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.

"At last indeed, and quick this will be. I am wise and my decision will be one easily made. I see what you want, and with this intelligence, I agree...Ravenclaw,"

 

[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.

"I am sifting through your mind, figuring you out. Once I've found it, I'll know exactly where you should go. I'll say, that you would've made a rather good Hufflepuff with that kind and hard-working nature but, I feel you'll see great success in...Gryffindor,"​

 

[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.

"You can certainly read all about it in the history books about me that we have in the library. For you though, there's quite a lot I can see, a lot of varying paths, a lot of different elements pulling you in different directions. It makes you almost difficult to place, but I see it...Gryffindor,"

 

[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.

"I sort too many people to remember any one. And this is about you, it is not about them. In you, I see a lot of ambition. I see a lot of loyalty, but perhaps not as much loyalty as you think you have..however...I do still believe both of these make you most suited to where I see you'd like to go...Gryffindor,"

 

[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.

"I see that you are very eager to get started, and I am eager to help you along the way...Ravenclaw,"

 

[Henri Fontaine]

Henri was very ready to be sorted. He knew it was the first step in his Hogwarts journey but better, it would enable him to sit down and then get back to the book he'd been reading. Henri knew it was important, his mother had pressed to him that sorting was important. But he also just wanted it to be done and over with sooner rather than later. The good thing was, his friend, the girl from the park was in his year, and that was cool. That was going to make things cool. He had sat with her on the train and was sticking close to her as they were brought into the hall. He trailed to the back a little distracted by what he was sure was a bug scuttling along the ground, and then he spotted his sister. He waved at her. "Hey Apolline!" Henri said excitedly, before almost bumping into one of the first years at the back and almost tripping up in the process.

He found a spot to stand in and then looked to the front, peering across the other students as the hat began to sing. he knew this, well, he knew that the hat would sing, he knew that the singing would be followed with the names. he didn't know why the song was something the hat did, and he wondered if perhaps there were any books on it. Maybe he could look into the library and see if there was anything. There had to be something on it, because the hat was old, and people would've written about something so old. he knew from what his mother said that this hat served both Hogwarts, and whether it sang the same song or had region specific songs he didn't know. But someone would know.

"Fontaine, Henri,"

henri was so caught up in all of that, he just barely caught his name being called. "Sorry," he said loudly before moving to the front and then immediately as he stepped forward tripping up over his own feet. He fell to the ground with an oof, and then got back up and with not a hint of embarrassment at what had happened and how long he was taking brushed himself down and then went to sit. He looked up at the other students, and knew that the hat wouldn't be able to answer all of the questions that he had, mostly because he knew it didn't have the time, there were lots of other students to sort.