Sorting Ceremony

[Crystal Evans]

Crystal walks into the great big castle Hogwarts! * Wow.. it is incredible, this castle with all the secrets I wonder how the libery looks here, i think it is very big *. Then they came by a big door, it was the great hall. When Crystal was walking into it, she saw so much candles. It made here think of her mother. On Crystal her face comes a small tear, * She grabs her necklace, that necklace has got she from her mother. It was a heart a silver heart, Crystal always wears it. Then they came by a chair and a old hat. A professor was calling names, and each of them comes forward and every student was sorted into a house. Then.. Evans, Crystal was calling. * This is the moment.. *

"There's little doubt in my stuffing: You're a HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Etienne Raymond]

Etienne had never seen this many people in one place before. True, Obsidian Harbour had been busy, but it was nothing compared to the sheer number of people in this one room. He drew in a breath, trying not to let his nerves overcome him. He wondered if he'd ever be able to make friends, would anyone like him? He'd met some people at the ice cream shop but he wasn't sure if they liked him particuarly much - he was so very awkward and restrained, after all, and he'd never really associated with people his own age. He supposed all he could do was try and hope for the best, really. He needed to do this, he needed to grow up and be able to strike out on his own. Just like his mother needed to let him go to Hogwarts in the first place.

As the Rs drew close he wondered if his father was watching over him. His father had been a Gryffindor - clever, but with more of a love of adventure than anything. He'd been brave and enthusiastic, and had a love of helping people. Still, his reckless courage had walked him in to trouble, he thought, sadly, as his name was called.

Taking a seat on the stool, the hat was put on his head, almost swamping him. I wonder where I'll be, he thought. Remembering the hat could read his thoughts - so his mother had told him - he tossed out scenarios in his head. Father was a Gryffindor, but I don't think I'm nearly as brave as he was. Gryffindor would be nice, though. Mother was a Ravenclaw, I guess I'm far more like her. I think I'd rather like Ravenclaw, but if you wanted to put me elsewhere, Sir Hat, I don't think that would be bad either. I don't think I'm good at being friendly enough for Hufflepuff, though, and it would probably make my family sad if I was in Slytherin. They're probably not all evil though. I suppose it's all up to your judgement, Sir Hat. I'll trust what you have to say.

"Plenty of not very friendly people are in Hufflepuff, and some of the greatest people of history were Slytherins - you all swear by Merlin, don't you? A Slytherin - through and through. I think your family would be plenty happy no matter your house. Hmmm You'll have to do some growing into it, but I think you'll quite like it in GRYFFINDOR!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Ren Ian]

It was like magic, Ren Ian thought. "Oh, right, this is magic.", she muttered while closing a book she read for a dozen times.

She must have been dreaming. For years, she was just researching and hoping that this would be all true. And now it is. Standing in all its glory before her is the famous sorting hat. Students like her were called one by one to be sorted. She was nervous but also knows where she wants to be sorted. She looked closely at the sorting hat while she listens to the whispers of her fellow students.

And suddenly, she heard a familiar name. "Carstairs, Ren Ian." She blinked, it's her name. She walked straight to the stool and waited until the hat touched her head, her mind, her conscience. She closed her eyes and relaxed. She whispered, "Well, it's up to you." Anyway, the sorting hat sure knows how to do its thing.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Joanna Archer]

Delize was scared that she had left her parents, she had never been away from them for longer than a week. This whole year had changed Delize from wanting to become a teacher to a First year at Hogwarts. She was lost for the first time in her life, normally she would do everything at home. But in the Magical World she was starting down at the bottom since she did not know anything about the world she was going to be a part of. That there was another world than the world she had known for ten year now was kind of weird. Her Parents had thought it was a prank when people of a ministry came to tell them that their daughter was a Witch. Although Delize thought the same thing, she wanted to believe it so bad. She loved all those children stories about Wizards and Witches that she kind of hoped that it was true. Delize was something that they called a Muggle Born, that meant born in a non Magical Family. ''Ugh, Dad I am going to be late.'' Delize muttered sweetly to her dad. Her mother had to work for the fiftieth time in this week, so she had already said goodbye to her mother. Her dad had cancelled his work so he could bring Delize to the Train station. Delize cried when she had to say goodbye to her dad and after a quick search of her trunk, she found her lovely black sketch book and some pencils she might need. ''Thx Dad.'' Delize had forgotten her pencils, but luckily her dad had stuffed them in last minute.

