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Sorting Ceremony

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Jace looks around as he and the other first years are marched into the great hall. It was astounding, seeing the night sky inside this giant room.

He looked up at the front when the first name was called out, and he could not hold back his excitement. He was this close to being sorted!

As the Hat finally called up his name, the 11 year old Jace bounds up the the stool and sits on the stool, the biggest smile imaginable resting on his face

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Kaoru's eyes were fixed on the hat, and he couldn't help but smile. He was excited to be sorted. Was that so bad? He wanted to know if he would get in the same house as one of his brothers or not. Still, even if he didn't, that would be ok! It just would've been easier if he had known somebody in his house to start with. Well, he could just go look for friends. Surely somebody in this group would like him enough to be friends! "Shurui, Kaoru!" As his name was called, Kaoru bounded up to the stool and sat down eagerly, waiting.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Well, the professor had called his name. He walked away from the huddle of First Year students and sat on the stool and waited for the sorting hat to be placed on his head.
''Ravenclaw,''He said, staring at the entire student body with his golden eyes.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Gabe stood still awestruck by the sights he'd been seeing since he entered Hogwarts.

'Gabriel Poole,' the professor said, his name resonating through the Great hall. He wasn't the scared at all as he walked over and sat on the stool. As the Hat was placed on his head, he'd say, ''Mr. Hat sir, Aren't you going to te retiring anytime soon? You look a bit too old for this kinda job''

"And you look too young to be entrusted with any form of magic, but here we are. I thought you might be a Hufflepuff like your mother but, actually, you'll do well in SLYTHERIN!"
 
This was so embarrassing for the eleven year old boy. Russell had just arrived at his new school and no matter how hard he had tried to make a good impression, his presentation had let him down. The unusual list of school supplies had taken its toll on his parents already dwindling bank balance so had to do everything on the cheap, including Russell’s uniform. His robes were second hand and no longer black, he was confident that they had once been black but age had worn them down to a greyer colour. To make matters worse his brand new (to him) robes were far too long at the arms and feet because his mother wanted to get as much ware out of them as possible and he kept tripping if he wasn’t careful with every step.

Russell waited with his peers in front of an old hat which came to life to recite a poem. Russell’s eyes widened and he looked to the other first years to see if any of them held the same surprise as him. It was a hat which was going to sort them all!

Fortunately for Russell his last name was towards the end of the alphabet so he had a chance to watch most his classmates get sorted before him. It didn’t seem too bad so when it was his chance he stepped forward, taking extra care not to trip on his robes, and sat down on the stool, ready to have the hat placed on top of his head.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Lucille walked through the doors of the great hall. Shock and wonder spread openly across her face. She grinned and began walking forwards with the rest of the first years with her. The hall was fabulous and, for lack of a better word, magical. There were flying candles and a sky where the ceiling should be. This was more than she had imagined it ever could be and it was amazing. She could only dream of the things she would learn here, the memories she would make and, if she was lucky, the friends she would pick up along the way.

As they reached the front Lucille was intrigued by the hat at the front. People on the train had been talking about a test they would have to take but she failed to see how a hat had anything to do with that at all. She gasped as it began to speak and the grin returned to her face. This place was truly magical beyond her dreams. She watched carefully to what happened as the other students went up to the hat, some looking as confused as she felt about the hat. It didn't take her long to deduce that the hat was able to have some kind of connection with the students that allowed it to tell which house they belonged in. She imagined it could get into their heads judging by the actions and the looks on some of the students faces; they looked as though a voice had come out of no where.

When it was her turn Lucille walked up to the stool and sat down calmly. She prepared herself for the invasion of her privacy and tried to keep her mind away from things she kept private, just in case she was right about the hat being able to see inside her head. She waited for it to do something,s he wasn't entirely sure how this would work but it didn't really matter as long as she was here. "Hello hat, hope you're having a nice day." She thought to it, just in case it could hear her. She didn't want to be rude to the item of clothing that would determine her future in the school, that would not be wise at all.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Hogwarts was a place the likes of which Margo had never seen. From the people, to the furnishings, everything held and air of mystery and excitement for the young girl. She could have spent hours just gazing around the Great Hall and dreaming of the adventures a place like this could offer, which is probably why she didn't hear her name the first, or second, time it was called.

Margo could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks as she realized that everyone was waiting on her and scolded herself, murmuring "Marvelous first impression you clod." She dug her short finger nails into her little palms and began the long walk to the front of the hall, her heart racing all the while with both apprehension and excitement.

