool, and put on a hat. A hat that by it's own admission, could read his mind and find his deepest darkest secrets. He'd almost have RATHER battled a troll....
The professor started calling their names alphabetically, and Damon had to admit that it didn't look so bad. At least the Hat didn't broad cast it's findings to the hundreds of people there, just the house that it thought you should be in. It didn't even take that long for most students, and with a few, the hat barely even touched their heads.
Still, the wait for the letter S to come round, then for the professor to call "Smith, Damon" was the worst wait that he had ever endured in his life.
His heart trying to clime up his throat again, Damon stumbled up to the stool with a stride that he hoped at least LOOKed confident, picked up the hat nervously in trembling fingers, sat slowly and deliberately down facing the rest of the students, closed his eyes, and lowered the hat over his head....

"A lot of average hats might try to place you in Hufflepuff - but I'm the sorting hat and, when it counts, I think you'll find yourself belonging most in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Anya took another shaking breath as she waited in a small huddle with the other first years. She was nervous. Would she be placed in Ravenclaw, like her grandparents? Or Slytherin, like her mother? Or another house all together? Anya didn't know. She just knew that it was utterly terrifying. The thought of one little word, one house, controlling the people that you got to know around school was not something to be reckoned with. With another deep breath, she heard her name being called from the front.
"Tyler, Anya." The voice called, booming over the great hall. Anya's footsteps were loud as the rest of the great hall grew quiet as she walked up to take her place underneath the sorting hat.
Anya grimaced as the hat was placed on her head. She could feel her heartbeat. Boom. Boom. She drew a quick breath and didn't exhale until she heard the hat clear it's throat to announce what house she had been sorted into.

"You're certainly no Slytherin. You could be a Hufflepuff, but I think you'd much prefer to find yourself among the wise in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Liam shook his head as he walked into the Great Hall. It was huge! Much bigger than his castle back home. Part of him wished he'd gone to Hogwarts Scotland, the accents, the weather, it was all so different here. He hoped he didn't stand out too much. The sleeves of his robes were wet, as he'd plunged his hand into the water from the boat-something he felt was probably a bad idea now, as people seemed to be looking at him oddly. Mother would've been mortified. His face probably wasn;t in the best state either, he'd eaten quite a few sweets on the train, and his mouth felt all sticky. There were losts of older students, who were already seated. He hoped that he didn't look too bad, he needed to represent the Kales, and his Father would murder him if he saw him now. He rolled up his sleeves slightly, to hide the damp and stood straight. His name wasn't going to be too far back. He didn't really know what House he'd like. His Father had been a Gryffindor, and he'd be proud to be in the same House as him, his Mother had been a Hufflepuff, but he didn;t really see himself as anything like her. She was sweet and Kind, and protected her family with a fierce loyalty that he could understand, but didn;t think he could ever pull off. He was more vibrant. He tended to do stupid things, and get in trouble. If there was a House for people who enjoyed the wilds of Scotland, and who got angry quite a bit-that was the one for him, however, he doubted that was the case. his Father had briefly explained the Houses to him, so he was able to tell the tables apart, but he suspected he'd find out much more tonight. The Sorting Hat's song was quite helpful. He already knew he probably wouldn;t be in Ravenclaw. They were creative, and while Liam enjoyed books and such, he'd never seen himself as creative. It was a bit too airy-fairy for him. He prefered to live in the now, and if he could find a way to make the now more exciting-why not?

Eventually, his name was called. He walked up to the sorting hat, exactly as his Mother had taught him as a child, his back straight, feet one in front of the other. The proper way to walk as she said. He didn't see the point really, he'd much rather be running around. He smiled at the hat as he put it on his head. It'd be cool if it could tell the future, but he supposed it's job was more about reading the present. Well, Mister Hat he thought; I really have no idea where I belong, so I'm happy wherever you put me, but I cannae bear boring people, so as long as I'm not with anyone boring-I'll be fine. He realised this may be sort of rude, so he added; Though, I donnae suppose there are any boring people here, I mean magic sort of makes you a bit more interesting doesn't it?" He wasn't sure whether he was supposed to talk to the hat ot what, so he just sat there as it lay on his head, waiting for an answer. He just hoped, wherever he was, that there'd be a few people like him, who liked a bit of rough and tumble. He'd need a few friends, of course, some people who'd go adventuring with him. He'd heard about a forbidden forest, it surely couldn't be that dangerous. He already had plans to explore it as soon as possible. Nothing was fun without a little danger.

