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- Cherry Wand 12 1/2 Essence of Wood Rose
Donald was a bag of nerves as he entered the great hall. So far the nerves had been there, but buried deep underneath all the awe and wonder of entering his new home for the first time and seeing all the exciting and usually things. The moving portraits that talked, the ghosts, the real live ghosts! Most of the first years almost jumped out of their skin the first time a ghost swooped by them through the corridor. Now though, he was about to be sorted! How did that work? Was it painful? Was it some kind of test? Was it embarrassing? What if he got put into the wrong house? What if everyone laughed at him, or he couldn’t do what was asked?
No, surely not, he had studied hard ever since learning he was a wizard, buying books on wizardry, reading up all the exciting history of magic, which he really did find genuinely interesting and exciting, although he daren’t mention that to the others. He found when he talked about some of his interests in stuff like that; the other students would find him weird and laugh at him. This was another new chance for him, a brand new opportunity to make friends. If he failed to do that, these would be a very lonely next couple of years. That was something he didn’t want.
Of course, he was a bit of a nerd, and deep down, he was proud of that fact, but still, he had to make friends. From all his various research he felt the best house for him would be Ravenclaw, but it would be up to the school to decided that, he hoped that he would be in that house.
A professor beckoned them to enter the great hall, the sorting was ready to begin, and suddenly he felt rather self-conscious, like all eyes were on him. Of course they were not, he was nothing special and there was a whole group of them entering the room. But still, his nerves were starting to get the better of him; he supposed that everyone felt like this the first time they were getting sorted though.
After the sorting hat had finished its song, the professor started calling out names, “GRYFINDOR” cried the hat for one boy, “HUFFLEPUFF” screamed the hat, Donald shifted uneasily in position in the queue, “SLYTHERIN” the hat said for a black haired girl. One by one the professor called up pupils and one by one they got sorted in the four houses.
“Donald Westwood” called the professor. The young boy moved from what little of the queue that was left and approached the sorting hat. He sat on the stool and placed the hat upon his head.
Please be Ravenclaw, please put me in Ravenclaw, please… the boy thought to himself, in quiet a polite manner really. He sat nervous, he knew he had the intelligence to be in Ravenclaw, but would the hat. He hoped so, he really did.
"You would make an excellent Hufflepuff. But, you are quite set on Ravenclaw - and you'd do well there, as well. Alright - as you wish - RAVENCLAW!"
No, surely not, he had studied hard ever since learning he was a wizard, buying books on wizardry, reading up all the exciting history of magic, which he really did find genuinely interesting and exciting, although he daren’t mention that to the others. He found when he talked about some of his interests in stuff like that; the other students would find him weird and laugh at him. This was another new chance for him, a brand new opportunity to make friends. If he failed to do that, these would be a very lonely next couple of years. That was something he didn’t want.
Of course, he was a bit of a nerd, and deep down, he was proud of that fact, but still, he had to make friends. From all his various research he felt the best house for him would be Ravenclaw, but it would be up to the school to decided that, he hoped that he would be in that house.
A professor beckoned them to enter the great hall, the sorting was ready to begin, and suddenly he felt rather self-conscious, like all eyes were on him. Of course they were not, he was nothing special and there was a whole group of them entering the room. But still, his nerves were starting to get the better of him; he supposed that everyone felt like this the first time they were getting sorted though.
After the sorting hat had finished its song, the professor started calling out names, “GRYFINDOR” cried the hat for one boy, “HUFFLEPUFF” screamed the hat, Donald shifted uneasily in position in the queue, “SLYTHERIN” the hat said for a black haired girl. One by one the professor called up pupils and one by one they got sorted in the four houses.
“Donald Westwood” called the professor. The young boy moved from what little of the queue that was left and approached the sorting hat. He sat on the stool and placed the hat upon his head.
Please be Ravenclaw, please put me in Ravenclaw, please… the boy thought to himself, in quiet a polite manner really. He sat nervous, he knew he had the intelligence to be in Ravenclaw, but would the hat. He hoped so, he really did.
"You would make an excellent Hufflepuff. But, you are quite set on Ravenclaw - and you'd do well there, as well. Alright - as you wish - RAVENCLAW!"
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