Sorting Ceremony

[Ava King]

Ava Davershire welcomed the students entering the Great Hall with a warm 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, so she made sure the Hall looked immaculate. The roof was, as always, charmed, 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.
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.

 

[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

 

[Matt Greene]

Matt Greene entered the Great Hall from what others were whispering about. The only thing that he could think about was his younger brother having to be left behind. With the death of their mother leaving behind a small fortune for them, at least Mason would have a place to live and some food until Matt could figure out some more things to do. He did not want to be here. Things were not fair for neither of them. Their mom left and then died, and now their dad was in Azkaban. Matt just hated the fact that Mason was not able to be here.

It tore Matt inside that Mason was alone, and he wanted nothing more but to just get things done and order for him. He could not wait until next year, or the holidays to see how Mason was doing. He would have to get an owl so that he could write to him, and they could keep up with each other like that. There was not really any other way to keep in contact with each other which bothered him. Matt sighed and he looked up as the sorting ceremony started up with the voice of the Headmistress, whoever she was.

The hat started to sing, and as someone very unfamiliar with magic, the boy's eyes widened. It was freaky. Matt was suddenly wishing that he was not magical at all. He shifted in his stance, and hated that he was here. However he sighed once the names started to get called out ad eventually, his name was called out loudly. Matt dragged his feet up to the stool and he flopped down on it. His eyes scanned the area and he wondered where he would be sitting. He knew virtually nothing about the houses.

How does the hat sort? By random? Matt twiddled his thumbs and he looked down at his hands, the only thoughts going through his mind was that he wished he and his brother were born just ten minutes earlier, then he would be here right now. Perhaps there was something that could be done. Probably not. But Matt just had to believe that this will go by quickly.​

"Randomly sorting? You wound me! No, your house isn't being 'picked out of a hat,' - it's being picked out 'by a hat'. Now, as to the question of where you belong, it could go one of two ways, but I think your years here might be better for you in GRYFFINDOR!"

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[Casey Daniels]

Casey waited nervously outside of the Great hall along with the rest of the new first years. He looked around at all the nervous young faces and he realised that he did not share their nerves. He had built this day up so much that he was excited. The only thing he was nervous about was what house he would be sorted in. He didn't want to disappoint his father but at the same time he didn't want to be in a different house to Alison. The doors finally opened and the first years shuffled in through the hall and down to the front of the hall where the sorting hat sat. The Deputy Headmaster stood in front of the fresh crop of first years and began to one by one read their names from a sheet of parchment and sat them down with the sorting hat. It was long before it was Casey's turn. He name echoed through the hall and he made his way up the steps and sat down on the stool. He waited.

"I think you'll do quite well in SLYTHERIN!"

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[Zinaida Zhefarovich]

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<COLOR color="#000">Zinaida entered the Great Hall, completely surrounded by the bodies of her future classmates. Zinaida could practically feel the excitement leaking off their bodies as they were all ushered to make their way up to where the Headmistress was standing. Zinaida wasn't going to lie; she wasn't in the least bit excited to be going to school here. It wasn't anything she had against the school personally, just more or less the fact that Zinaida wasn't fully sure she wanted to go to the same school her twin brother, Vladimir was also going to attend. Vladimir was always good at being successful at the things he put his mind toward. Why else would he be chosen to become the next head of the family? Zinaida wasn't even considered for the job, and that stung a little bit. Ever since, Zinaida has had to sit in the shadows and watch her brother succeed. If Zinaida stayed here, the only thing she was going to be doing was fighting to stay out of her brother's shadow. Zinaida stared up at Vladimir, who was walking ahead of her and bit her lip. From what she knew, there were many other Zhefarovich's also attending this school. Zinaida was never going to be able to stand out! She would likely always be known as the red-headed Zhefarovich girl that always followed her brother around. "I wonder if we're going to even end up in the same house." Zinaida had no idea how the whole sorting process worked other than the hat looking at the qualities a person held, but she began to wonder if she and her brother would be in the same house. Did they possess the same qualities? A small chatter between the other unsorted students broke out as they waited further direction. Zinaida glanced to the side and caught gazes with another young boy her age. Without even realizing what she was doing, Zinaida began to smile.



Zinaida was forced to break the gaze she was holding with the boy when the feeling of a bony elbow dug its way into her side. "Ouch! Keep your hands to yourself Vuh-lad!" Zinaida threw a glare at her twin, almost wishing she could burn a hole in his head right now. Why should she pay attention when she already didn't want to be here? Zinaida huffed as soon as her brother turned away and focused as best as she could on listening to what the whole sorting process was going to involve. Zinaida knew that sooner or later she would come to love this place, but right now she wished she were anywhere but here. Moments later, a student was called up to be sorted. Zinaida turned her attention to the poor student who had been called first and watched as the old hat was placed on his head. Much to her surprise, the hat began to mutter something. Zinaida couldn't quite catch what it was saying until it loudly shouted the name of a house. Zinaida had no idea what table represented the house, but if she had to guess she would have chosen the table that had erupted into a roar of cheering. One by one, the sea of students each had their name called and was promptly sorted into their house. Since Zinaida's name had nothing but Zs in it, she expected to be close to, if not absolutely last, which was pretty sad because Zinaida didn't like watching the others get sorted while she had to stand there and wonder where on earth she was going to be placed at. Finally, Zinaida's name was called, and a wave of uneasiness rushed over her. This was it. Would she be doomed to be with her brother, or would they be separated so they could each make their own destinies? Silently, Zinaida walked up to where the stool was and sat down. The hat was quickly placed on her head, and that's when it all began. Zinaida tried to keep herself from bothering the hat with too many questions, since it could already see quite a bit about her; she didn't doubt that it knew what she was thinking either.