"You'll find boring people everywhere. And being a bore is relative, anyway. But, perhaps you'll be most stimulated in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Robe swinging like an oversized dressing gown and dragging his whole body weight down Dorian dragged himself up with the rest of the students, staying a little behind the pack as he didn't feel comfortable with them yet. He knew no one yet so his mind was completely open to the idea of most houses, however that was not what he was looking forward to the most, he was knackered and starving from the long day.

In his mind the sooner this ceremony was over the better, he could sit down and relax in his own bed after a filling meal. Hopefully he wouldn't be bunking with someone who was mean. He did not want to have to live with that for a whole year. God that made him feel terrible thinking of that situation.

Hanging back and keeping fairly low in the crowd he bowed his head down in disinterest at everyones allocated houses until his name was spoke and broke the wall of clapping that surrounded and enclosed him from the previous student being sorted. His head rising slowly and his ears attentive he awkwardly parted the crowd of classmates and walked nervously up to the sorting hat.

Where was this nervous feeling coming from?!? He was certain he would not be like this, he did not care!, Maybe he did after all. It was too late now, this was the moment of reckoning. The looming shadow of the sorting hat lowered over his head. He would come out of that ludicrously sized hat a different boy, moulded slightly by the decision which was probably already made. Hopefully for the better.

"You're not a Gryffindor like your dad, but don't worry - you're not a Hufflepuff like your mother, either. It seems you'll be paving your own path to greatness through SLYTHERIN!"
 
Judd Ford was not a nervous little sack huddling close to others in the group. Instead as they walked into the great all, Judd walked along the front so he was sure that he'd see everything around him. He took in the architecture and all the students sitting at the four tables. He knew he was in a place that was great, and little Judd was proud to be there. He wasn't new to the whole magic buisness, though most would think he was coming from a Muggle town. In fact both his parents were magic and both attended the original Hogwarts in Scotland. His parents were older then most for his age and they had graduated long before the Final Battle, the Battle of Hogwarts. However they were born during the Rise of the Dark Lord and Judd was proud his parents and grandparents survived for they used to live there in England during that time.

"Ford, Judd." This was it, his name was called. It was time to be sorted. He walked up the steps and up to the stool. Turning around he faces his fellow classmates and all the students of the school. He wondered how on earth everyone could fit into such a room and yet the room look so large dispite the numerous people. Sitting down with a big ole grin on his face he waited to hear what the hat had to say about him. He never cared what house he'd be in, his parents never told him what house they had belonged to keep him from dreaming on being in the same house. They were pretty smart parents, and seemed to have raised him quite well he thought.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Lopez entered the Great Hall like nothing is happening around.When is in front she was surprised when she saw a hat talking, because she taught it was just a boy, she also saw a girl calling out names. When her name was called "VHERNIE, Lopez" she goes in front and sit on the stool, were the talking hat was placed on her head. That is the time when she knew what do they call the talking hat. "Oh, it is a Sorting Hat" she said.

"I'm hardly just a sorting hat - I'm the sorting hat. But, oh, it is a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
The Great Hall deserved its names, Colin decided. It really was rather great in his opinion. He only wished that he had thought to bring his camera so he could photograph it, but, as per usual, Colin had forgotten to retrieve it from his trunk. He had a small smile of his face, partly from the infectious excitement that bubbled around him, and partly because he could see so many people. Well, he couldn't technically see them very well because, again, he had forgotten to put on his glasses. But, he had a rough idea that there were quite a few people packed into the room. All of whom, Colin was eager to get to know and study.