The train ride was pretty quiet for Delize, since she did not know what to say. Everyone on the train seemed to know about the Magical world and Delize her knowledge was somewhere between nothing and nothing. She only knew that it existed and that there was a Magical school and a Ministry that sorted everything out between the two worlds. Confusing hé? Delize followed the other First Years, since everyone was following them they must have known where to go. The large dining hall was massive and at the front there stood a three-legged stool. Delize shrugged what would happen when they found out that she knew nothing about Magic, could they deny students? Delize her last name began with a S, so she had to wait until the names before here were called. The possibility of getting denied or expelled or worse were still racing through her mind. There must be a reason why she was here right..right? Delize swallowed and tried to breath as normal as possible, everyone looked at the three-legged stool on front and Delize did not like attention or people seeing her. Delize was more of a wall-flower if you knew her she would blossom and be a cherry tree.

The fact that Delize was thinking so much, was due that she did not want to see and hear everything. She was already scared and nervous and all those eyes were not helping her little fears in life. Maybe she could still become a teacher if she finished this school, there were teachers in the magical community right? Summers, Delize. Her name was called and Delize slowly paced to the three-legged stool, she was scared, but this was something new and a new chance meant new possibilities. The hat was magical and Delize was going to accept her House and respect it.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Tarrell Phaar]

Tarrell sighed. The moment had come. As the doors of the Great Hall, as he had heard it called by some of the other students, opened, a great tension rose up inside him that he hadn't felt in the train, or before in his life for that matter. Come to think of it telling the history of the battles of the French against the British to some awestruck girls had seemed a whole lot easier. But why should it be? He had read papers in front of a crowd before and hadn't felt the smallest bit of anxiety. Of course, the main question there had been whether to read the whole sixty page essay he had written some two years ago or to cut it in half so that when he finished he wouldn't find himself the only one awake amongst a graveyard of sleeping people.

Tarrell shook his head, clearing it from the distraction, and walked forward as the professor they had met earlier at the entrance led the long line of first years down the hall and before a rather crooked looking stool placed in front of the table where the other teachers sat. He felt each of their inquisitive glances and wondered whether reading the entire Hogwarts: A History had been enough to ready himself for the challenges to come. As the afore mentioned professor placed the so called Sorting Hat on the chair ( his mother had told him all about the ceremony ), he steadied himself. The names came out. One after another his future classmates placed the hat on their heads and proceeded to sit on the table of the house the hat had chosen for them. Hours seemed to pass until he heard a familiar name said, which turned out to be none other than his own. Tarrell walked slowly towards the stool and seated himself, keeping his eyes down so the hundreds of students he knew were staring at him couldn't see his petrified face. The hat came down and covered his eyes. And he waited.

"You're a RAVENCLAW!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[didilovesderek]

Diana looked around the hall, carefully watching the tables. The Gryffindors were shoving each other off their benches and joking around. The Ravenclaws had their noses stuck in books, and the Hufflepuffs looked bored, but the Slytherins were who caught her eye. They were quietly sitting, occasionally turning to their friends and sneering, teasing each other. Diana knew she really wanted to go into Slytherin, even though she knew she had no choice in the matter. She watched as the professor called the names of the other students, who all seemed happy with their houses. Finally her name was called, and though she was a bit nervous, (her mother had, after all, been a Hufflepuff) she let out ana ura of calm and sureness. She didn't want people to think she was scared. With slightly shaking hands, she put the hat on her brown curls.