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[Vladimir Zhefarovich]

Vladimir Zhefarovich felt mighty proud right now. It was time for Sorting, and the walk into the Great Hall. He had heard so much from his careless brother, Sergei, and now it was finally his turn to make a legacy for himself, to embrace the Zhefarovich legendary name. He would gladly embrace the feeling. The walk with the other future first years were somewhat unsettling. They all must have been the lower bloods. It was really pathetic for him to even be apart of. He sighed and he rolled his eyes. He looked around to see whether or not he had found one of the friends he had managed to make. Blaine. From what he had heard, he was a twin too. Vladimir looked forward to being in the same house as he was. He also wondered what type of house he would be in. The majority of Zhefarovich’s were none other than in the house of Slytherin. Two of them taught at this school too, and one was the Head of House for Slytherin. Vladimir caught eyes with his uncles and he bowed his head in respect before looking forward to see a woman deal out the introduction. Vladimir tuned her out and he folded his arms across his chest. Would he perhaps fit in Ravenclaw? Would he perhaps fit in Slytherin? Hufflepuff for his loyalty to his family? Gryffindor for him being somewhat noble? There were possibilities he could fit in any of the houses, but there was one that was just for him. Or rather, that the founders would find him just right for their house. He did not want to cost any of the founders a bad reputation, although he, like Salazar Slytherin, would disagree with what Godric Gryffindor wanted. Vladimir clinched his hands into fists, and he cracked his knuckles. All of the name calling began, and soon he would be practically dead last. Zinaida would be going last because of her first name starting with a Z.

"Zhefarovich, Vladimir!" Vladimir looked up as his name was called and he approached the stool with the talking hat. The Sorting Hat to be precise. Vladimir walked up to the stool and he sat down. He felt the hat set right on his wavy, jet black hair. He looked down at the student body, wondering if this is how it should be. People looking up to him. He envisioned his family doing that and he smirked softly to himself, hoping to one day be a good leader like he was raised to be. Vladimir then realized that the hat could possibly hear or read his thoughts, so he silenced them. To allow the hat to do his or her job, the hat would have to end up reading through who he was, and choosing where he ought to be. His opinion did not really matter when it came down to sorting, so he left it alone. He closed those onyx eyes and awaited the decision of where he would be placed for the next seven years of his youth.​

"SLYTHERIN!"

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[Blaine Matthias]

Blaine Matthias looked to his younger sister for a moment as they stepped through the doors to the legendary Great Hall of Hogwarts. Blaine thought that he would have been better off in Durmstrang, but since his two other brothers, or two of them, were here, then he might as well be too. Nikandros was a Gryffindor, and Troxa was a Slytherin. Blaine thought that it was probably bad that Troxa was now expecting to have a baby, but Blaine didn't think that it would ever happen to him. First of all, he looked average. His hair was always shaggy and there was nothing he could do about it. His eyes almost glowed like fire. He let out a sigh and he continued to walk through the crowd of potential first years as he kept to himself. He managed to meet another pure-blood like him, and a twin no less. It was pretty cool in his eyes. Blaine sighed and he waited for the woman to do the introduction, and once she had, the hat started to sing cheerfully. Blaine had to tune it out so that he could think over where he just might belong. He would love to be in Ravenclaw. He heard that they seemed like a quiet bunch.

Finally the roll call started. Blaine watched one by one as each person was sorted into the four houses. Blaine would be sorted before his twin sister and that much he was thrilled about. He liked being first in many things. The downside was that he was not the firstborn at all. Instead he was simply one of the many Matthias boys. Blaine shook his head and then looked up as soon as the voice bellowed, "Matthias, Blaine!" Silently, Blaine walked up to the stool and he found his seat. The hat made its temporary home on the top of his head, and the only thing he could think of was, Must I be placed in the same house with either of my brothers? That would be Slytherin and Gryffindor. Perhaps he did favor Ravenclaw more than them all. Slytherin would not be too bad since Troxa was leaving really soon. He let out a sigh and he waited for the judgment.​

"You could very easily be in Slytherin. But, I think the place where you'll become the best wizard you can be is more than likely RAVENCLAW!"