His name was one of the first called, as it began with the first letter of the alphabet. Colin found that the logical system made him feel more at home in the unfamiliar school, and he walked up to be sorted. His smile faded into a neutral expression and he tried to make himself seem invisible as he walked. Colin loved to watch people, but didn't enjoy it when he himself was being watched. A bit hypocritical of him, but Colin didn't think that way. He was distracted watching one of the strangers in front of him, that he jumped slightly when the hat touched his head. His expressionless demeanor broke for a second as Colin rolled his eyes upwards to get a glimpse of the thing on top of his head.

"You may yet need to work on your wisdom, but there's no doubt that you're a RAVENCLAW!"
 
The new first year students filed into the Great Hall. Sophia was stuck between the skinny boy who kept scratching the back of his head and the blonde girl who kept sniffling, but never used the handkerchief in her pocket. She couldn't wait to get sorted into her house, and hoped vehemently that neither of these students would be her house mates. The crowd of students spread out enough for Sophia to see the Sorting Hat resting on a wooden stool. The hat looked faded and worn, with a long rip on one side. She wondered if the story of the hat originally belonging to Godric Gryffindor was true.

Looking past the Hat, Sophia saw rows of older students seated at four long tables. All of them were looking at the Hat expectantly. Suddenly, the Hat seemed to sit up, and the rip on the side opened up, and to Sophia's delight, began to sing about Hogwarts and the four houses. Once the Hat had finished the song and settled back on the stool, Professor McGonagall walked over, picked up the Hat, and began calling names. "Adams, Thomas...Atkins, Violet...Avery, Nan...Bass, William...." The Hat called out different Houses for each student. Sophia tensed, knowing that her name would be called soon. "Baxter, Sophia," called out Professor McGonagall. Sophia stepped forward, grateful that her name was so near the beginning of the list. She sat down on the stool, gripping the smooth sides to keep her balance. The Hat was lowered on her head, and she waited, holding her breath, to hear which House would become her home.

"Yes, I was Godric's hat - but I knew all the founders fairly well, I like to think. They all entrusted me to continue to select students that would bear their names to the wizarding world and I believe Rowena would be most pleased with you. RAVENCLAW!"

OOCOut of Character:
As a note, this is Hogwarts New Zealand and is set in 2031 - Professor McGonagall is not at the school.
 
Kyndel smoothed the front of her robes once more. She was fidgety today and it wasn't because she was nervous about being sorted. That was far from worrying her as her mother told her all about having the hat placed on her head and having it make the decision as to which house she would spend the next seven years of her life in. No, Kyndel James was fidgety because she'd been stuck on a train all afternoon and now the small little ball of energy was stuck inside the Great Hall waiting in line. She didn't do well waiting and she did even worse being stuck in a confined area for any given amount of time. To be perfectly honest she was bored. She'd gotten so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't heard the headmaster call her name the first time. It wasn't until she'd heard someone clear their throat and call her name a second time. "James, Kyndel," she heard someone call a little more sternly than the other names had been called. "Whoops," she said under her breath as she stepped forward, taking her place on the stool and had the hate placed on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Ashleigh Thorn surveyed the Great Hall as she and the other First Years flooded in through the doors. High ceiling, enchanted to look like the night sky, long tables of black-robed students, hovering candles... Unimpressed she moved her eyes away from the mundane details she'd heard a thousand times before. Instead she searched the faces of those around her. Here were the real stories.
The girl beside her, for example. Dragging her feet. Head down. Clearly not excited at all. Was she... crying? Ash grimaced and swung her eyes to a boy sitting at the table to her right. As she passed, she noted the way his hands darted up and down from underneath the table, reaching for the knife and fork at his empty place setting. And now she was close enough to make out some of the faces of the professors at the head table. A man on the far left had leaned forward as he stared intently at the approaching group. One woman looked asleep, her chin falling further and further down the front of her blouse.
Ash continued scrutinising her companions as each was called up to be Sorted. She carefully applied each name to the face that scurried after it. There went the girl who had been crying. Ash decided she looked more like a Molly, because her real name was much too extravagant for this plain girl with pale butter hair. Later, a dark haired boy swaggered up on stage. Obviously he didn't need a more fitting name assigned to him, Ash smirked.
'Thorn, Ashleigh'. She quietly gathered her breath and began to move forward. Of course, Ash knew all about the houses and so she fixed a firm mental picture of Gryffindor in her mind. "Where dwell the brave at heart." It was now a mantra, she repeated those words in her mind with each step, each breath she took. She reached the stool and calmly lowered herself to the seat. Quickly she flicked her eyes across the room, but the hat had already been placed on her head.
RED. RED. RED. She filled her mind with the colour.

