Sorting Ceremony

[Ava King]

The Headmistress, Ava Davershire welcomed the students entering the Great Hall with a warm and friendly smile. The holidays had flown by, and the Headmistress couldn't believe that it was time for another year of school to start. The Sorting Ceremony was something Ava loved attending, and because it was the first time the First Year's were seeing the Great Hall, she made sure the Hall looked immaculate. The roof was, as always, charmed, showing the night sky, the stars twinkling above the student's heads. The roaring fires on each end of the Hall kept the large room warm and homely, the candles flickering above the tables made the room even more magical. Next to the Podium, sat a three-legged stool with a rugged looking hat on top of it.
Ava saw the young children walking towards the front of the Hall, and she grinned. It was always exciting to have new comers in her school, students eager to learn what they could about magic.
When the First Years reached the front of the Hall, Ava approached the podium, the chatter in the Hall quickly dying out. "Hello all, and welcome to another year at Hogwarts." Ava started off happily. "Welcome to all our new students, this will be your home for the next seven years - if you treat it well, it will treat you well. And welcome back to all our old students, it's great to see you all again!" Ava stated smiling. "A reminder to all that the Forbidden Forest is strictly out of bounds, and any rule breakers will be punished." Her blue eyes studied the new faces in front of her, some looking nervous, some excited, others indifferent. "First years, when your name is called, please come and sit here," Ava started, gesturing to the stool "And I will place the Sorting Hat on your head. The Sorting Hat will decide where you will be staying for your school years. When it's made it's decision, you may go and sit with you new House." Ava grinned, excited to get the year started.

Out of Character:

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[Sorting Hat]

It comes but once, but once each year,
When, I, the sorting hat appear.
I appear to sort the latest batch,
To look within and find a match.
To seek the person who does reside,
Beneath the skin, deep down inside.

Rest assured, I do take care,
To avoid mistakes and always be fair,
Because I know my duty is very great,
The decisions I make affecting fate.
So do not approach with a sense of fear,
Embarrassed when seated upon your rear.
And when I’m placed upon your head,
Your thoughts should not be full of dread.
Approach with confidence, pure and true,
Give me the chance to honour you.

Those who step forth brave with pride,
Likely in Gryffindor they will reside.
Fire and Lion, scarlet and gold,
A house of friends, strong and bold.

Hard working kids who value fair play,
May find that Hufflepuff is where they stay.
The Earth and Badger, yellow and black.
Loyalty and tolerance, keep them on track.

Creativity and intelligence will help some soar,
Above the rest to Ravenclaw’s door.
Air and Eagle, bronze and blue.
The wisdom to make dreams come true.

And finally those, resourceful and cunning,
Ambitious and powerful are in the running.
They’ll join the house of silver and green,
Where water and serpents stage the scene.

Now, one last thing, please take heed,
Here is some advice that you may need.
This school has grown in a short time,
So have mistakes and heinous crime.
A challenge to all present, to look within,
No matter the house I've placed you in.
To do your best and persevere,
To use your strengths and face your fear.

The time has come, no more delay,
I call you forth, come on, let’s play

 

[Isla MacNiall]

Isla was looking down at the marble floor where the other freshman's are standing, waiting for the opening of the big old oak doors in front of them. She doesn't know what would her reaction be when the doors opens; should she be happy, excited or angry that she was accepted at this kind of school? Nevertheless, she needed to socialized like what her ma had told her before. She lack of friends in her elementary school. The only thing her parents let her go is that to make lots of friends and boost her confidence and as the look of it right now, she isn't in any lucky right now.

The old oak doors have swung open and they were lined up in two lines, her in the very front with another girl beside her. They started walking as a gorgeous woman signed them to come inside. Isla's eyes keep searching the crowed as if she was looking for someone but who? her parents can't come because of the flight they have to take. They let Isla take the plan by herself with only a steward on her side. Once the group stopped in front of a stage, there was a high stool and an old hat in the center of the stage and then the woman introduce herself and welcomed everybody. She then took out a scroll and read out names starting with the last names from A to Z.

She then started to chew on the hem of her cloak which was brand new, her parents started an account at gringotts which they were instructed to do when Isla first gonna her letter. They then found out that there is an original Hogwarts in Scotland but decided to take the school in New Zealand. Her and her parents went to shop for her supplies in London to save up the hassle. As the last names was done on the L's, the M's where up. "MacNiall, Isla" The woman called out to her first, Isla froze and dropped the hem of the sleeve of the cloak from her mouth.