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[Pandora Metzger]

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<FONT font="Georgia"><COLOR color="#000">It felt surreal to know that this castle was going to be Pandora's home for the next seven years. Pandora wasn't used to being out of the house for an hour without her father by her side let alone an entire year. What was it going to be like if her dad wasn't around to take care of her all of the time? Sure Pandora had Blaine, but frankly she felt like she had always been more assertive than he was when it came to getting things done and making sure that people stayed out of her way. "I wonder what house we'll be sorted into, brother. Dad never really explained the houses to us. None of them are wearing purple though." Purple was Pandora's favorite color, so she was hoping that there would be a house adorned in purple. Sadly only yellow, green, red, and blue seemed to be the colors represented here. Pandora caught the look her brother gave her and rolled her eyes, resisting the urge to kick him in the shin for daring to give her such a look. He probably thought she was stupid for wishing there was a house that had purple as their color, but was it really that bad of a thing to wonder? Pandora figured that they would be sorted according to their interests or something. So chances were slim that even if there was a house with that color, she might not wind up in that house anyways. The students gathered around the podium where the headmistress explained that they were going to have the sorting hat placed on their head and then they would be sorted into their houses. Pandora kind of hoped she would be first, but she doubted it with her last name starting with an M.



Blaine would be before her anyways too. Finally, the first student was called and sorted. Then it was the next, and then the next. Pandora eventually grew impatient waiting. Not to mention slightly unnerved. One of the few things Pandora ever learned from her mother that had left her when she was quite young, was her obsession with vanity. Pandora was only eleven, but she was quite obsessed with her looks. If her mother was so into it, it must have been important. From the looks of it, there were a lot of pretty girls in this group. Some pretty enough to worry Pandora that she might have some serious competition. Pandora hated having competition. Especially if it was harder for Pandora to take down and put it in its place. Finally Pandora heard her own name being called and she smirked. Finally it was time to see where she was going to be living the next seven years. Pandora shoved her way past her classmates and sat down on the stool. The once did the smirk on her lips leave from its resting place. Pandora was happy to be here, even if people didn't think so from looking at her.





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"You, however, are almost unquestionably a <SIZE size="150">SLYTHERIN!"

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[Belladonna Metzger]

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<FONT font="Georgia"><SIZE size="50"><COLOR color="#000">Belladonna gazed around in wonder as she made her way into the Great Hall. Never before had she seen a room so big before! Sure the Quidditch stadiums that her dad played in were fairly big, but those were usually outdoors. Belladonna had never seen a castle before either, so this was quite exciting for her. "I wish I had brought a camera to take pictures with!" Belladonna really liked things like photography, but she had no idea if things like cameras, or film would work around magic. According to her dad and brother, many things didn't. Maybe after a little bit of time here at Hogwarts, Belladonna would be able to figure out whether or not she could have a camera. Blue eyes quickly scanned the area, taking in the students sitting at the four large tables carefully. She could see the students easily now, some of them looked older, some of them younger. Some were adorned in yellow, while others had on blue. Belladonna had asked Erik as much as she could about this place, but she didn't know exactly what house would be best for her. Belladonna heard that certain qualities and characteristics would help decide which house was for her, but from Erik's description, Belladonna couldn't tell. Earlier, Belladonna had caught sight of Vladimir, the young boy that she had met at the toy store. He didn't seem to notice her, but maybe later she could say hello to him or something. They already knew each other so why not buddy up or something? They could even be in the same house as one another! Belladonna was secretly hoping that she would be in the same house as brother though. That way he could show her what to do. If that wasn't going to work out though, oh well. Belladonna didn't really care where she went; she just wanted a chance to explore the castle!



Gathered around the Headmistress and an old looking stool, Belladonna noticed that she was holding an old looking hat. Belladonna actually kind of liked it. It looked like a typical hat that any witch or wizard would wear, except older and that this one could talk. The first student was called not even seconds after the instructions were all stated and announced to them. The hat was placed on their head, and they were sorted away. Belladonna withheld the urge to clap for them as they made their way to the table. It was exciting to watch. A few other students were sorted into their houses before Belladonna heard her own name called. Belladonna's cheeks heated up as all eyes turned towards her. Belladonna stepped her way past the crowd as quickly as she could, and ignored the roar of laughter that ensued when she stumbling running up the steps. Belladonna's cheats heated up again. Sadly, her clumsiness always chose the worst times to strike. Silently, Belladonna sat herself down on the stool and folded her hands into her lap. Hopefully the hat wouldn't tear her a new one about her fall earlier. Could he even see that? Hopefully not, because she didn't want to hear crap from a hat for her ungraceful ways up the podium. Her blue eyes carefully stared over the forms of the other students waiting to be sorted; vaguely she wondered how many of them might be her future friends, or even her future enemies. When the hat began to talk, Belladonna stiffened. Though she had seen it do this many times today, it still surprised her to hear it talk. Belladonna tried to remain as quiet and still as possible as she waited to see what the hat would say.





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"Stumbling on your first day at a new school, and you're pushing through and looking everybody who just watched you and laughed at you right in the eyes while I just muddle in your mind. Not angry, not paralyzed in fear, just continuing on. I think you'll make a fine GRYFFINDOR!"