"You're in luck: You're a SLYTHERIN!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Adrien Lafayette]

Adrien Lafayette had been waiting quite some time to be where he was now. Ever since he had received his letter he had been looking forward to school here. Hogwarts New Zealand was even huger then he'd imagined. The first in his family to go to school here (his father went to the original Hogwarts in the U.K and his mother to Beuxbatons) he was exited to show himself around. However, he had to be sorted first. He brushed some of his long dark hair out of his face and continued walking with all of his fellow first years. He looked around at all of their faces, some of them looked nice. Others... not so much. He didn't care. He knew that he was smarter then them all, and that made him feel fine. After several minutes of walking, they reached the Great Hall. And boy was it great. Adrien looked around and saw all of his future schoolmates staring at him and his fellow first years.

There were four tables, one for each house. Blue for Ravenclaw, Green for Slytherin, Crimson for Gryffindor, and yellow for Hufflepuff. But Slytherin was the house for the ambitious. And that's where he belonged. If not Slytherin, then Ravenclaw. He crossed his fingers as he stood with his fellow classmates. After waiting through a decent portion of the alphabet, they called his name. He walked up shyly and let them place the sorting hat on his head, "Slytherin, please Slytherin." He thought silently. Hoping the hat really could read this thoughts

"Well I'd put you in Gryffindor, but if you're sure SLYTHERIN!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Penelope Griffins]

"Aish", I was immensely irritated right now. My robe was crooked and I couldn't fix. I was going to look extremely stupid when I got up to the sorting hat if I couldn't fix it. Then I realized what was wrong, someone was stepping on my robe from behind. Turning slightly I asked the boy to kindly remove his foot from my robe. Which he did, face turning red. Right at that moment my name was called.
Breathing deeply I took a step forward. This is it, I told myself, the moment of truth. Cautiously walking up the stairs I recalled stories my mother had told me about her time at school. Learning magic, making friends, meeting my father. For a minuet I imagined they were there with me, saying don't be afraid Penny, trust me, in just a few years you'll be the greatest witch in the school.
Smiling at the thought the hat plopped down upon my head. Eagerly I waited for the hat to reveal my future...

"RAVENCLAW!"

Out of Character: Note

Remember to roleplay in the third person - using he/she instead of "I" and his/her instead of "my".

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Byron Hunter]

Byron glanced around the Great Hall in amusement and anticipation. This was it. This was the beginning of greatness for Byron. This was the beginning of his journey for power. He was going to take full advantage of Hogwarts and the people here, turning himself into a powerful wizard, just maybe the most powerful to ever be. A sly smirk crept onto the boy's face as he watched other students get called up to the front to be sorted. It would be his turn soon. This school was going to be turned upside down by him. They would all know his name before he left, that was a promise. Starting to imagine all the possibilities and numerous scenarios, Byron got lost in his thoughts..

"Hunter, Byron"

Byron smirked again as he realized his time was upon him. Time to do this. Rubbing his hands together, he got out of his seat and strolled up to the front. The young boy quickly sat down on the wooden stool, feeling strange for a moment as the Sorting Hat was placed upon his head. This was it.

"SLYTHERIN!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Gabriel Black]

Gabriel Black walked into the Great Hall with a look of awe on his face. He had never been inside the school despite the fact that his mother had been employed here all of his life. His icy blue eyes glanced around the hall spotting Jacqueline at the staff table. She smiled at him, and he returned the smile. His eyes continued their search until they spotted Cyndi. He liked his sister-in-law a lot and had spend a fair amount of time with Cameron, Cyndi, and Noah. They lived closer than Kiera or Katheryn, so he saw them more frequently. He waved to her before turning his attention back to the Sorting Hat that was singing a song about the four houses. Gabriel wasn't particularly nervous about where the hat would put him, but he was curious. Kiera had been in Gryffindor, Katheryn had been in Hufflepuff, and his mother had been in Slytherin. Where would the hat see fit to put him? The hat could see all of their thoughts and was supposed to know best where they would fit. Gabriel was less concerned about which house he would end up in, and more concerned about how well he would do in school. He wanted to do well to please Jacqueline. His mother would probably be keeping tabs on him, if he knew her.

"Black, Gabriel." Professor Davershire said. Gabriel moved forward, taking a seat on the plain wooden stool. He felt the hat press down on his head. Gabriel waited patiently for the hat to decide his house.