"It is true that I take your preference in to consideration. However, I'm afraid you're not close enough for your desire for Gryffindor to sway me. There are adventurous children in every house, but the house that you'll find yourself most a part of is SLYTHERIN!"
 
Rowley was stood in the amazing great hall of Hogwarts New Zealand waiting to be sorted, surrounded by her fellow first years, her eyes wide as she stared around the large room, still in awe. She hadn't seen much of it yet, but so far the castle did more than live up to all of her greatest expectations, and she knew it would continue to do so. She felt extremely lucky to be there, to be a wizard, to finally be starting her first of seven years magical education, and this.. this sorting, would be a decider of sorts, this would determine where, and possibly, with whom she would be spending the majority of her time in the castle. This hat, would decide what kind of person she truly was, and tell her where she belonged. She wasn't one for nerves, but as the sorting began and the headmistress began to read out the names, her stomach began to flutter and her palms clammed up a little. Sod it, she thought, it's hardly a test, no need to be nervous, there's nothing you can do to effect the results whatsoever. To be honest, she hadn't put much thought into the houses at all, and she hadn't been worried about where she'd end up. She was sure no matter where she was placed, she'd still have a great time, and it was hardly like she was only going to want friends from her own house anyway, at the end of the day, a house doesn't define who a person is, not every person in each house is going to be the same type of person or have the same traits, she just hoped other people took the same view on things and wouldn't miss-judge or be prejudice.
Rowley wasn't really paying attention when all of a sudden "Cairns, Rowley" burst her thought bubble, she looked up in surprise as heads began to turn, waiting for this Rowley character to step forward. Wiping her hands on her robes, she made her way up to the stool, smiling widely at the headmistress and plopping herself down. The old, over-sized hat was sat on her head and she could feel that it came down to her eyebrows. Well.. she thought, Not too sure how this works, what I'm supposed to say, or if I'm supposed to say anything at all... tell you what, if you can hear me, I'll just be quiet now and let you do your thing! My future is in your very capable.. ehh.. point.

"No preference at all, huh? Well, there's no doubt that one founder would love you in her house: HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Rory's heart pounded beneath his new, ironed school robes as he sat with his fellow unsorted students. He dared to peer around a boy arrogantly elbowing his friend to see what the front of the great hall looked like once more. The whole thing was unbelievable to the muggleborn, who had only found out he was going to Hogwarts what seemed like a few minutes ago. Rory was determined that he wasn't going to miss a second of his time at Hogwarts. His hours would be spent in the huge library, althouhg he did not yet know such a room existed. Still, the castle was so big that he could quite confidently hope there would be one.
The minutes ticked by as one after another students were called up to the front to become sorted into one of four houses. Rory was finding it hard to take in and remember everything he needed to know in this strange new world. Getting his school supllies had been tricky enough - and there was even new money to think about! Rory was reciting the rhyme he'd invented to remember the currency when his name was called.
Standing up, Rory made his way to the front as carefully as he could. With all eyes on him, he turned and sat on the stool. He could hear his own heart, his own breath as the sorting hat was placed delicately onto his brown, shiny hair.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
The doors to the Great Hall clanked open and Bradley Larton surged forward at the front of the group of First Years. His eyes roamed over the students, the professors at the far end of the hall and the hall itself. He was finally here. And, he realised suddenly, he was actually excited. Maybe there was more of his mother in him then, after all.
When he'd got his letter, he hadn't been excited. All he could think about was his parents' reaction, and what would happen next. It was already difficult having to live in two different houses, how bad would it be as a wizard in his Muggle father's house, but an unwilling one in his mother's?
As he approached the front of the Hall, he scrutinized the Sorting Hat. He wasn't worried about where it would put him. It was the fact that a hat of all things would be trusted with such an important job. Brad had never ceased to be amazed at the way magic worked. It had kept him up late at night as a child, as he turned his head into knots trying to figure it out. It just didn't make sense. Brad smiled to himself. So, there was just as much of his father in him. That was good.