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[Clara Zhefarovich]

This was it. Finally, Clara had her turn to attend Hogwarts. She was the last member of her siblings and cousins to go to Hogwarts, but it was finally her chance. She had a lot to live up to, but was more concerned about making some good friends. Clara was used to not getting too much attention, so she had planned to get lots of attention while she was at school. Clara wanted to be popular, but definitely wanted to have some true friends that she could talk to.
Clara gasped in amazement as she stepped into the Hall. Of course she had heard all about Hogwarts, and seen pictures, but nothing could ready her for the beauty of the Hall. The young blonde slowly followed the rest of the First Years to the front of the Hall, soaking in the attention of all the eyes of the older years being on them. Once the group reached the front of the Hall, Clara looked at the Headmistress as she spoke, taking in everything she said. The blonde watched in amazement as an old hat opened it's mouth and sung them a song.
Luckily, Clara's last name started with an "A", so she didn't have to wait too long to be sorted. Not an ounce of impatience entered Clara's body, only excitement, until her name was called. Fixing her hair quickly, Clara took a deep breath and walked swiftly towards the seat and sat down, awaiting the hat's decision.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

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[Lewis Northman]

The great hall of Hogwarts was bustling with life as all of the unsorted students gathered together ready to be sorted. Lewis was looking forward to being sorted. He knew that what ever house he was in he was happy to be coming to this school. As the sorting carried on the young boy watched as each student got sorted in to their houses. He looked around the crowd and wondered who he was going to be friends with and who would share his house with him. he smiled to himself as he waited. He was a little nervous about the whole ordeal but he kept himself under control. Being nervouse or scared was an unnecisary emotion as it just made things worse. "Northman, Lewis." The young boy looked up, it was his turn to wear the hat and be sorted. He swallowed hard and walked up to the front, where everyone would watch him. As he walked he wondered to himself what the hat would see in him and what house he would be in for the next severn years. He sat on the stool still with these thoughts in his head waited to be sort.

"Your value of 'fairness' would make you an excellent Hufflepuff, but you'd be just as good a Ravenclaw. Hmm, alright, we'll go with your preference here: RAVENCLAW!"

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[Alison Kingswood]

It was a long and scary trip to Hogwarts, luckily she knew people in the express and was bunking with them. There was Bridget and Casey and Alison had no clue what to do without them. Bridget wanted to be a Hufflepuff and Alison and Cesey were going for Gryffindor. Alison blushed when someone saw her Gryffindor socks coming out of her shoes, she had bought them in a little souvenir shop in England. A voice in Alison said they were good luck charms and Alison could not care more about the fact that it was kind of embarrassing. The first year were called into the Great Hall, with one good gaze around the room Alison saw her sister. Alison did not like her sister, but she did not hate her either. Sending her sister a smile of politeness, she followed the other first years on their new adventure as Witches and Wizards. Alison knew how sorting was going to work, her sister had done it and so had her parents and they explained everything so Alison was not going to faint. Every time someone got sorted lots of people cheered and Alison hoped they would not do that for her, she was going to get really nervous of cheering. She did not even like all the First Year attention, she wanted to eat and sit with her House. To start the adventure of Hogwarts.

''Kingswood, Alison'' Alison broke out of her concentration and walked to the stool with all the courage she could get. The three legged stool was not comfortable, but that was not a problem now. Which House was she going to get, Alison hoped for Gryffindor, she loved the colours. With a final stroke over her Gryffindor coloured socks she closed her eyes waiting for the hat to go over her head. Alison was thinking about everything, she was excited and happy.
"GRYFFINDOR!"

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[Bridget Riley]

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<FONT font="times new roman">Bridget didn't think she'd ever had such a busy day in her life. Her Mother had woken her at the crack of dawn to make sure she was ready to leave, and had then driven her to the platform to board the Hogwarts Express. Bridget had barely had a chance to catch her breath before she was being herded into the great hall with a group of fellow unsorted students. As she gazed at the ceiling above her, Bridget's brown eyes widened. She had seen pictures, but it really didn't do the real thing justice. The night sky shone down upon the rows of students, giving the impression that they were outside under the stars. Candles floated in mid air above the tables. Bridget turned her attention back to the Headmistress as she began to speak. A wave of relief spread through her veins. This would be her home for a long time to come, but Bridget had never been happier. Whilst living with her Mother was rewarding in ways, it certainly got cramped in their little house. It was as though she was a caged bird, suddenly allowed to spread it's wings and live independently.



Bridget beamed, her fiery long red hair perched neatly on her robes. As the students began to get sorted, Bridget discreetly stretched her legs, which were now feeling rather tired from the long journey on the train. "Riley, Bridget!" Her head jerked up towards the sorting stool. There was a moment of silence before someone she had met on the train gave her sharp nudge with their elbow. Oh, right, Bridget thought, suddenly aware that she was supposed to move. She swiftly made her way up to the stool and sat down. This was it. As she sat with the hat on her head, anxiety began to kick in. What if she was put in Slytherin? She swallowed back the lump in her throat and shut her eyes, willing the hat to make the right choice.