"RAVENCLAW!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Lorin Finch]

The day had finally come and evening was dim. The Great Hall gleamed with twinkling candles burning in the air like stars on a breeze. The sky was a beautiful scent of dark and the scene for such an occasion could not have been more perfect.
Stumbling along amongst the other students, his robes falling a little too long over his solid black shoes, Lorin Finch stared excitedly about himself with eyes like dinner plates.
"Magnificent," he breathed, his mouth hanging agape and with the same awe as a fish out of water.
The hubbub and simmer of noise from the curious first years began to settle into a hushed silence as the speeches were made, the first names were called up, and Lorin's heart flushed into his mouth. So eager was he in his hopes for the future. But yet, there was fear in this ambition. Fear to be invited to seat himself upon the stool as so many others, to feel the wrinkles and creases of the old hat slipped upon his ears, to received the final, divine-fearing answer that he near-on dreaded to hear.
Such turbulent thought within the boys mind distracted him from the first call of his name. The speaker repeated their words, though louder and more commanding in tone.

"Finch, Lorin."

There was no chance of Lorin having not heard now. The other students shuffled apart as he politely asked them to forgive his butting through the crowd and wrenching awkwardly to the front to stand before the hat and stool. A shiver rolled down his spine, cold and chilling like a slither of crystal ice. He did as instructed, sitting upon the stool and facing the other students, bracing for a nightmare, yet heart pumping with excitement.
What if he did he another house, one that his parents loathed but he longed to be in? What if he was a Hufflepuff, or a Gryffindor, or a Ravenclaw instead of following their wishes for Slytherin? Would they know it had not been his choice, that an aged and admirable hat should have placed him elsewhere? Or would they blame him and cast him aside as a ruined child?
Something deep within the boy began to stir. Something very powerful. It flittered, gave a thud, but was vanquished by the sudden jolt of the hat coming to life.

"RAVENCLAW!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Erina Nightfall]

Erina was waiting in the entrance hall together with the scared and tensed unsorted students. She doesn't feel comfortable and she can't breathe because of the mixture of excitement and tension. She kept fidgeting all the way, maybe because of impatience. She could feel her sweat on her forehead, but wasn't hesitated by waiting for the door open. It took a few seconds when she suddenly felt more cold than the winter she feels on her fair skin. It was a creepy and weird feeling until a translucent wizard was floating in midair. It took her many seconds before she could realize it was a ghost. She gasped together with the other students as more translucent wizards followed and flew, smiling and greeting them. Alas, the door swung open and they were now allowed to enter the Great Hall.

Erina's jaw dropped just like when the first time she saw the castle while ago. It was monumental and thousands of Hogwarts students were looking at them. At the very front, sit more professors before the stool. She could hear all their footsteps echoing and when she looked up, she became more amazed when she saw lots of floating candles and thought that the castle has no ceiling. But luckily, she quickly realized that it was only bewitched, seeing the night sky.

Everybody were noisy, but stopped when silence stormed in when the Headmistress began to speak, holding an old looking hat. Erina had no idea what they were going to do with it until when someone was called, she learned that the hat was the one that decides which House do they belong. "A Sorting Hat..." Erina muttered when she heard it from the Headmistress before the kid was sorted. Lots of students were called and were sorted into different Houses. Erina closed her eyes, and took a grip on her robe's sleeve.

"Nightfall, Erina!"

The girl's heart sank and looked back to her twin then she made her way towards the stool and sat. She could see now the mob of students starring at her as the Headmistress put the hat on her head. Erina bit her lips and closed her eyes tightly.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Ethan Abbott]

Ethan heard alot of nervous voices around him, it made him smirk, it was like Christmas for them, those Muggle-Borns, laughable. But when the doors opened and people began to walk it left him for short time in an awe. Ethan could quickly recover himself and walked confident through the Great hall, ignoring the gaping students. Ethan didn't hear much of the speech, he wasn't paying attention to the old hag, more to the good looking girl in front of him, he grinned, they didn't had time to talk because she was up next, she was nervous, he could see. Ethan watched how many others sat down onto the chair and were sorted into their houses for the upcoming seven years. The old hag called his surname, "Abbot.." and a second later, "Ethan!" Ethan knew his brother would be after him, so he should show how it's done. Ethan walked towards the chair and sat down relaxed and waited untill the sorting hat was placed onto his head. The Sorting hat began to speak...