Once at the stool Margo paused just a moment to take one last look at this magical place before plopping gracelessly down and placing the old hat on her head. Once the hat fell over her eyes, any nervousness she might have felt vanished, leaving behind only a feeling of intense joy that Margo herself would have trouble describing even years later. A huge grin spread over her face as she maintained but one thought in her overly cluttered brain.

Let the adventure begin!

"Undoubtedly a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Hands fiddling impatiently, Evening looked through the throng of remaining unsorted students, hoping to catch a lock of brown hair, or the flash of a familiar smile before having to go up there. Leo hadn't been sorted yet, had he? If he hadn't, then where was he? So worried about her friend, Eve almost missed her name being called for her to be sorted, only the slight pushing of the other kids snapped her back in reality to hear her last name being spoke once more from the professor's lips. Chewing her lip she was so worried, the blonde girl pushed her hair out of her face and climbed towards the stool that she was supposed to sit on. Plopping down on it, Eve peeked up at the bottom of the Sorting Hat, which seemed to be a dark abyss. When the abyss grew bigger, which foretold the hat's landing on her head, Eve snapped her gaze back out to the Great Hall. The weight of the hat was only noticeable for a second before the hat slid over her eyes and blocked her view.

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
The first thing Harley noticed fully when she walked into the Great Hall of Hogwarts, despite all the mellow lightness of a thousand candles and the chattering around her, was the ceiling. Of course, she had heard of the enchantment on the Great Hall's high ceiling at Hogwarts, as she had researched her new future home with a drive and passion she'd almost never felt before for education. Still cynical, though, she had assumed that it would look faded, and the stars would look dim, not like a real night sky, thought that magic could never replicate the real beauty of a thing like that.

She was wrong. She didn't like to admit it even to herself, but she was wrong. The deep indigo sky above, dotted with stars like tiny diamonds, looked about as plain and unimpressive as a diamond mine itself. Whilst the students stood there for a moment, orderly, she stared into the enchanted sky. It put a glitter into her eye that she hadn't even been hoping for. She had been so enthusiastic about attending Hogwarts, escaping her family for a while, and this just effortlessly topped even her expectations. She glanced around the Great Hall, saw the glowing sconces and the glowing atmosphere and the students' glowing faces, and she knew this could really feel like home.

Suddenly, the line started moving again, and her head snapped forward, her brain switching into gear once more and slight nerves kicking in. Harley had learned to always contain her nerves and keep her cool no matter the situation. It didn't mean she didn't feel it sometimes, though. Despite not minding much which house she went in (except God forbid Hufflepuff), she was still apprehensive of the current situation. She had had a dream not too many nights ago, irrational she thought of course, that the Sorting Hat would take one look into her mind, declare her unworthy in front of the entire school, and she would be sent home. Stiffening her shoulders and jaw as she walked with the other students, she reminded herself of the talent and promise she had in education and had been told she could have as a young witch, and stared forward.

Everybody was crowded around the raised platform at the head of the Great Hall now. This was marked by a grand stately table, where many imperious figures sat along, regarding the new students. Those must be the Professors, Harley thought, but her focus was torn away as one stately witch walked forward and started speaking of the Sorting Hat. Harley had already heard of it and its function, but listened intently anyway. She felt anticipation and apprehension bubbling up inside her like a potion in a cauldron.

The witch proceeded to call many names. Harley's feelings of apprehension and yet confident anticipation grew and grew, her name being close to the end of the list.

Finally, she heard the witch call clearly, "Smith, Harley!"

Harley tilted her chin up, straightened her back and stalked forward, sitting on the rickety stool. The Professor then placed the Hat on her head.

"Hi there, Mr or Ms Hat," she greeted steadily, focused, inside her mind. "What do you make of my head?"

"It's sort of your standard head, isn't it? What's inside, though - truly unique. Now go on, join your house - you're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
*I walk in to the hall in a line with the other kids*

"I wonder which house I'm in?" I mumble to myself.

The ghosts enter, and I am momentarily startled.

Then the teacher brings us in, and as each person is sorted, I file the information away until...
"Liv Ingris!"
I calmly walk to the hat with a neutral look on my face.

'This is it', I think and I carefully put the hat on my head.

"Slytherin."

OOCOut of Character:
Remember to roleplay in the third person. Use 'she' instead of 'I', etc.
 
Jane walked in through the Great Hall doors with the biggest smile on her face, excited as ever! As she walked up to the front she glanced around the room and caught the smiles of those from years past. She watched others go up one by one, to take a seat on the stool and get sorted into their houses. If anything it made her more eager. The Jane heard her name called. She then swerved around the other first years, and sat on the stool. :geek:

"You seem to me like a finder. Perhaps one of the best. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Once Adam entered the Great Hall with the rest of the beginning years, he was amazed to see how amazing the hall looked. His eyes were fixed to the ceiling which projected the night sky. Adam accidentally bumped into a fellow first year in front of him. "Opps, sorry!" He whispered. As the large group of young children made their way to the front of the large hall, Adam noticed a patched hat with sat on top of a three legged stool. A lady, whom he assumed to be the head mistress made her way to the podium.
She began her speech, as Adams ears listened attentively. He heard as she mentioned the Forbidden Forest, and how it was off limits. 'With a name like that, who wouldn't want to go into there!' Adam thought. The head mistress gave instructions on how the sorting was to take place. Many names were called, once the majority of the crowd was gone,
"Perry, Adam." Adam pushed through the thinning crowd and sat atop the stool as the worn hat was placed on top of his head. "Ummm... hi there, so what exactly do I do?" he mumbled.

"You just sit there and I do all the magic. But now that's all over with, you're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
I walked with the rest of the first years thought the middle of the four tables. I looked around at all the students in a few minutes I will be sitting at one of the table for the next seven years. I walked up to the stool the hat was placed on my head

"RAVENCLAW!"
OOCOut of Character:
Remember to roleplay in the third person. Use 'He/She' instead of 'I' and 'his/her' instead of 'my'.
 
Isabelle gazed up at the lighted ceiling and the deep, twinkling sky. She quickly compressed the butterflies in her stomach, rolling back her shoulders so as to convince herself she was less nervous than she felt. The stern woman at the front called, "Lightwood, Isabelle." Immediately, Isabelle strode up the stairs, conscious that every face was turned to her. She was suddenly very aware of her rapidly beating heart, and she reached for the ruby necklace at her throat. She sat on the stool, facing the crowd, as an innocuous looking hat was place upon her head.
A voice, intruding and frightening, whispered in her ear, startling Isabelle so that she almost cried out.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Valerie Abigail Layne did not have any emotions about this day. The ride all the way to the school had her in a bad mood. Val never expected there to be so many first years, but, then again, she didn't care. All she really wanted was some sleep. She did not understand why everyone was so excited. It was not like this was the first sorting in a hundred years. This happened every year. What was the point of getting excited over something so trivial. Her older sister told Valerie to, at least, act happy during her sorting. Appearently, the Hat did not like snotty brats. She rolled her eyes. Like she cared about what the Sorting Hat thought of her. She just wanted the best house, because she deserved nothing less than the best. She wanted the house that would help her learn, grow, and reach her goals. She would even step on people's necks to get to wherever she decided to go in her seventh year. Valerie heard her name called. She calmly walked up i the stage and sat on the stool, her posture perfect. The Hat was slowly placed on her head. She kept back any rude comments. She did not want to land herself a spot in Hufflepuff.

"No doubt you're bright, but there are bright students in every house. I fear you're not wise, you're very much interested in seeing yourself succeeded at whatever cost from what I see here. And, despite your not caring what I think, it's what matters now, isn't it? You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Jessica was really excited about going to Hogwarts. Growing up with Muggles had meant that she had never had to opportunity to experience magic before. She was so excited that she was one of the first to get on the Hogwarts Express. Sadly, no one had wanted to sit with her but she didn't give a rats tail. She just wanted to have a good time and make some friends in her new school.

The Great Hall was even better. There were candles just hovering over everybody and nobody had a problem with that. Jessica imagined one of the candles falling down and burning someone's head. She laughed. When her name was called she didn't hesitate and sat up on the stool. Inside she was feeling very nervous, but aren't they all? Suddenly, a voice spoke inside the girl's head. She jumped, startled.

"You are perhaps the model HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Ever since Mia Chance got her letter, she was really very excited. So when the day came finally, she was kind of nervous but she always tells herself to keep her head up high and be brave whatever house she'll end up with (but she hopes she'll be in Gryffindor, though). She though, "Relax, just be yourself, relax..."

After making their way up in the front, the sorting immediately began. After a few students, like 5 or 6, finally... "Chance, Mia".

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
At last, Darcy was inside the castle just outside the big old oak doors. She heard that for her to be official, Darcy has to be sorted on a certain house which she was okay with but she never know about the traits of the said houses to be fit in a right house. As soon as the big oak old doors opened, the hall was filled with old students, ghost and the Professors. Darcy wasn't awed because she had seen many halls like that in Las Vegas, one particular is their own casino. It has a big hall for the restaurant and ballroom where a big chandelier on the center it hanged. Once their group had stopped, Darcy looked around not knowing that the sorting had started and she went to look in front, her mouth fell open when she saw a girl that looked exactly like her. Darcy blink once and she couldn't believe that the girl was still their, it wasn't a dream or hallucination. She frowned and crossed her arms in front of her chest, the frown then became a mean stare as the girl was sorted into Ravenclaw, now that she knew where the identical of her's house, she has to be on another house. "Sparhawk, Darcy." The lady in front called out and she walked pass everyone who was in her way, Darcy heard gasp and some whispered to their friends. She faced the other students and sat on the stool and once she sat down, the hat was placed on top of her head. Darcy became silent I don't want to be in the same house as that imposter over there. I don't want to be compared to her. Put me in the house that can beat her house to show everyone that even though we're identical, I can still beat her she thought but she wasn't actually thinking rather, she was talking to the hat. Darcy waited and never spoke until the result is out. She was still thinking who the hell was the girl, did she stole her identity or what?

"You definitely don't belong in Ravenclaw, anyway. You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Sara Charlotte Laker. That was the name of the girl who was soon going to be a First Year in Hogwarts! It has been an all time dream to enroll in Hogwarts. Jumping off the Hogwarts Express, Sara's heart thumped faster. Her parched throat ached for thirst. Sara came from an average family. She hadn't drank a single sip of water since the morning. She was too nervous.

Once entered the Great Hall, Sara was amazed. She was so impressed by the sight. Floating beautiful candles and friendly welcoming faces greeted her. Her knees became wobbly. She nervously walked up the aisle and immediately saw this dusty old hat. It was time. When her dear name was called, Sara took a deep breath and sat on the stool. 'Hi hat, I would agree with any house you will choose me to be in. You are so smart and beautiful, golly! Don't put me in this ... Slytherin ... Heard lots of stuff ... Anyway, I trust you to put me in a great house! Hufflepuff maybe? Ravenclaw? I don't think I'm fit for Gryffindor. Oh well! Thank you I'm done now ... Your decision please?' Sara closed her eyes as the sorting hat announced boldly and loudly on Sara Charlotte Laker's house.

"Not Slytherin, hmmm? There's nothing wrong with Slytherin, you know. But, if your emind is made up I must admit Slytherin isn't really the house for you. You're very much a RAVENCLAW!"
 
For once, Raleigh was not late. But then again, how could she be late to what was possibly the greatest moment of her life (aside from getting her acceptance letter, of course)? She was about to be accepted to a magical school. Even in her wildest dreams, it did not occur to her that something as awesome would ever happen to her. The only downside was that she couldn't tell her friends. It was just so unusual... For the past eleven years of her life, Raleigh's mum and dad had constantly reminded her that she shouldn't keep secrets and that she should tell the truth whenever asked. But now, they were telling her that she had to keep her mouth shut about being magical! It was so unfair and annoying, and Raleigh had argued with them for hours to no avail. Not that it had mattered... Raleigh had planned on telling her friends anyway. Until her parents hadn't threatened to keep her out of Hogwarts, that was.

"Rhodes, Raleigh!" The girl's head snapped up at the sound of her name. It was finally her turn. That was what sucked the most about her last name. Because "R" came so late in the alphabet, Raleigh was always one of the last people to do anything. At least she wasn't completely last this time. There were so many people in this school, which was both extremely exciting and a bit surprising to Raleigh. She had always attended a private school, and there had only been twenty or so people in her entire grade. It was really nice to finally have a bunch of people to talk to.

Raleigh strode forward slowly, trying to savor the moment. Finally, she sat down on the uncomfortable stool. Suddenly, her world went dark as the hat was placed on her head, its brim flopping over her eyes. Raleigh attempted to adjust the hat before freezing. What if that prevented it from doing its magic? How did the hat even work? The girl quickly folded her hands in her lap. What was that rumor again? Oh, right, apparently the hat could hear you. Raleigh closed her eyes and attempted to speak to it. Uh, hello? she thought experimentally. Can you hear me?

"Yes. And not just your conscious thoughts, either, but who you really are. With all that, you seem like quite the GRYFFINDOR to me."
 
Griffin Chase McGuinness tried to appear calm and collected as he walked into the Great Hall for the first time, but the young boy couldn't help the slight widening of his eyes any more than he could keep the corners of his mouth from turning up to form a goofy grin. His mum had told him loads of stories about her glory days at Hogwarts, but none of the stories had prepared him for this. His blue eyes traveled the length of the hall, drinking in all they could in such a short time. It was beautiful, and though Griffin knew Hogwarts New Zealand was not an old school by magical world terms, a feeling of history hung in the air. The young boys blue eyes gleamed in the light of a thousand candles. No wonder mum misses this place he thought to himself she's always had a weird thing for candles. Griffin smirked as he thought of his mother, and was only slightly surprised to feel a slight pang of homesickness so soon.

The candles were indeed lovely, but to Griffin the most exciting part of the Great hall was the sky. Griffen had looked forward to seeing the Great Hall for years, but he had never dreamed that the ceiling would be so realistic. As a boy back in Ireland Griff had spent many a night camping out under the stars. He used to spend hours outside with his telescope, looking up at the wonders of the night sky. In winter, he had longed for the return of decent weather, eager for it to be warm enough for him to spend time outdoors at night. At Hogwarts, Griff would be able to look up at the night sky no matter the weather. He could not have been more thrilled.

Unlike the other students, Griff wasn't nervous about the sorting. He knew the hat would put him right where he belonged, his mother had assured him of that. Students gathered around their respective tables, and Griffin smiled, eager to see where it was he belonged. He had time until his name was called, and so he let himself get lost in thought for awhile. He thought of his family first; Lonan and Wren would love it here when their time came. A rueful grin crept across his face as he thought of the future, wondering if anyone would notice the strange theme to the names of his family. His mum was nothing if not eccentric.

Watching as the other's were sorted Griffin tried his hardest to keep a tight reign on his patience. Patience was one virtue the Irish boy was severely lacking. To amuse himself as the time passed he made up personalities for the other first years in his head. It was a game he often played with himself. Finally, after what seemed an age, Griffin's name was called. He heard someone snicker, and shot the student a glare; he hated when people made fun of his name. Griffin himself thought it was pretty cool. With confidence in his stride and a wink to someone who was staring at him Griffin made his way to the stool. He turned slowly, looking into the sea of students and trying to decide where it was he belonged. He had no idea. He'd have to leave it to the infinite wisdom of the sorting hat. He smiled before putting the hat on his head, thinking all right, tell me my fate

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Flash Jethro Niel new that this was coming he was really excited about getting sorted. His mother had told him so much about Hogwarts New Zealand. Now, he was going to experience it himself. Normally, Flash had so much energy about something not related to sports, or a new book at the library. Kids a muggle school hought he was weird for liking sports and studying. He didn't understand why they tried to make him choose one or the other. It was very silly to the boy. Flash stood patiently. He glanced around the Great Hall curiously. It was so big. His whole apartment could fit in this room. He imagined how big his room would be. Maybe it would actually be big enough to fit all of his stuff. This made Flash smile. His mother was expecting a lot from him, but he was already expecting a lot from himself. There as so much he wanted to know about, and so much that he wanted to learn. At times, he did not make the right decisions, but he did learn from his mistakes. He found that you cn learn from anything. Flash heard his name called. He took a deep breath before he walked up to the stool. What if it collapsed when he sat on him? That would mean that he is fat and needed to exercise more. He did not have much excess fat, so why was he worried? Why was he even thinking about his weight at at time like this? Flash quickly sat on the stool. He looked out at the sea of students. He looked forward to learning with them. He felt the Hat being placed on his head. He did not really have anything to say or ask the Hat. This disappointed him. They only had this one chance to get to know each other. Flash tried to not worry himself over it though.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Caroline Beckett was extremely excited to be starting this new chapter in her life. She always knew that this day would arrive. Both of her parents had attended Hogwarts Scotland which was where they met. Caroline was fascinated by everything that she had seen so far from the Hogwarts Express down to the Great Hall where she was standing now. The ceiling was just as it had been described in Hogwarts: A History which Caroline had begun reading the day after she was sorted. Of course, by now she had finished the book. Caroline paid close attention as the Sorting hat began to sing them a song. Her gray eyes widened slightly, never having encountered anything like this before. It was amazing! Everything here was so amazing!!

Caroline anxiously waited her name to be called. She was looking forward to receiving her house placement and seeing where she would be living for the next seven years. It seemed like a life time before "Beckett, Caroline" was called out. The little blonde girl made her way to the front of the hall where she sat down on the rough wooden stool. She felt the weight of the hat being placed on her head. She wondered what its decision would be.

"You could be a lot of things. Ravenclaw, surely. Slytherin, for a quiet rage that you hide well in public. Perhaps, though, your motivation lies most with that of GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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