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"What if you were put in Slytherin? Well, if that happened I would be terrible at my job and they should probably dismantle me thread from thread. I'm still doing this after all these years, though, because I don't put somebody in Slytherin if they belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"

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[Lowan Kickett]

Lowan entered the great hall and the one thought gong through his head was thank god he was here. thank god he wasn't stuck in perth with gamma liz. as he walked with the rest of the first year he saw una sitting at the slytherin table next to a boy she assumed must be alburtus, the guy he had sort of guessed was her best mate, or at leas one of them. he looked around seeing if there was anyone he recognised. not that he really thought he would he hadn't met any other young wizards and witches. there were just a couple of people una had got a few pictures of at home that he recognised. albie of course. there was a funny picture of them at the halloween ball. minoas (there was a picture of them after they had just played a team in a quidditch match. and then a few girls from her dorm but not many more than that. he looked up at the hall then, it was pretty amazing really. he really liked the fact that he could see the stars through the cealing. it gave it a sort of camping feeling and he loved camping with his brother-cousins. on the quads, making shelters, and otherwise just being boys. by now the principal was talking explaining the method of sorting. how they would have the hat on their heads and then it would give them a house. he already knew this his gram and una had explained it. he knew his mum had been a gryffindor and his sister was a slytherin so he would be happy in either of those houses. however he really didn't like the sound of ravenclaw. and hufflepuffs looked too soft and friendly. he waited for the names to be called out. and as he was thinking about the puffs a girl ahead of him was sorted into hufflepuff curly blonde hair, huge smile exactly what he thought they should be like. a little longer and they were up to G as a boy called Matt greene was sorted. he looked at the crowd trying to see which would be a good way when they finally got to K's maybe if he could get to the left there was a clearing there. the next few letters flew by and soon hea heard it "Kickett, Lowan" was called. he went up. was it just his imagination or did the tone of the ladys voice drop as he said his name. he smiled at this, it looked like once again he had a reputation to follow and live up to. he took a seat on the small stool, it was really low. "you would have thought they would have made the stool higher"[/b] he thought. "my butt is only foot of the ground" was his last thought before the had landed on his head and he let the hat do it's job, trying not to think anything so as to not distract it so it would be done quicker as he realised how hungry he was.

"You could be a Slytherin, but Salazar valued magical education and the ancient history of magic in a way that you don't seem to begin to share. With that said, your adventurous side places you in GRYFFINDOR!"

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[Brittany Clarke]

- Clarke, Brittany! ' Brittany looks proud and smiles when she heard her name. She walks very exited to the sorting head, and sit's slowly on the stool. * Slytherin, Ravenclaw that's my house. Other houses sucks!* Brittany was thinking that. The sorting head takes a deep breath and was talking about beautiful Brittany. What would it be??

"You're intelligent, but not wise. You're far more interested in your wellbeing than others' - you're well suited for SLYTHERIN!"

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[Mackenzie Mitchell]

Walking up through the castle was an adventure on its own for Mackenzie. Growing up on the coast she was used to long winding beaches and boardwalks. She had never seen a castle so vast and beautiful, never seen rooms so tall and full of history. She shuffled forward with her fellow first years and she was happy to see that she was not the only one taking in her surroundings in the way only someone new to the magical word could. They came to a halt outside the Great hall, in front of the biggest door that Mackenzie had ever seen. On first glance it looked to heavy to push but she knew that couldn't be the case. She waited their nervously until the time came for them to make their way down the hall to the front where the sorting hat was waiting. One by one the first years made their way to the stool and were welcomed into their new home until finally it was Mack's turn. She made her way up the steps, her nervous seeming to melt away and she took her seat on the stool.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

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[Serenity Dion]

Serenity was a bundle of excitement today. Sure she was sad that she had to say goodbye to her mother and the Jones family until the Christmas holidays at least, unless they were able to make it over to New Zealand during the regulated Brightstone weekends that Serenity was informed about where the students got to go into the local village for shopping and meeting up with family and friends outside of the school. As the large doors opened into the Great Hall, Serenity fixed her uniform, which was already sitting perfectly, and walked in along with the other first year students. The Hall was so huge that she figured why it was called the Great Hall. As she looked around she figured you could fit the entire Jones Family house into here and have room left over. A soft smile graced her face as her eyes opened widely in amazement at the vast amount of people already in the Hall and just at the grandeur of the place.

She couldn't wait to be sorted that she was barely able to keep her attention on the headmistress and the sorting hat and everything as she just kept looking around her at all times. When the first student was called out Serenity started to get attentive and pay attention to what was happening. The sorting process didn't really take very long for each student, apart from the odd student that the hat had to take a moment or two to decide on what house they belonged in. Serenity had read up all about the different houses and what typical characteristics of students from houses seemed to be but Serenity didn't like to judge people, especially based of a broad stereotypical analysis, or whatever it was. She wasn't sure what house she would be sorted into herself although she did hope, sort of, for Hufflepuff – partly which was based off the fact that yellow was her favourite colour. When she heard her name called out she made her way up to the headmistress and sat on the stool beside her, giggling slightly as the hat was placed on her head, it tickled slightly, and awaited the hats judgement before going to join her new housemates.

"RAVENCLAW!"