"Well, you're certainly different from your brother - but not so different that you belong in another house. It's for different reasons than your brother - but you're undoubtedly a HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Nicoli Stien]

Nico found that Hogwarts was a impossibly large building with confusing staircases and rather interesting paintings that to most would seem rather overwhelming but to him it meant more for him to study. Magic was a rather fascinating subject to dive into even for a wizard of magical parents like himself. Most kids his age preferred to swing their wand haphazardly around in hopes of achieving some strange if not completely opposite effect than they had hoped for while he would much rather dissect his wand to understand that magic behind it. Of course when he told this to his fellow peers on the train ride into the school's station they all looked at him with a look of complete and utter shock while they nursed their wands closer to their bodies. He was of course used to the strange stares and hushed whispers as he had always been slightly off growing. His father owned a strange shop filled to the ceiling with oddities and knick knacks all of magical make though half of which he had no clue what they could do, while on the other hand his mother worked in a rather hush hush division of the government where she was not able to say much to her family which led to here often muttering to herself at all hours of the day.

With odd parents and few friends Nico spent a large amount of time alone reading his comics and science fiction novels which often had something to do with the paranormal. His favorite story of course was Frankenstein and he often ran about the back yards gathering twigs, leaves, and the occasional frog or to and began tying them altogether in hopes of creating his own perfect creation. Of course the frogs often managed to sneak away and his not skills were poor at best which left his "monster" nothing more than a disaster which he would chop up to a failure versus success. He never seemed dishearten by his failures but rather a means to evaluate the whole experience in preparation for his next attempt. When he received his acceptance letter though he found that maybe just maybe he could take all that he learned and put it together in to something concrete that he could present to the world some day. He was a scientist at heart whose love for learning seemed never ending but his mother insisted that he set his sight on something more obtainable so as soon as he set foot into the famed school he made it his goal to one day become the next Headmaster of Hogwarts.

Of course he had seven years minimum a head of him before he could achieve that goal but rather it seemed that the more pressing matter at hand seemed to be the need for a house to call home. The sorting ceremony was a rather legendary writ of passage for most magical children to under go who had the privilege of attending either Hogwarts and one that his mother had undergone herself some "many moons ago" as she like to say with a dazed look in her eye every time he asked about it. She had been sorted into Ravenclaw though she said that she could have been placed in the likes of Slytherin as well which she seemed most amused about when she looked back on her youth. Of course being a young wizard who hoped to become headmaster one day, the idea of having to be sorted into any one house seemed quiet exhausting as he wanted to be placed into a house that would help him get to where he wanted to go in the next seven years. Ravenclaw to him seemed the most promising house though he could see the merit in being considered slytherin as he considered himself resourceful and cunning when the need arose. Hufflepuff seemed to be a possibility as while gryfindorr seemed by far the lease obvious pick as he did not display any of the traits in which that the hat had mentioned. Of course like everyone before him he waited for his named to be called as he slipped from up and sat down as the hat fell on to his head.

"Hello Mr. Hat, what a curios object you are if I may be so bold. I have not seen such magic before and would be quite interested into understanding the spells that give you the abilities to do that in which you do sometime. Of course you seem rather knowledgeable in a great many things which could make you rather interesting to sit down and have tea with sometime but that I guess will have to wait until I become headmaster in order for use to explore either of those options. So which house do you think will best suit me and my desire to become the future headmaster of Hogwarts?" Nico said in a rather serious tone as he sat with one leg crossed over the other as he thought more about the hat than the house the hat would soon place him in. Of course as the hat responded to his comments Nico could not help but smile, the hat was just as odd as he was which made it all the easier to call the school his home. After he had been sorted he could not help but to respond one final time before skipping off to his assigned table.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Thank you Mr. Hat you have been quite entertaining, please however do not get eaten by moths or bothersome mice until after I become headmaster. I do plan on make true on my promise and have tea with you someday so until then, goodbye!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[London Ellis]

As they filed into the hall, it struck London just how big Hogwarts truly was. The students, the ceiling (she'd read Hogwarts: A History, so she knew all about it), the teachers. The way the kids at all of the tables looked bored and hungry, as if they couldn't wait for the ceremony to be over, except for a few that had siblings in the crowd that London was flowing along with like a fish in a river. When the group of first-years was halted, London, who had been staring at the ceiling that was enchanted to look like the night sky, stumbled a little, but managed not to trip over.