"Larton, Bradley"

Brad felt as though he was watching himself from high above as he moved confidently towards the stool. Had he really already accepted that there was no doubt he was a wizard? Was he really that excited to be here? As the Hat was placed over his head he realised. Yes.

"Another one for HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Ruby Fairleigh drifted along in the back of the group headed to the Great Hall. She absentmindly curled a blonde string of hair around her finger as she looked for new compositions. She'd never really been much of an interior landscape painter, but it was a castle, wasn't it? She'd never painted one of those before. The light in here was so dark and gritty.
In fact, she was so caught up in her observations she was almost left behind. She jerked forwards ungracefully to catch up...and tripped. Pushing herself up Ruby just managed to squeeze in beside a girl with long dark hair before she was totally on her own. For they were now in the Great Hall, and she didn't quite want to be the centre of amused attention just yet.
And then the biting pain in her eye began. One of her contacts must have been knocked when she fell over. Her eyes began to water as she tried to move it back into place. Why couldn't she ever do this while walking? It was impossible! Ruby shuffled her feet the whole way up the hall, keeping her head down to make sure they kept moving. Oh, that would be an interesting painting. Pairs of feet walking.
She got the contact back in place just as they reached the front of the Hall, and managed not to cannon into the boy in front of her. The Sorting commenced, and though it was involuntary, her parents faces floated into her mind. She could hear them whispering, hissing, "Slytherin. Slytherin." Ruby was quite sure she wasn't Slytherin material, but just the thought of her parents disapprovement weighed her down. Well, maybe she just wouldn't tell them which house she was placed in. Maybe they won't even -

"Fairleigh, Ruby"

The girl next to her snorted as Ruby moved forwards. She glanced back, but she didn't recognise the girl. Ruby was unsurprised really. She was sure that practically everyone in the wizarding world knew her last name. Her parents would have made sure of that. Although, it was quite unfair to be judged so early, wasn't it? No matter. She sat down on the wooden stool and cleared her mind. Well, she tried to. The floating candles had given her an idea...such soft light... But the Hat had been dropped on her head leaving nothing but the darkness.

"Fortunately, your parent's preference doesn't factor in to this at all. Though, I'm not sure how pleased they'll be to hear you're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Lily had never imagined that this school would be so large. The moment she had set eyes on the building, she had felt as if she was in a fairy tail. She had even pinched herself three or more times to check if she was dreaming. Once she was sure she was not dreaming, she stepped into the hall. it was beautifully decorated, and magic was literally in the air as candle floated above them. She searched through the crowd and saw that some students were nervous, some were excited, and others looked almost apathetic. She watched as the Headmistress told them about the grounds. the Forbidden Forest sounded spooky, like something in a book. She was so surprised by everything that this held, that it was almost too overwhelming. She looked around for a familiar face in the crowd. And there he was, brown hair and a huge grin. Lily stood on her tip toes and waved wildly to him. He waved back and now Lily was comforted to know that she had a friend out there

Lily walked up to the sorting hat. " hi" she said nervously. she then placed the hat on her head and awaited its decision.

"Hmmm. While you may want to be a Gryffindor, you're very clearly a RAVENCLAW!"
 
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