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[Iason Samartzi]

Iason had mixed feelings about starting the new chapter in his life. Of course he was excited to start school and had always been jealous of Nia when she left to go to school and often wanted to go with her but, of course, he was too young. Then again he was happy at home and was going to miss his family when he was at school and so far away from them. He had asked Nia all about Hogwarts New Zealand and what it was like and knew that his time away from home would help him grow and would be well worth it when he went into the adult world. He looked up to Nia, knowing what she was like when he was younger, reckless and didn't care for much authority but now she was living in New York and was become a well-known fashion designer in the entertainment industry, he figured that the responsibility and freedom she gained from being schooled away from home had helped her grow up and he wanted that so badly for himself.

He chattered along with the other first years as they entered the Great Hall. They were all talking about what house they wanted to get into and what not. Iason wasn't too sure which house he wanted to be part off really. He knew Nia was in Slytherin, which sounded like a respectable house. Nia often revered to Hufflepuff as the 'left over' house, which he thought was quite mean but it didn't sound like his kind of house. Gryffindor was seemingly full of rule breakers, which wasn't Iason at all. Then there was Ravenclaw where all the dorks were, he wouldn't of counted himself as a dork but he liked to think he was smart and was interested in Ravenclaw. Iason waited patiently as the headmistress and the sorting hat gave their introductions and the students before him were sorted. Finally it was his turn to be sorted and he made his way to the seat and had the sorting hat placed on top of his head. This was it and he was definitely excited to see which colours he would be sporting for the next seven years.

"Slytherin is a very respectable house. They all are: they're named for very respectable witches and wizards. The respectable house that you just so happen to belong in, however, does happen to be SLYTHERIN!"

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[Zechariah Powell]

Zechariah was still not too happy about the fact that he had to attend Hogwarts New Zealand all because his mother was Headmistress of Drumstrang; if anything he thought that would allow him to attend the obviously more superior school. Although he respected his parents decision and didn't argue against it as he knew better than to fight his parents judgement. Granted he had been bullied when he was younger about being the headmistress’ son and rumoured to be one of the Professor’s son, although it wasn't a known fact among the student body and very few Professors were informed of the situation either. Even at his young age Zechariah could see why his parents wanted him to have a normal school career without the threat of other kids making fun of him for having parents as teachers and whatnot.

Entering the Great Hall along with the other first years Zechariah really didn't know what he was getting himself into. He had heard a lot of chatter among the other first years wondering what house they were going to be. Zechariah hadn't thought that Hogwarts would be any different than Drumstrang in terms of allocations; the boys were at one end and the girls in another, so he really didn't understand this whole house situation. Looking around the hall he noticed different coloured banners above the four long tables that stretched the length of the hall. He assumed these were the houses he had been hearing about; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin - whatever that meant. He shrugged his shoulders as he turned his head back to the front of the hall when the Headmistress got up to talk. He listened to her talk and go on about forbidden areas, slightly rolling his eyes, what was the point telling people if they were forbidden, it would make them want to go to it even more, or at least that would be the case with him.

When the woman addressed the first years he brought his full attention back to her and listened to her mention something about a sorting hat. When he saw the old, ragged, hat he resisted his urge to laugh. What sort of place is this? he thought. He listened to the sorting hat give some sort of song, somewhat impressed that it talked. He listened to its description of the four houses, sparking his interest in the one called Slytherin. Once it was done he watched as the students before him went up to the stage and was sorted. When it was time for him to go and have his fate decided by a hat he approached the stage and sat on the stool. When the hat was placed on his head he wondered what his fate would be.

"What sort of place is this? This is the sort of place where magic is taught and respected - and the founder of your house knew, perhaps more than most, the value of magic and why it was so important to appreciate it. Hopefully you'll learn a thing or two in SLYTHERIN!"

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[James Adams]

James was tense. He'd always managed to shrug off his nerves before but this was different. This was what would influence his life, this was what he had waited for all his life prior to this moment. The hall was filled, the feast not yet started laced out on tables. The students were all quiet but they clapped whenever someone was sorted to a different house and cheered when someone was sorted into their house. The Prefects were trying to maintain order whilst the Head Boy and Head Girl were stood off to one side, waiting for their moment to speak. The Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher sat at the end of the table, a brooding and sinister expression shadowing his face which would have been handsome in his earlier years. At that moment, James heard his name called out and he was gently nudged from behind. Looking over his shoulder, he saw London a pace behind him, a reassuring smile on her face. James stepped out of the queue and climbed the steps to the rickety stool where the Sorting Hat was perched. James nervously sat on the edge of the stool, his hands trembling with his nerves, his stomach fluttering in anticipation. James looked up and saw the Headmistress placing the hat on his head. After a little while of anxious expectation, the Hat finally came to a decision.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

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[Matilda Undersee]

Now was not the first time in Matilda's life that she had really wished she had a stool to stand on. That or you could just grow some longer legs, she thought bitterly. However, Matilda was also secretly thankful for her lack in vertical measure. Leaving home for more than a few hours for the first time in her life was proving to be extremely overwhelming for such a small girl, and she was already beginning to feel homesick. This surprised her considering her home was more of a prison than a place to feel safe, and yet she suddenly felt as though she would do anything to be back in the confines of her garden. You can't think like that, Matilda reminded herself, inhaling deeply as a feeble attempt to calm her nerves. It clearly wasn't working; her face was pale, her hands clammy and her robes were beginning to stick to her back. Deep down, though, Matilda knew that today was the first day of the rest of her life. It was here at Hogwarts that she would grow into a successful witch, putting the knowledge that nobody had ever appreciated before to good use. As students were called up to the stool and sorted into their houses (though Matilda could only hear what was going on, since she barely passed everyone else's waist), her nerves were threatening to get the better of her. As she recited words of encouragement to herself under her breath, her name was called. "Undersee, Matilda!" She heard from the general direction of the front. Matilda slowly edged forward through her fellow students, accidentally standing on someone's foot. She apologized, her voice now a barely audible squeak.



As she slowly approached the stool, Matilda knew that all eyes were on her. She had never been the center of anyone's attention before, but immediately hated the feeling. Her tiny pointed ears burned underneath her thick brown hair, yet she still someone remained composed. As the sorting hat was lowered onto her head, a terrifying thought struck her. What if being part goblin meant she couldn't be sorted? Would the hat ridicule her for thinking that a half-breed such as herself would ever be good enough for Hogwarts? Turning scarlet, Matilda closed her eyes and clutched the edges of the stool, almost wishing that she could be back on the train home. Almost.​

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"Goblins are quite magical - why would we turn magic away from a magical school? That doesn't make much sense to me at all. I don't think it does to you, either. You'll need to find ways to develop your confidence and I trust the best place for you to do that will be RAVENCLAW!"

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[Nathan Abbott]

Nathan was extra nervous that day, he was finally going to Hogwarts. Nathan waited for this moment for so long now, by all the enthusiastic he forgot to pack his things but didn't worry about it. Nathan woke up very early because he couldn't sleep, it gave him time to pack is suitcase, he picked up random stuff from the floor and packed them in his suitcase. A few hours later his whole family was ready to leave there home for the train station, when they finally got there Nathan still couldn't believe that he was going to Hogwarts. He and Ethan, his brother got in the train and waved at their parents, on the moment they waved to their parents he realized it.. From now on, Hogwarts was going te be his new home.

After several hours of sitting in the train, listening to the whining of his brother, Nathan needed some time for him self. The moment he had been waiting for came closer and closer, as soon as possible he changed his clothes and came back in his Hogwarts robes, slowly the train stopped. Nathan waited outside for his brother to walk with the other unsorted students. His stomach twisted, Nathan got nervous at the time they reached the castle. Once inside the castle he began to smile, he hadn't seen Alison yet but knew she was somewhere in the group. A moment later they all stood in the Great Hall.. Everything went in a flash, he heard name by name, Nathan got nervously, his stomach had twisted again, he stood there for five minutes then he heard his name. He walked forward and sat down on the stool. Nathan closed his eyes and let the sorting hat speak

"You undoubtedly have a sense of adventure, but so do many children - no, you're not a Gryffindor at heart. You seem to me much more of a HUFFLEPUFF!"

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[Fiona Thompson]

Fiona walks with her stuff to the castle, the beautiful castle Hogwarts. Wow.. it is so cool! Fiona walks with the other students, she shine's between them. She wants to lead, so she tells about all the stuff she dares. People are fascinated by here, Fiona knows that. They walked into a very big hall. This is the great hall, i heard a lot about it. I have a lot of friends at hogwarts and even in France at Beauxbatons. I am orginal France, but we moved to England for my parents there jobs. * When Fiona stopped, for a pause. She saw a letter on her suitcase.* Just walk ok, i be right there! Fiona said it to the group around here. * Fiona grabs the letter and started reading*

Dear Fiona,
Welcome at hogwarts, what excited huh!
I am everywhere maybe even here..
I am watching you and don't think your safe here. This castle walls don't protect you, and the professors also.
So pretend everything you are, with your fame and what you dare. Because this is the start of your hell.

Good luck!

Kisses, F

Fiona looks around here, but there are so many students. Who is F? And why here, she knows she is special but.. this is creepy. All the sturdiness is gone. Fiona takes her suitcase and walks alone the great hall in. She doesn't see the people around her, but people are staring. Like a celebrity walks into the hall. Fiona came by the other students where the professor was calling names. Thompson, Fiona.. * Fiona walks slowly to the chair.

"SLYTHERIN!"