The sorting hat sang. It had interesting lyrics, but London ignored them and felt for the beat. She found herself tapping her foot and humming along as if it were a song she'd listened to every day of her life. It made perfect sense to London, where the music was going to go, but a girl next to her looked at her with such an expression that suggested London was labelled as crazy. She didn't mind much about what the girl thought, but still she made her humming quieter.

Names were called. London, being an 'Ellis', was relatively close to the beginning of the line of people, and was seventh to be called. When the familiar sound of her name broke through the air, she awkwardly hop-skip-run-walked up to the stool. London sat down, and as it was placed on her head, she whispered, "Hello."

"I can see you doing quite well in GRYFFINDOR!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Carolyn Stoddard]

Carolyn stood there in the middle of a noisy group in front of a gigantic wooden door, which led to the Great hall, where she would be sorted in one of the four houses of Hogwarts within minutes. Carolyn wasn't a nervous type, but right now, her hands were shaking and the thing she hated most, she didn't know anyone, her mother wasn't there to hold her hand, to give her a hug, no, she stood there alone. The gigantic doors opened and alot of noise, warmth and light came into the utterly dark hall where the students including her were waiting.

She quickly followed a couple of students, she bumped herself into a group because she was affraid she would be walking behind, she didn't make any eye contact with students who were gazing at her or the boys and girls around her. They stopped and Carolyn sighned in relieve, she was just waiting for her name to be called. "Stoddard, Carolyn!" Carolyn swallowed and pushed herself through the students who where left and walked towards the chair. Carolyn sat down and nervously touched her long blonde hair, she felt the hat being placed on her head and heard it talking, it mentioned her mother. She waited untill the hat spoke in which house she was sorted.

"Hmm, you could belong to any number of houses. The one you'll grow into best, though, I believe to be GRYFFINDOR!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Sovereign Cirrus]

The room outside of the great hall was quiet, aiding Sovereign in momentarily retracting into herself. Her neck was craned so that she could see the castle roof and walls perfectly in all of their glory. It was all so big. Her fathers letter never mentioned how huge this place would be. The door then opened, and the hallway flooded with light. She felt herself being pushed from behind. Sovereign was in complete awe the second she entered the Great Hall. She'd never seen anything so beautiful. She couldn't suppress the whispered "Wow" as she looked up at the ceiling. Reaching out her hand to the roof, she felt like she could almost touch the stars. The candles were floating around the room. Floating! Imagine that! She had been so caught up in the greatness of it all that she didn't even notice that the rest of the first years had shuffled along to the front. She walked quickly to catch up to them, tripping over her robes a few times. The hat that was on the stool began to sing, and she couldn't help but smile. She couldn't wait to tell her sister all about this strange place, where hats can sing and ceilings are made out of stars. After blanking out for a few minutes, what caught her attention was the calling of her name from the Professor at the front.
"Cirrus, Sovereign."
Not at all suppressing the giant grin that broke across her face, she rushed up to the stool and sat down so quickly it may as well have tipped over right then and there. She looked up just as the floppy hat was brought down upon her head, causing the world to go dark.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Scithatarae Valdez]

Scithatarae waited neverously, the sorting was about to begin. What if he didnt get sorted at all, if that was possible. He watched as everone went back and forth. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and the names went on and on and on. Then the voice of the teacher that led him in called "Scithatarae Valdez" and slowly he walked forward.

"RAVENCLAW!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Elizabeth Rose]

Elizabeth was shifting her weight gently between her feet, not usually the nervous type she was actually quite jumpy. Not making eye contact with anyone she quickly started to re-braid her long brown hair. The other first years where all making small talk, some even knowing each other, laughing and bantering each other playfully. Elizabeth was slowly and carefully patting down her robes when the huge wooden doors of the Great Hall opened. All she could hear was shuffling feet.

