Borka, unlike many of his peers standing before him, was not nervous in the least. He stood beside his cousin, Avrille. They had met once or twice but were not as close as he was with his older brother's friends, younger siblings, because they got to see each other often enough. In fact, if he wasn't mistaken, he thought he had seen Kaleb, which would make for an interesting year.
The eleven year old, was a spitting image of Hayden when he was younger. He had light brown hair, and green-blue eyes that looked like crystals, and strong features. As Borka waited, he looked around the room, kind of wishing his older brother was here, he looked up to him so very much, and wanted to be like him.
Finally, Borka's name was approaching, they had gone through the letter's A to Ke, and were finally on Ker's. "Kerberos, Borka." Upon hearing his name, he went into character, an innocent one, and began walking towards the stool.
In character, Borka was nothing more then a nice boy that happened to have more then a few friends of the female sex, just as Hayden had been at a young age. But when he was being himself he was a cold, calculated, straight-shooting kind of person, that only respected a few people.
The Kerberos boy felt the hat placed on his head, and he looked into the ocean of faces, smiling friendly to them. Borka wasn't thinking anything to the hat because it honestly didn't matter where he was placed, at long as it wasn't Hufflepuff, and because he knew mostly everything about Durmstrang, and not Hogwarts, considering 87% of his family had attended Durmstrang.
Just as Borka was begining to feel slightly impatient with the whole situation of just sitting there, the Sorting Hat began to speak...
"SLYTHERIN!"
