The Sorting Ceremony Y51

[Reyna Flores]

Reyna was very glad to have met a like minded friend on the train. She knew that Dash was going to be good, a good friend for her to have. Reyna wanted nothing more than to have at least one like minded friend going into this. She hoped they'd be sorted together and knowing that they were alike she thought it possible. Reyna walked though with her head held high, her uniform was pristine. She made sure there wasn't a strand out of place or crease upon it. Her parents had had tailor made, excellent quality robes. She had done her hair up in the way that she knew framed her face best, and she had put on just a smidge of make-up. She knew it was important for her to look good. Everyone was going to be looking at her. Just how she liked it.

Reyna let Dash take her hand and lead her to the front, she didn't push past people but made sure to look at a few of them, and do an over exaggerated 'sorry', even though she was the last thing from sorry. She looked at the head master, and then to the hat, as one after the other spoke. Then names were being called. She watched with a careful eye as students moved to the different tables, she was keeping an eye on her competition, or her class. She leaned into Dash's ear as a Quentin got sorted. "he looks as weird as his name sounds," she said, she was whispering, but was sure a few others might've heard, she then giggled lightly.

"Flores, Reyna," She heard her name.

"See you on the other side," she said to Dash but she glanced at a few others in the group before stepping up to the stool. "Good evening headmaster," she greeted the grumpy looking man before sitting down, her head held high, and looked out to the students with a smile on her face. She was about to have an absolutely excellent seven years no matter where she ended up.

"Your ambitions and motivations will be best served in...Slytherin!"

 

[Salem Dagon]

Salem was looking forward to attending Hogwarts, however she was fairly uncertain about attending half a world away from her family. The whole day had been quite tearful and full of warm hugs and soft kisses on the head, but she'd promised to write at least once a week. She'd try to follow through with that one, if only to keep them updated with everything. The train ride had been full of just staring out of the window and looking at all the different birds that were flying over the water and reading through her sheet music, she'd also gotten one of the Portable Cassette Player in Mākutu Music which she'd gotten cassettes for of all her favourite classical artists and even recorded some of her own playing. Just so she could listen at school.

Walking into the Great Hall Salem had one earbud in and one out as she looked around at everyone and everything. It looked like there were quite a few people, that was fine. Probably. As she watched the Headmaster speak, she lowered the volume on her Cassette Player to hear better. Brows furrowed at each word she tried to commit it to memory, but if she was being honest it was a little difficult. As the hat started singing she pressed pause on her music that was currently playing Vivaldi's Autumn. She enjoyed the song quite a lot, thought the hat was brilliant. As the hat was done Salem looked down and pressed play on her song. Her hand was thrumming against her thigh as she waited for her name to be called.

"Salem Dagon!"

Her name echoed in the Hall and as she began walking Experience by Ludovico Einaudi began playing from the earbud that remained in her ear. Though the piece wasn't as much of a classic as Vivaldi's pieces were, it was her favourite. She'd played it so many times she knew each note by heart, in her sleep, and with every step forward she felt the music leading her. She'd always imagined this song was how life felt like, how it sped up and sped up and reached such a dramatic point, that was what the most important moments in her life felt like. Gulping down she sat on the bench, fingers still thrumming each note precisely on time on her thigh, as if she had an invisible keyboard there. Her eyes were looking ahead but she was barely seeing anyone else, instead she saw the sheets of music and focused on the sound from her earbud. It wasn't that she didn't care about the moment. No, she cared maybe too much and that was precisely why she needed to ground herself through music as she waited.

"You'd make a fine Hufflepuff if it wasn't for your curiosity and creativity. Those traits among others make you much better suited for...Ravenclaw!"

 

[Sofia Morse]

Sofia hated being short. Even on her tippy-toes, she could barely see what was going on; her view was all shoulders and backs-of-heads. Smooshed somewhere between her jumper and her oversized robes, Elvis wriggled miserably, as though he were just as keen to get a proper look at his surroundings. She'd find somewhere to let him run around later. Within her sight, obviously. She had seen a few cats in the hall, and she wasn't above locking them in a cupboard if they dared lay a paw on Elvis.

She bobbed her head to the sorting song. When was dinner? Her stomach was already rumbling, but she couldn't smell anything cooking. There wasn't even a kitchen attached to the hall. Maybe dinner was in a different hall. The castle probably had loads of them - it was mahoosive.

"Morse, Sofia."

Oh, she thought, as the crowd parted to reveal the stool. It really is a talking hat. She'd assumed Professor Styx was putting on a funny voice. Maybe he was a ventriloquist? It was a cool trick. She'd ask the girls at the front later; one of them had to have figured out how it was done.

She sat down, shivering a little as the hat touched her head. The lump that was Elvis shifted again. If she couldn't make any friends, at least she'd always have him.​