Trying to take in her surroundings, Elizabeth, kept playing with the tips of her braid. Lots of the older students where smiling at her encouragingly, it help a little, but she just kept blushing and looking down. Bending over to re-tie her shoes the professor called "Rose, Elizabeth." Standing up nice and tall she walked with a new found sense of confidence, and sat upon the stool without recitation. Holding her breath she awaited the sorting hat to call out a house

"Hmm, I suppose your appreciation of truth and honesty makes you an excellent HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Torin Nightfall]

Torin's name was called. He walked straight towards the stool and looked around the students. He sat, feeling half excited and half anxious for what would be his House. He took a tight grip on the edges of the stool and took a glimpse with Erina. Then he closed his eyes taking a very deep breath.

Out of Character:

My Sorting Form was already sent. This RP didn't come out when the form was sent, Nick told me to reply on this forum so I could be sorted.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Out of Character:

Thanks for the note.

 

[Whilhelmina Potts]

Wilhelmina was a tad bit nervous! Thought she had been waiting for this day ever since her birthday back in January, her calendar was full of crossed out days slowly creeping toward the giant red circle on September 1st. She was indeed fiddling her thumbs occasionally and checking out her future class mates. She comfortingly redid the big brown bun on the top of her head and wrapped a pretty grey ribbon around it. Then watched the other eleven year old closely. Waiting patiently for the door to open.

When the two big wooden doors opened Wilhelmina couldn't believe her eyes! The ceiling was absolutely breath taking and the attention to detail was beyond what she had imagined. Lowering her head she noticed all the smiling faces looking at her with excitement (a few glares but lets ignore those.) And her feet they felt as thought they where walking on air! She couldn't believe this was her life!

Re-adjusting her robes and shoes she started to watch for teachers. All of them had that loving and warm expression and that made her feel very welcomed. After the first 14 or so names had been called the headmistress called out "Potts, Wilhelmina!" and gently she walked up to the front and sat carefully on the stool, with the hat upon her head she awaited a response

"You've obviously very adventurous, but sometimes that just comes with being eleven. That said, you do seem to have wisdom beyond your years. Yes, I think you're a RAVENCLAW!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Lilith Morgenstern]

Lilith sauntered into the Great Hall with the rest of the Unsorted First Years, intrigued by the magnificent sight of the towering castle. Her eyes flickered around, discreetly staring at the many fascinating things happening around her. She resisted the urge to do anything foolish or mortifying: such as giving a squeal of delight, outright marveling or gaping open-mouthed at everything around her. After all, she was here to make an impression as well as learn everything necessary for a respectable career, not sightseeing.

The man at the front of the hall (he looked like an important person. She made a mental note to get on his good side) addressed them, calling out names one by one. Lilith took note of all of them--remembering the names of someone before having officially met them often made a good impression. She was so focused on the names that she nearly missed the fact that her own had been called. However, she was an observant person and managed to register it in the nick of time.

"Morgenstern, Lilith!" the man called out, his voice booming across the Hall. She strode forward, as gracefully as she could manage, and daintily sat down on the three-legged stool. "At last," she thought giddily, though she took a moment to ensured that she wasn't smiling as goofily as she felt. "I can find out which house I belong to." Her thoughts, however, were interrupted when the Sorting Hat was placed over her head, effectively blocking her sight and casting her world into blackness.



"You could very easily be a Ravenclaw, but your tendency to look out for yourself first suggests that you'll be much more at home in SLYTHERIN!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Charmaine Zsigmond]

Charmaine Zsigmond had never expected to be present at Hogwarts New Zealand. She didn't even believe magic existed until that letter arrived at her doorstep containing the seal of some unknown school to both herself and her family. The letter itself was surprising, but the contents were just plain shocking. Her mother had fainted and her father was quite in a rage thinking it was some kind of prank played by some newly moved-in neighborhood boy. But when the young girl showed signs of possessing magic, they knew right then and there that the letter was no prank, instead it was the truth. The little girl of the Zsigmond family was a witch.