She saw how the old hat spoke magically but then again, this is a magic school that she didn't know about. The shaking red head girl went up to the stage, her back facing the crowed. Isla closed her eyes as if praying this is just a dream, a long and not-so-fun dream but it didn't went away as she was still standing at the very place and hard wood floor. She decided to take a sit on the stool and once the old hat was placed on her head, a fear just rolled up through her spinal, she didn't know what to say or what to do. I'm so nice and a good girl but why am I here? She asked herself or is she asking the hat? Isla waited for the verdict comes.

"RAVENCLAW!"

 

[AkumaChibi]

I stare up from my place among the other first years, looking between the teachers as I wonder momentarily what's going through their minds. I don't really care, but they don't seem all that interested about being at the welcome feast. I can hear the students names of those surrounding me being called as I wait beside my sister, she's called up next and placed in Ravenclaw, I'm not surprised, she's a complete book worm and knowledge mongrel. When I hear my own name called, I walk forward, my eyes don't leave the hat on the stool, when I finally reach it, I sit down and the hat is placed carefully atop my head.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Out of Character:

Note that you should roleplay in the third person past tense, as per our Board Rules.
If you plan to be a pureblood, as your sorting form suggests, you must apply.

 

[Sebastion Vogler]

Sebastion was filled with anticipation. He's dreamed of being a Hogwarts student since he was a small child and his parents started to explain to him about the Wizarding World. He couldn't wait for the day he'd get the letter, and the day he got it was a day he'll never forget.

Walking into the large hall filled him with a lot of emotions. He was here. Finally here! And somewhere in here was his older cousin that he hadn't seen in years. He was excited to see her again. He also wondered what house she was in, maybe they'd get put into the same one? He doubted it. He kind of didn't want to be in the same house as her either though, to be honest. He wanted to explore the school on his own. He wouldn't want his cousin to try and keep him out of trouble. If he was going to get into it, that is.

He walked to the center of the hall with the rest of his soon to be classmates and waited as a professor waited with a long roll of parchment next to a tattered hat. They began to to call names from the list and one after another, more and more students were placed into their new homes. After a long while, his name was called.

He gasped at the sound of his name as he walked forward. He took a few deep breaths as he sat on the stool. As the hat was being lowered onto his head, all he could think was this:

"Let's let this adventure begin, shall we?"

"You're a tough one, but I think you might do best in GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Ariella Fable]

Ariella's eyes widened with curiosity as they scanned the lively interior of Hogwarts' great hall. Her mind was so wild with wonder that it took a kind push of the girl behind her, and many repetitions of her name to realize that 'Fable, Ariella' was in fact her, and that it was her turn to be sorted. Suddenly energized with embarrassment, Ariella promptly skipped up the stairs leading to the stage and shared a brief smile with the laughing audience. 'Hello hat.' Ariella said, then carefully sat down on the wooden stool, looking out confidently at her school mates. she closed her eyes, and felt the hat being lowered onto her head.

"An ordinary hat might put you in Ravenclaw (if indeed it could place you anywhere at all), but being who I am your place seems quite clear in GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Lilac Tangerine]

The Great Hall was huge. Looking at the doors that led to it Lilac had been sure that all the students from years two to seven would not be able to fit in there let alone all the new first years but when those doors had been thrown up and the Headmaster had led them in Lilac had bit her tongue. She wasn't fond of all the students staring at her and her sister along with all the new first years. There had to be a different way to sort them. Maybe a written test they took when they got there letter? The hall settled down and the Sorting Hat started its song. Lilac watched it with a mild interest. Maybe when she got better with magic she could make it a buddy like a enchanted ribbon that she could wrap around it. Yes she would do that. Lime green with hot pink trim. It was taking forever for her named to be called not that she was surprised.

Lilac had been whispering to her sister Turquoise when she heard her name called. Giving her sister a quick hug Lilac walked to the front. Pushing her hair from out of her face Lilac sat on the stool and closed her eyes as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. I know that you can read my mind so I was wondering what do you think about a lime green and hot pink ribbon? It would add some color to your look." Lilac thought wondering what the Hat was thinking about all the things that where in her head. She wanted to be sorted with her twin but at the same time she felt her sister was to soft and Lilac was finally in a place where she could become her own person and make a name for herself. Maybe she would dye her hair while she was away from home. Her parents would not be happy with her but its not like they could stop her. "Well where do I belong?" Lilac whispered without thinking about it.

"I'm not looking to spice up my look. After a couple of hundred of years, people have gotten used to the way I look. Now, you'll do fine in SLYTHERIN!"

 

[Dragomir Volkov]

Dragomir hesitated.

The huge oaken doors before him looked strangely foreboding. As if daring him to enter and face what was within. He had begged Vladimir to tell him what the Sorting Ceremony entailed, but his older half-brother had simply smiled mysteriously and told him to find out for himself. It was all part of the experience, he said. That did not help Dragomir's nerves. It had merely quite abruptly terrified him silly when he had joined the rest of the first years, who were all equally nervous and extremely chatty, making everybody's nerves get terribly high-strung. Dragomir felt like there were about a hundred butterflies in his stomach. Perhaps somebody had cursed him on the train.

"First years, if you will follow me..."

The witch whom the kindly voice belonged to led them through the great doors, which promptly swung open of their own accord with an (in Dragomir's opinion) ominous creaking. A dazzling light washed over him, and he stood there, stunned, as hundreds of upperclassmen peered at the small crowd of first-years interestedly. He felt distinctly lightheaded now. He swayed somewhat as he strode weakly up the hall, and then promptly walked into the girl in front of him with an 'oof', unaware they had stopped. "Sorry," he whispered, mortified-

Then the ragged old hat started singing.

... And when the song had ended relief washed over him. He just had to put a hat on? That wasn't so bad! But then-

"MacNiall, Isla!"

And the girl trotted off, and jammd the hat on in front of the whole school, whose eyes seemed fixed on her.

... Okay, that part he didn't fancy. He had never done well being the centre of attention. Going up in front of the entire school to be judged alarmed him more than anything he could think of right now. Furthermore, the hat seemed to be screaming its decisions out to the general public-

"- RAVENCLAW!"

And off went little Isla.

Which left little Dragomir filled with trepidation. Student after student went after him, and at last, when it was his turn, he swallowed - hard - choked - and then stumbled off towards the hat awkwardly - broke into a sprint halfway through - then skidded to a halt and hastily jammed the hat down as far as it would go so he wouldn't have to see the watching audience. "Please be quick," he begged the thing in a low whisper.

"As you wish… HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Misty2799]

The man walked out though the huge double doors, and then there was silence. Charlotte looked to her side, and saw that Claudia was looking back at her. "I'm really nervous, and excited, and just... Ugh, its hard to explain." Charlotte whispered to Claudia. "I know. I hope we both get into Gryffindor. It sounds great." "Yeah, definitely." Charlotte gazed around the room. "She sighed. "I just really want to get into a good house, you know. I've been asking around, and to me, Gryffindor sounds the best by far. Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad though." She was cut off by the man returning. "Into single file, follow me." Charlotte got in front of Claudia, and off they went. Charlottes tummy was swirling with butterflies, and she felt both nervous, and weirdly excited. This is so cool, she thought to herself, its almost like an adventure, or something. As she walked into the Hall, she gasped in delight and amazement. The candles were floating! She looked down, at all the faces staring at her, and started to look to the ground. Then she stopped, and pulled her head up, and looked around. Why should I be intimidated by them, she though fiercely. They all came to a stop in front of a stool and an old looking hat. "I've read about this. That's the sorting hat!" she said to Claudia. "Cool!" she whispered back. "Balme, Ellie." said the man, holding a scroll. Charlotte watched as they went up, and got sorted. Before long, it was her turn. She climbed up the stairs, legs shaking. What if I'm not talented enough? What if they send me back? Thoughts ran through her mind rapidly as she climbed the steps. She sat down on the stool, the hat was lowered onto her head, and the darkness was all there was left. 

"Hmmm, perhaps a Hufflepuff? No, no. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Annaliese Vermeulen]

Annaliese had never seen anything like it. Primary school in Pretoria had been pretty casual. Sure, it had been a decent school - like her parents would've sent their kids to somewhere dodgy - but everyone was relaxed and there had never been any big ceremonies like this. This all seemed so...over the top. Ridiculous, even.

She shuffled about, her new skirt itching, shoes a size too big blistering her heels even through socks, robes sitting uncomfortably. She wished her father had been willing to let her spend more time getting the right size clothing, but her mother had said "buy a size up, she'll grow in to it". Efficiency. Lord, how she hated it.

At least, when she stopped complaining internally to think about it, it was what she always dreamed of, entering a world of fantasy. Casting spells, brewing potions, being a witch in general. It was all very exciting, if a little bit hard to believe. Indeed, when she'd been told she was going away to a school for wizards and witches, her initial reaction had been "you MUST be joking", and then another glass had broken in anger. Apparently, that was a side-effect of the magic powers that she could not, as yet, control - especially when teamed with her notoriously bad temper.

Moving away had been hard, but it had been the best thing for her - for all of them. Her family was looking at enrolling Albertus in the school, too, which was good - he needed an outlet for his energy just as much as she did. Still, Anna had hardly managed to make friends back home. How in God's name was she going to manage here?

"Vermeulen, Annaliese!"

The Vs were right near the end of the list, and so Anna found herself to be one of the last people to be called up. Standing up straight and tall, Anna walked straight over to the Sorting Hat - what kind of school used a hat to sort, anyway? - and sat down rather hurriedly. She would've endeavoured to maintain a majestic air, but the truth was that she was far too impatient.

The hat was placed down upon her head, and Anna closed her eyes, awaiting judgement.

"What kind of school wouldn't use a hat to sort? You'd hardly want a professor using legilimency on your mind, discovering all your secrets, and holding those against you for the next seven years. Besides, a magical hat such as myself is far more logical an item to sort out a young person's mind than other possibilities. A sorting stocking would filled with fungus before its job was done. But none of this is your house. As to where you belong, you'll find yourself at home in SLYTHERIN!"

 

[Shine Lee]

As Shine enters the great hall she's in awe of everything but can't help see she's different. She's the only Asian student as she can see. A lot of people are looking her way but she keep her head high and walk confidently. As the sorting started, she begins to feel nervous. What if she'll be put to a house where people won't accept her. She keeps on worrying that she didn't notice her name being called.
"Shine Lee!" the professor called again.
"Ne! i-i mean i'm here!" she replied. The teacher gave her a weird look as she walked up front. She could hear her every step and this just made her more nervous. Slowly, she turned around and saw all the student look at her. She then took her seat and the professor put the sorting hat on her head. The hat is really big for head head, she noticed but more importantly, this will be the moment where her future will be decided. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the sorting hat called…

"I don't think you'll be at all disappointed in the friendships you'll forge in HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Treemeadow]

They stood there in the entry way of the Great Hall, in the hushed moments before the door opened. There were a multitude of expressions around her- she was having trouble identifying her own feelings. Excitement? Definitely. Anxiety? She wasn't sure how she would feel marching into that room filled with hundreds of bigger kids and teens staring back at her. Would they judge her? Could they tell from a glance what House she would be sorted?

Tree took a deep breath and shook her head. She knew it didn't matter. But still- she glanced sideways to the other children. There were the ones she rode on the express with. She momentarily considered the absurdity of having kids ride together only to potential separate them. Or was that the idea? Let them get to know each other outside Houses first.

She was shaken from her train of though by the sound of the giant doors creaking open. She made a mental note to discuss it with her father later in her first owl home. A pang of homesickness rang through her heart as it dawned on her more strongly that for the first time in her life, her whole family were far away.

She couldn't dwell on it, though- as someone behind her nudged her. She tripped forward through the door, and as a crowd of kids they moved down the hallway to the applause of their older schoolmates.

The professor said a few words, which she didn't pay much attention to. She took a gulp of air in and tried not to think about her parents, but the darkness outside and thoughts of her family back home in the warm, cozy living room of their house crept up on her. It was all she could do not to cry.
"Not here, Tree" She said to herself. "Just breathe in and out and think of tomorrow. Think of the sun. Think of the air. Think of trees". She sighed, but she did feel a bit better.

"Treemeadow, Ash!" called the professor. Tree blinked and hesitated for a moment.

"Me?" She said to the teacher, who nodded warmly. A ripple of laughter echoed throughout the room and Tree blushed a little, but she stepped forward up onto the podium.

"Hello Ash, are you Beechly Treemeadow's relation?" Asked the teacher warmly.

"His daughter" She said, smiling back. It seemed that everywhere she went in magical circles, someone, somewhere knew her dad. Tonight it made her feel a little more comforted.

The teacher directed Tree to sit on the stool, placing the hat down over the child's eyes. Everything went dark.

Tree held her breath. The hat began to stir...

"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Jasmine Smith]

Jaz located herself near the back of the group walking to the Great Hall doors. The doors loomed over them, the small group they were and Jaz gulped, because despite being in the middle, nearly out of sight, she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that it was all false. Everything. The letter, the application, the entry. Her brothers must have set this up, to make fun of her and make her a fool in front of hundreds of students. Gulping her heart back into her ribcage, she continued to drift forwards, almost in a trance. Bumping into the person in front of her, she quickly apologised, blushing a shade of pink. Stepping back into formation she tried to blend in. It was getting harder, the doors were opening and the young students were greeted with a sea of older faces, inquistively surveying the 'new bunch'. The rest of the students seemed delighted with the attention, but for Jaz, all she felt was numb nervousness. Walking forward, her feet remembering how to move, she suddenly came to a stop as the students gathered around the stool. Focussing on the ragged hat on the stool, she smiled grimly. How hard could it be? All she had to do was put the hat on her head, right? Gulping again and coughing slightly, she tried to clear her throat.
Watching several students be sorted, she began to relax, however when it neared her end of the queue, she felt the panic bubble up inside of her again. Something was definitely going to go wrong. Something had to. It couldn't be this easy. The hat would say something awful, like she wasn't qualified to study. She would have to walk back down the hall, unsorted and unwanted, back home to the laughter and bullying. It would be too much. She'd never live it down. Scanning her eyes around, she looked for an escape route, a hiding place, a refuge, but there was no such place. Instead, all she saw was hundreds of students, all trained in magic, no matter how little or much. Blinking fresh tears back, she waited.

Smith, Jasmine

That was her. Looking around, no one else moved. No one knew it was her. She could stay here, and pretend like the rest of them that she had no idea who that was. But they would know somehow and it would make a bigger scene. And that, that would be terrible. Moving forward, she brushed past her fellow students and stepped up to the stool. Perching on the edge, she closed her eyes, to not be seeing the image of hundreds of faces looking up at her. She felt the hat slip down over her eyes, and waited.

It felt like forever. She waited. Um Mr Hat, Sir, Please, please, please make this quick. I don't mind where I go, but I want to be happy and have friends. Um... Thank you... Her thoughts trailed off, leaving the hat in full control. This was the moment. What would happen?

"I can't make it too quick, you're a bit tougher than I expected. You could be a Ravenclaw or a Hufflepuff. And you don't have a fancy at all, hmm? That's not very helpful. Hmm, alright. Time to do my job and sort you, then. You'll do fine in either house - but perhaps a little better in HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Diana Pelled]

Diana was in a sea of people. Crushing and pulling, ebbing and flowing... This mob of people was given all the more size to her by the size of the hall she was in. It was enormous! She gazed up at the floating candles dotting the space high above her head. Her mother usually did something similar around Halloween or Thanksgiving. Roasting apples in the fireplace. Daddy banging away at the piano after dinner. Sewing dolls with Mama...Diana was snapped out of her reveries of home when her name was called," Pelled, Diana." She pushed her way through the crowd, making her way to the daïs. On it stood a three-legged stool with a hat upon it. She lowered herself onto the stool, smiling broadly. Her tune quickly changed as the hat was lowered onto her head. 'Choose wisely, hat.' She snarled at it.

"For someone who espouses, you don't seem to reflect it well at all. SLYTHERIN!"

 

[pottermaster97]

cassie horricks stood in a group of people waiting for the grand doors to open. she found herself stuck. who to chose? the cunning group planning secret trips and all sorts or the brave group who were talking about their excitement of this new school. she stood between the two silently thinking when professor mcgonagall stepped out and ushed them in they all followed her into the hall in a single line and hudled around a dusty old hat which cassie knew was of course the smart hat in the world with a mind of it's own. slowly the names were called out before finnally "cassandra malfoy" was called cassie slowly stepped foward and sat on the wickety stool infront of her.

"Gryffindor!"

Out of Character:

Apologies. I looked at the wrong form to sort you.

 

[Arya Stark]

Arya walked through with the other students, she beamed at the beauty of the room, Arya had never seen something so beautiful, She clustered below the small stairs with the other students and waited for her name to be called, She looked at all of the tables marveling the older students, they all looked so mature and big,
"Arya Stark." She jumped a little and made her way slowly through the line of students infront of her, When she sat on the stool, she felt sick and the sicking feeling got worse when the old hat was placed up on her brown locks, her blue eyes closed and she thought 'Thank you!"…

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Serene Im]

Twas a big moment in her entire life, when she was finally walking in to the Hogwarts Entrance Hall. Serene felt so nervous that she couldn’t control herself of pleating her cloak. She forgot the things happened in her house; her parents disappointment reaction, her parents thoughts about Hogwarts and dark magic, and other else. Serene concentrated on her next…, few seconds perhaps, when her name was called and she had to move forward. She gulped, trying to minimalize her worries. She is always predicting something bad which makes herself feels not good. Typical. She walked slowly to the chair—and the Sorting Hat. Oooh, Sorting Hat! She couldn’t pretend that her face was getting red and red. But now, she could only hope for the best house she deserved. No matter what it is, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Slytherin. They have their own good.

"Another one for RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Jawarloki]

I was nervous with all the students looking at me. It was hard not to smile which always happens when I'm nervous. I sat down with the other first years and waited my turn for the hat. While I waited I kept thinking about my ignidigiti, my fire fingers, an ability to generate fire from my fingers. A power so old it was almost forgotten. The last person to have it caused the fire of Rome. I kept wondering how the teachers would react if they found out. Finally my name was called and I placed the hat on my head and…

"Hmm, I think your future lies with SLYTHERIN!"

Out of Character:

Remember to roleplay in the third person - using "he" instead of "I" and "his" instead of "my".
Additionally, any special "powers" your character has must be approved by the admin.

 

[Katerina Montereal]

Katerina was waiting in the Entrance Hall together with her fellow unsorted future classmates. She kept memorizing all the spells and some important things she had read in her new wizard books but she really can't control her tension. Her heart was pounding very fast as if it was going to blast. She really wants to be sorted in Ravenclaw. She had already asked the other passengers she met what house she's going to be put by the Sorting Hat, Lots of them told her that she might be in Ravenclaw but Katerina wasn't really sure. Of course, they were just wizards, it's different if a Sorting Hat decides. She waited standing in the hall at last, after five minutes, it's time to enter the Great Hall.

The Great Hall was perfectly beautiful and Katerina can't stop looking everywhere. And what she was most attracted by was the ceiling. She can see the dark sky with lots of floating candles. She was very amazed. It was very amazing than she imagined on the book she had read about Hogwarts. While looking everywhere, Katerina realized that they had already stopped walking, luckily no one noticed her because she had only stepped two steps from the line. She was quite embarrassed.

She waited for a little bit long and really can't wait for her name to call. She really can't breathe because of her nonstop tension. Her heart was jumping up and down in her chest so, she hold a grip on her chest to control the tension.

"Montereal, Katerina!"

Katerina suddenly jumped from her feet. Did the woman really called her name? Of course. She walked out from the crowded students and walked towards the Sorting Hat. She sat on the chair and the woman put the hat on her head. Her heart pounded harder. She closed her eyes and also her hands.

"Please put me in Ravenclaw..." she begged. "Please... Ravenclaw. I want to be sorted there. Please, please, please."

"Alright, alright, enough. RAVENCLAW!"

Katerina suddenly felt a great happiness when she heard the house Ravenclaw. Was this real? She really can't believe. She was so happy and she can't stop smiling. She walked down from the stairs and join the Ravenclaws. Lots of the other Ravenclaw students introduced themselves to Katerina and so Katerina too.

 

[Moirah Kvalheim]

Moirah scowled as she was jostled by a freckly blonde girl with her pigtails too high for her witches hat to sit comfortably upon. There was no point in fidgeting since the sorting hat would go at its own pace and no faster. She had taken to playing a game which involved guessing what house each fellow first year was going to be in as they shuffled up in the line. Luckily it would soon all be over with, since Kvalheim was actually spelt with a "K" instead of a "V", and yet somehow some dolts would usually call for a 'Keh-VAHL-hime". Idiots. So far she had gotten only two out of eleven correct, which vexed her. She was so sure that the surly, snubbed-nosed boy two students in front of her would be in Slytherin, but was vaguely surprised as he wandered his way over to Gryffindor house. It just went to show. Moirah watched the headmistress very carefully when her name was called out, and was pleased to hear it pronounced correctly.
I knew there couldn't be no one in Hogwarts who doesn't know Danish when they see it, thought Moirah contentedly, Even in this backwater country. It took her a moment to realise that this was her cue to step forward, so that when she did it was with a light blush upon her cheeks. She had been too interested in everyone else to realise how close she was to the front of the line, and she seated herself neatly on the stool without a fold of robe out of place. A thrill of nerves trembled her stomach and she squashed it fiercely. To show fear of her face on her first day of school? Mother said she'd be eaten alive like a mouse in the snow. The hat flopped over her eyes and she lifted her head to support its old, leathery brim.
Alright, thought Moirah. Alright, alright. Slytherin. Slytherin. No ... Gryffindor? No, Ravenclaw. Moirah tried to peer through the thick hide and stare at the Hufflepuffs one more time. Maybe she'd misjudged them. No, Mother said Slytherins were most like our foremothers. I must be in there, then. I must. The silence was becoming deafening.

"You know, sometimes it's good to break from tradition. You might have quite a good experience in Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. But, if you're sure, alright: SLYTHERIN!"

 

[Scarlette Lothorien]

Scarlette took in all the details of the Great Hall as she entered it. Her brain was linking up what she had imagined to the real deal. Kovu had told her many stories about what Hogwarts was like and as she peered around noticing each house sitting at their tables underneath the floating candles, she concluded his descriptions had been pretty accurate. Scarlette was no stranger to magic, growing up in a house with all of her older brothers that never hesitated to use their abilities, but it still didn't stop it from being super cool. She walked closer and closer to the front of the room with the rest of the group, craning her neck around at the expanse of green sat at one of the four tables. She knew it would be a long shot to see her older brother Kovu amongst the sea of people, but hey a girl could try. She was thankful her parents had allowed her to come to Hogwarts, with no where near even half of the begging Kovu had to do. She supposed he had already broken through the strict barrier of their faithfulness to Durmstrang, or maybe they just knew that she would be safe and happy here with him. It could have even been that after a year of Kovu being here, they realised that it wasn't such a bad school in comparison to Durmstrang after-all. Either way, it meant that Scarlette was now in a group of people her age waiting to be sorted into a house by an old dusty hat.

As names were called, Scarlette waited patiently, thinking about where she would be placed. Kovu had explained the houses to her briefly and what kind of person that meant you were, but Scarlette wasn't stupid enough to believe that your house defined whether you were a bad person for being in Slytherin or a hero for being in Gryffindor. Her brother was in Slytherin for example. He had only ever been harmless in Scarlette's opinion. Sure maybe he had a little temper if provoked, but hey didn't everyone? Scarlette wasn't even able to conclude where she might be placed when her name was called. Turning her head one last time to the Slytherin table to see if her brother was there, Scarlette stepped up to the stool and sat down. The hat was lowered onto her head and she suddenly wondered what she should be thinking about in order for this to work properly.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Chrissie Quell]

Chrissie walked down what the aisle in between the tables to the sorting hat, amazed and impressed by the ceiling that showed the starry night sky. Many of her friends would've said she had strutted towards the sorting hat, but she was rather sure she didn't walk that. Not consciously anyway. Just a few seconds before her name had been called by a rather strict looking women (in Chrissie's opinion); "Quell, Chrissie".
Upon placing the hat on her head the only thought she could really muster was at how light the hat really was.
"This'll be fun" Chrissie whispered with a smirk. All she had to do now was wait for the "Judge's verdict".

"It's not that fun at all, really. The fun part comes up next: GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Adelaide Adams]

Adelaide Adams, or Hattie for short, couldn't believe she was finally within the stone walls of Hogwarts. She gazed around with sparkling dark eyes, brimming with excitement. She wondered what the professors would be like and when they would start their first day of lessons. "Curious," she whispered, craning her neck to get a good look at the enchanted ceiling. "Whoops, sorry!" An apologetic grin flitted across her chubby cheeks at the student who she'd accidentally ran into.

The Great Hall was even more magnificent than the history book pictures had depicted. Although the sea of students at the trestle tables, shiny golden plates and beautiful ceiling were awe inspiring, it was the ragged hat that captured her attention. Passing from one small head to the next, it exclaimed their new homes. Hattie bounced a bit on her toes to get a better look. Finally, it was her turn!

"Oh wonders," Hattie murmured as the soft hat was placed on her head. Her feet swung gently to and fro as she sat on the stool. How did it work? An enchantment, of course, she reasoned. But how did -- her questions ceased as the hat began to speak to her. She closed her eyes tight as the most important decision in her young life was made.

"Not just some simple enchantment, like you might do to your stuffed toys as a child - magic beyond your wildest dream is in my stitching. Now, it's my job to discover how you work. What makes you tick? Hmm… I think you'll do quite well in RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Cerridwyn Price]

Her robes felt too short in the leg but too baggy around the waist as she walked the Great Hall amongst the many other students, but Cerridwyn didn't care. This was a fresh start. A chance to be free and actually have some fun away from the stress and strain of her younger brothers and her irritating parents. She ignored the white sock slipping down her leg, and the giggling girls ahead. It felt like everyone was laughing at her. At her gangly height and ill-fitting clothes. At the freckles showering her face. At her dark platts of hair. The only comfort in being here was the escape and having Tinkertoo for company.

Cerridwyn watched (and had a very clear view over several heads) what happened as each student was called and stepped up to the stool. It seemed the only thing other than the seat was the ripped and aged hat sat upon it. And that seemed to be where the shouting voice came from, announcing one of four houses as it sorted. She frowned, trying to remember which house it was her mother and father had been placed in back at the Scottish Hogwarts. She had a feeling one, at least, was a Ravenclaw. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she felt certain that was correct. But did she really want to be in the same house as her parents, given the choice? .. Not that she had the choice, anyway, as she soon found out when a voice floated in her direction.

"Price, Cerridwyn."

She calmed herself and quietly approached the stool, seating herself upon it and feeling evermore ridiculous now the entire school could see her knobbly knees and straying socks. She waited in her seat, silent anticipation coursing through her veins. Did it really matter where she was placed? She was at a school for witches and wizards, and she was a witch. She was among her own kind. It was nice to be somewhere she could feel a little more like she should fit in. Still, she was grumpy about being in New Zealand in the first place and she hoped for the love of Merlin that no-one would ask her to talk in front of the school just to ridicule her heavy Welsh accent. "Well," she breathed to herself, "I guess this is it."

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Erik Johnson]

With a half-eaten potato on his left hand, Erik was all set for this sorting thing, whatever it was. He was pretty sure his mom already explained the whole drill to him, the only problem was, he was very busy playing chess against himself at that time so the information seemed to just enter his right ear and went out with the other. Erik licked his lips. He was quite sure it wouldn't be as hard as giving up a potato a day. He guessed it would be just as easy spitting. He joined the rest of the freshmen students up front of this HUGE old woody door. His new school looked nothing like a school. In fact, it looked like one of those castles on that video game his cousin was so obsessed about. A random (or was she?) human/magic/whatever being approached the group. She said a bunch of boring things and opened the old door. Erik took a bite from his potato. His mouth pretty much fell and hit the floor when he saw how lavish the other side of the door was. God, it was the most beautiful place he had ever seen and been. It was packed with such beautiful magic effects that Erik can't help but stare at. The woman led the students up front this long table. The table was occupied with a bunch of old people that Erik guessed were professors. Four other tables laid calmly on both of his sides; two from his left and two from his right. Unlike the table in front of him, these four tables were filled with fresh and young faces that were obviously the students. Near the group stood an empty old looking stool. It looked really old that Erik guessed it would easily break if one's butt made contact with it but he chose not to underestimate the chair. He never knew it might not be as frail as it looked like.

The woman pulled out a boring ugly hat from who-knows-where. The hat then spoke which made Erik's mouth drop again. Damn, this place was weirder than he expected. The hat began singing a ridiculous song that only it could understand and when he was finished, the woman started calling out names. Child after child walked up front and sat on the old stool. It didn't collapsed, thankfully which relieved Erik. The hat was lowered upon each child's head and it spoke it's opinion on where the child should be. So this is sorting, Erik thought. He wondered what house he'll end up with. He doesn't really care as long as he could get his everyday supply of potato as what his mother promised. When the woman came to the 'J's', Erik broke into a grin. He couldn't wait to get his potatoes. And finally the woman called out 'Johnson, Erik!'. Erik put his potato on his pocket and walked towards the old stool. He sat down carefully and faced the sea of faces. The woman then, lowered the hat on his head. Erik licked his potato-flavored lips and waited for the hat's verdict.

"…Hufflepuff."