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[Graeme Fergusson]

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<SIZE size="50"><FONT font="tahoma">Finishing off the last of the orange fizzy juice, the young male left the empty label-less bottle sitting in the compartment on the Hogwarts express. Seeing the Hogwarts Castle for the first time from afar left a bittersweet taste in his mouth, which mixed with the lasting taste of that drink he'd just finished. The last he had. Now done with it, he'd left it. He just stood staring at the castle in front of him. Letting the other, much more eager students rush ahead while his thoughts cast back. To where he had been mere days before. Staring from the top of the hill where the fairy pools began out towards the direction of his house. Towards the mainland, towards the vast ocean. Graeme was a long way from home, that was for sure. Wiping his suddenly slightly sweaty hands against the plain black trousers, the boy glanced to his feet. Wriggling the toes within his shoes, the boy moved himself forward. To follow the rest of the class. This was nothing like the home he knew and loved. The last of his real connections to his home, was sitting on the train. just another bit of rubbish to join all the other bits and pieces. A final bottle of Irn Bru, bought in Glasgow Airport, because they rarely if ever had it in London Airport. He was feeling pretty tired, but the intense amount of sugar packed into the bottle would be enough to keep him going. Glancing up at the entrance to the castle, the young boy couldn't help but wonder about the magical school not to far from his home. He was still more than a little annoyed that his ma had decided that he'd be better suited for a magical school hundred of miles away instead of the one right on his doorstep. Less than hour or so away. The school was nicely warmed, though it really wasn't particularly cold, he was from Northern Scotland. Not on the east, and windy coast, but the side of the atlantic. Where after his home was the atlantic ocean. It was of course not as cold as it could be had he been born on the outer Hebrides, like Lewis, or the isle of St. Kilda. And at least it wasn't Shetland. Nah, There were worse places to be, though Graeme liked the cold of winters, and he disliked overly warm summers. Too used to mild, wet summers, hot and dry ones didn't at all interest him. Why he'd had such trouble adjusting to New Zealand on the occasions he had visited. The castle itself was grand to say the least. High ceilings, echoing sounds, fire lit, stone. It was nice, he had to admit that. Although he had nothing to compare it to. All the castle he'd ever seen was in various stages of ruins. The only ones that weren't were the castles within cities. Edinburgh, Stirling, Linlithgow, or the castles turned into stately homes, which were very like the ones in the cities, as well as the two that the boy had visited fairly often, Dunvegan and Eilean Donan. The others weren't shining examples of castle that schools could be set up in. So, this compared to all those was a step up. It was pretty amazing if he would allow himself to admit it.



Joining the rest of the class, they made their way into what he'd gathered was the Great Hall. It was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. Graeme's last school had been a couple of rooms, on a small island, in a remote part of a fairly small country, with a population not all that much greater than New Zealand's. The Great hall to his eyes was just that. It was great. Graeme was an average looking boy. He definitely didn't stand out from the crowd. He was neither particularly small, or tall. Thin or fat. He was average, with brown hair and silvery/grey eyes. That didn't stand out that much. He was pretty pale. He did little sunbathing, and if he did, the boy went a pretty bright red colour. What would stand the boy apart from this crowd was that ever thick Scottish accent. Which resembled that of a Glaswegian, more than anything else. His grandparents had been born and raised in Irvine, had picked up the accent. His mother had lived in Castlemilk in Glasgow for the first ten years of her life, they all held fairly similar accents. It meant Graeme had trouble pronouncing some words, people had some trouble understanding him. He said, aye instead of yes. I sounded like ah. No, or not, was often replaced with nae. T's were missed out and enforced seemingly at random, and he used certain words and phrases that no one else probably did. And despite his young age, he wasn't exactly oblivious to even the worst of swear words. And he wasn't innocent in terms of their usage. Standing near the front of the crowd, the headmistress, a young looking woman introduced them. Welcoming them, with an accent very different to his own. he was well aware of the fact that Hogwarts Scotland probably also had a variety of accents, but the boy wasn't yet used to the accents of New Zealand. Then once she'd finished speaking, the hat which sat on a stool in front of them started singing. well, that was different. His mother had often talked about magic, about the wonders it could bring. This was a little weird. But also a first he'd not soon forget. A singing hat. Maybe this school wouldn't be so bad after all. Then the name calling began. Fairly glad of his name's positioning he gladly watched as other students went before him. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff. He glanced to all the tables. Where would his place be then? The boy had spent the last few months so caught up in the unhappiness of leaving his home behind that he'd given that very little thought. And now there was no more time to even think. There had been houses at his last school, but they in no way meant as much as the houses here did.



Fergusson, Graeme



His name felt odd being called out. He felt like correcting her, though there was nothing to correct. It was just different. Though he was pretty sure he'd be spending the next few months correcting people as they spelt Graeme wrong. Making his way through the crowd of students still left, he walked up to the stool. He felt nervous, but at the same time, he was so excited. Hogwarts Scotland, or New Zealand, this was the moment things were decided. Sitting on the stool the boy felt the hat being placed on his head, then, he just waited. Where would he be sleeping for the next seven years was the question to be answered, and Graeme couldn't wait to get started on learning some magic.



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"HUFFLEPUFF!"

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[Imissin Garrayo]

I'm walking up to the old, battered hat nervously and as quiet as I could be. I looked at the ground the whole time as I am extremely shy. I didn't want to look at anyone for fear that since I sat so quietly, they would stare. I was at the stool already. I sat down staring at the ground as the hat was placed on my strait, long brown hair.

"RAVENCLAW!"

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Remember to roleplay in the third person - using "He/She" instead of "I", "his/her" instead of "my," etc.

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