And now, after a long trip from Germany, she was here at the castle to spend seven years of her life learning magic, such a foreign thing to her. After all, after experiencing a lot of bullying cases back in her muggle school, it wasn't her fault that her beliefs of magic and fairytales had faded away already along with some part of her confidence and self-esteem. But now, here she was, in the confines of a foreign country with new surroundings and new people. Perhaps she would be able to start anew here? Well, it is what she wanted for herself. These thoughts kept on recurring on her mind as she waited for what they called the Sorting Ceremony to start.

It was not long before the great doors before her opened, signalling the start of the sorting ceremony. Well, whatever it was they were going to sort, Raine had no idea, after all, she never took the liberty of gathering knowledge about this magic as the knowledge given about the topic in the muggle world just seemed a bit preposterous, thus she just decided to see for herself the truth about the wizarding world which she is about to enter. Because of her circle of thoughts, it took her long enough to notice that students around her, particularly the other first years, were suddenly seated at four different and very large tables. She was just about to sit at a nearby when she heard someone shouting some weird name and then the first year heading off to a table. "Perhaps I'm supposed to wait?" she told herself as she waited for her name to be called.

Charmaine sighed. Of course she'd be one of the last to be called. "Zsigmond, Charmaine," called from the front. "Finally," she told herself as she smiled and walked over to a hat sitting on a stool. The young girl sat on the stool and was quite surprised as the hat was placed on her head. Raine had exactly no idea what to do as she wasn't one to pay attention earlier as he mind was full of thoughts. "Uhmmmm. What's with the hat?" she asked in a whisper, mostly to herself as she wondered where was the male who kept on shouting the four different names. Perhaps he was tired and rested already? Couldn't he have waited for all the first years to finish. The girl sighed, not knowing what to expect from this school indeed.


"What's with the hat? How is it possible that you've been standing there as long as you have and didn't even pay attention to one other student being sorted? Hmmm? Wow. HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Davina Lesley]

Davina walked into the hall and looked around the room. She had her sister's arm entwined with her own and looked out over the sea of people in the huge room. She was sure that they could fit their entire house in this room. She was glad to be at Hogwarts of course, but she was sad to leave her Maika (mother) and Bashta (father) Atleast her brat (brother) was here so that they could be together. He was sitting at the table with the green house. Davina didn't really understand how this sorting thing worked, but she hoped that she could be with Dexter and with Damita also. That would be the best thing. She smiled over at Damita and looked at Dexter as she watched the students in front of her being sorted. She realised that it was going by name, so she knew that they would be next. She wasn't sure if she was excited or scared. She really wanted to be with her brother, but if she wasn't she hoped to atleast be with Damita.

"Lesley, Davina!"

Davina stepped forward and disentangled herself from her twin and hugged her tight, walking towards the steps and to the hat on the stool. She thought that it was a very strange way to sort the students, but she liked it just the same. Uniqueness intrigued her and this was certainly unique. The tattered old hat had a feeling of almost tiredness, but being as old as it obviously was, she had no doubt he would be here for a much longer time. She sat on the stool and placed the hat on her head. She couldn't wait to see what the hat was going to say.​

"Undoubtedly a HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content:

 

[Sanjana Malhotra]

Sanjana is a muggle-born witch. When she got the letter first,she was sooo surprised. She couldn't believe that she is a witch. Her parents were excited to know about that. They booked flight tickets at the most possible flight and came to london. There they met with Hagrid,who took them to leaky cauldron and the Diagon Alley. On the final day she became a little nervous and finally boarded the train. She made some friends while on the train. Finally they came through the lake to the Hogwarts Castle.

It was a huge and magnificent palace. All the unsorted students went to the Great Hall forming a line. Then one Professor stood infront of them and started calling their names. The students had to sit on a stool with a Sorting Hat on their head which was calling out their house names. Sometimes it was taking time and sometimes not. Finally Malhotra,Sanjana was called out. She moved infont and was very nervous. She sat on the stool and looked around the Hall and saw curious eyes of her new friends. The Prof. put the Hat on her head and after sometime(it seemed like ages) it Called out the House Name and Sanjana felt that a chilled air just passed through body.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

You need to be in at least one of the following groups to see this content: