Sorting Ceremony Y48

[Persephonia Rose]

As soon as Persephonia entered the Great Hall, she could not distinguish the feeling of being excited and the need to back away due to the overwhelming ambience that was filled with noise and the number of people. She clutched her robe tight and twisted her pockets inside to ease the uncomfortable sensation of her own thoughts, mixed with her readiness to be sorted, making her palms go sweaty. It was not fear that she was experiencing, but everything else seemed to be closing upon her with no room to breathe.

For one thing, she was not paying attention much to the song nor what the professor had told about the Forbidden Forest. But by the name of it, she knew surely enough that she is not to step foot on its grounds. Her nana did not graduate from Hogwarts, so it is no question why she had not given any precautions regarding about the darkness that could possibly loom in its domain. Her parents, however, were too busy and she had not seen them for a year and only sent an owl on her birthday last year whilst sending her dolls and books that could highly pique her interest every moon.

One could tell that by looking on the ground waiting could mean that a person was shy. Subjective in terms of perspective. She had thought. The main reason that she could not look at the podium nor maintain her curiosity around her was merely because the crowd itself was making her dizzy. Like a false vertigo.

She sighed and inhaled a quiet sharpness of breath when suddenly her name has been finally called.

At last, at last. She thought to herself as she sat on the stool, waiting for the wise hat to make its decision.

 

[Christa Langley]

Christa stood in the long line of students, her heart almost beating out of her chest. She could hardly believe this was actually happening. Just three months ago she had been sitting in her family's little house in Parramatta, blissfully unaware that she would soon be surrounded by wizards, magic and an entire school full of people who had been living a completely different life from her own. Now, here she was, her new robes itching slightly at the collar, eyes wide as she watched the students ahead of her. The hall was enormous, the stone walls stretching higher into the vaulted ceiling than she thought they should be able to. The candles were floating overhead, casting a warm sort of golden glow over the tables, and she couldn't help but to look up, her mouth dry at the sight. It was all so terribly different from what she'd ever known, but also somehow, everything was so cool. Was all of this just for her benefit? Did they do this for everyone?

She tried to focus, to slow her racing thoughts. "It's not that big of a deal," she whispered under her breath, though it wasn't helping to calm her very well. After all, it wasn't every day that you got sorted into a wizarding house, was it? She didn't know much about them, though she'd tried to read up on it a little. The different houses seemed to come with different opinions from everyone else in different houses, and everyone seemed to think their house was the best. As the line moved forward, Christa adjusted her glasses - no, wait. She didn't need her glasses actually, and so she pulled them over her head instead. Her whole world was now shifting into focus and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

Langley, Christa!

She flinched, feeling her face heat up as the entire hall seemed to turn to look at her. Her heart thumped in her chest again as she forced herself to make her way up the steps to the stool, the solitary, surrounded stool. She tried to ignore the way the students were watching her - maybe they weren't even watching her, but it really felt like they were. She was definitely not used to this kind of attention, but there was no going back now. She dropped herself into the stool, the nervous energy buzzing through her as the weird little hat was placed on her head. She hoped it didn't mind the sweat. She could barely hear the voice in her head, but it felt as though it was sifting through her brain, trying to figure her out. It was weird... a very weird feeling indeed.​

 

[Adrien Gonzalez]

Adrien was curious to be in Hogwarts, it was gonna be interesting for sure so that was what Adrien was focusing on. He was trying to absorb as much as he could to know what was gonna happen when he got forward. So when his name was called, Adrien was prepared. Just a hat on the head that was gonna say something just to him and then yell out the house. Nice. What was the difference between the houses? He had no idea more than just from the history book but standards changed all the time, right? No way it was gonna be the same way as it was hundreds of years ago. So Adrien just accepted the thought of being sorted where the hat found it fit. He was sure he was gonna make it in any place, so when called, Adrien went and sat down under the hat waiting for the decision to come.

 

[Tessaria Carter]

Tessaria wasn’t sure if she was ready for what was ahead of her. It had been so long coming, however it was a big step for the girl and the thought of having to become a little more independent was admittedly daunting, yet exciting, as she had been wanting to discover Hogwarts for herself for so long. She had relied so much on her parents however and now she was going to have to step foot into Hogwarts by herself. At least her sisters were already there, waiting for her, and her father was a professor in the school. She had a good support system, and so just tried her best to think positive thoughts as she walked through the giant double doors into the Great Hall with all of the other soon-to-be first years.

As Tess stepped foot into the hall, she suddenly felt so small. Older students stared at the group as they walked between the tables to the front where the sorting hat was waiting for them. The girl wanted desperately to be sorted and was keen to have the hat placed on her head, however she was admittedly a little frightened of where it would put her. She wanted desperately to go somewhere she already knew, like Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. She didn't think she suited the other houses, but not knowing at all where she would go was somehow making her feel a little nervous, which was very unlike her. She still felt excited however, and felt a smile on her face as they approached the sorting stool and the name calling began.

It wasn't long before it was her turn and Tess happily stepped up to sit on the stool. She took a deep breath and spoke in her head to the hat. Hello, Mr Hat. Do you remember sorting my siblings? What about my mother? Are you old enough to have sorted my mother? Do you think I would be like them? She wasn't sure if the hat would respond to her, but thought talking to it would be nice nonetheless. After all, it made her feel a little more comfortable in the situation she was in.

 

[Starla Sainz]

The Spanish girl looked around, glancing at her new schoolmates. Some of them looked nervous and some of them looked excited to get sorted. She was amongst the latter - she couldn't wait to get sorted. Starla could not wait to get sorted, and start classes. When would the classes start? Would it be tomorrow or the day after that?

Starla waited patiently for her turn.