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The Sorting Ceremony

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Panda stood on the tips of her toes, peeking out above the crowd to look for her brother's head. It would be fairly easy to spot. He has nerd hair, thought Panda. I should get him to change that. It is quite embarrassing. She scowled as another first year trod on her shoe.

"Watch it, you little snipe," she hissed in his ear. "As soon as I learn how to hex, I shall turn your eyes into potatoes for all the good they are. Turn around and stop sniveling, people are looking" added Panda, jabbing him in the back. She was given odd looks from a few students at the tables. Smiling, she turned back to the boy. "Thank you for telling me my shoe-lace was untied," she said fondly, her voice slightly louder this time. She bent down as if to tie up her shoe-lace. Taking advantage of her momentary lack of height, she scanned the feet around her also. There was no sign of her brother's dorky sneakers. It did not occur to Panda that she had bought him those very sneakers in December. She huffed in disapproval. As she stood, the room suddenly hushed. The head of Hogwarts had started his speech. Instinctively, she tuned out to the adult's voice.

Startled awake from her daydreams, Panda looked around. She was now second in the line of first years waiting to be sorted. A thrill of fear lanced through her stomach. They said that the hat could see into your very mind. Panda knew exactly what the hat would see. A mind full of sarcastic comments, nasty schemes and many thoughts of herself. Always introspective, she knew herself quite well. At the same time, she also knew that many people hated these sorts of characteristics. Anybody who knew her well enough simply despised her. It was the very reason she kept these most vile thoughts to herself. The idea that the hat might see into her mind, and expose her for the beastly person she was, nearly made her knees knock. Panda tried so hard to look like a good person.

"Tormaigh, Panda!"

Once again, she was given strange looks. Naturally, it was her name that made them furrow their brows. What kind of person was named Panda, anyway? She puffed up her chest and stalked over to the hat. She resisted the urge to shake her fist at it as she sat gingerly down to be sorted. The hat fell over her eyes. A tingle rang in her ears, and she knew the hat was 'sorting'. With the most vehemence she could muster in her mind, she spat out mentally; "If you reveal me, you cobwebby half-linen bred old coot", trying to think of the worst things to call a hat, "I shall curse that torn pocket you call a mouth shut, do you hear me?"

Oh dear. What had she done, this time? Her knees began to knock again. Oh well, thought Panda. Perhaps it had done the trick. Boy, was Panda in trouble.

"You clearly don't understand the precepts of the magical world, so let me lay this out for you. I was bewitched by the four founders of the original Hogwarts to have a mind, personality, and be able to sort students. I am old magic, I am wise magic, I am magic in its truest and purest form, really - and powerful magic, at that. Not just anybody can bewitch a hat like me, only those four have ever truly done it - the greatest witches and wizards in history created me and no incantation you will ever come across will undo that, or stop me from doing what I was created to do. Do you understand that? What business have I to reveal your thoughts? I've seen a lot of minds, read a lot of thoughts, sorted plenty of students - some the darkest wizards and witches in their respective ages. Compared to them you're nothing at all, so don't even think you're something special there, either. Now, if you're ready to shut your mouth I'll sort you, otherwise we can both just sit here, and you'll be the one looking like a dork, not I. Alright then, glad you saw it my way. Surprisingly enough you're a GRYFFINDOR!"

Panda sat with her mouth open, flabbergasted. Silently, she took that hat off with trembling hands, and wobbled to her new table.
 
Eoghann hated waiting. He hated it almost as much as he hated doing things like laundry or changing dirty diapers. Standing in the long line of first years was almost torturous. He looked ahead and attempted to count the number of people ahead of him.
After a long dayh of farming and a VERY long train ride, Eoghann just wanted to be in bed dreaming of the great things he was going to accomplish in he next seven years, but instead he was standing in this line waiting to pu te sorting hat on. He was waiing to find out his fate - atleast his schooling fate.

Though the school was beautiful, Eoghann really hadn't found anything to interest him. The rooms were nice, the corridors different than his usually country living, but nothing really had made his jaw drop.

That's when he saw her: Delaney Foster. She had just been sorted and was walking away with a smile on her face. He knew he had to meet her... but poor Eoghann couldn't leave the line to chase after her.
"Oh well," he thought, "I have seven years to win her heart."

Suddenly the wait didn't seem so bad, and once his name was called and that hat was on his head, all Eoghann could think of was how much he wanted to be in the same house as the beautiful Delaney.

"No, you're not a Ravenclaw like her. You'll do best in GRYFFINDOR! (Maybe your bravery and a little bit of chivalry can win her heart? Don't give up hope!)"
 
Yui watched eagerly as her friends get sorted one by one. Most of them seemed pleased some, not pleased. Yui looked at them with a concerned smile. Soon it was going to be turn. When her name was called, Yui stood up excitedly and made her way to the sorting hat. She sat down on the stool and waited patiently to get sorted.

"Another one for GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Jun-pyo closed his eyes as the sorting ceremony commenced. His dead mother had told him about it once, and he wanted to remember. He could hear the hat call out his friends name one by one, and then shout out the house they belonged to. Not soon after, Jun-pyo could here his name being mentioned. Opening his eyes slowly, he adjusted himself to his surroundings before standing up and making his way to get sorted.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
As the sorting ceramony comenced we were all excited but when friends names were called 1 by 1 to the front of the great hall. then it was her turn her she walked down the ilse all excited that her name had been said.i sat down on the stool and waited for a minute or to for an answer. evevntually the sorting hat made up his mind and slowly spoke. "HUFFLEPUFF!" i was hysterical.
 
Eileithyia made her way through the large oak doors of the Great Hall with the rest of the soon-to-be-sorted first years. The room was buzzing with the sound of laughter and chit chat, but it stopped immediately as a man who appeared to be the Headmaster stepped up to the Podium. After a short welcome speech, the Sorting Ceremony began.
Eileithyia's grandad had told her all about sorting, and he had told her all about the four houses, he thought she was best suited to Ravenclaw. He himself had been a Hufflepuff and Tia could see herself easily fitting into Ravenclaw, but she was sure there was far more to sorting than what her Grandad had told her, so she would leave the whole sorting thing to the Sorting Hat, who she was actually quite excited to meet!
The headmster made his way down a long list of names, and Tia thought her own was never going to be called. She began to get even more nervouse than she had been at the start, and her palms started to get slightly sweaty. What if her being a witch was all a big mistake? What if she really wasn't meant to be at Hogwarts New Zealand? What If..., Tia's thought were interrupted by the sound of "Montez, Eileithyia". Tia gasped and looked around herself quickly, to make sure there was no other Eileithyia Montez making her way towards the podium, but ofcourse there wasn't, after all, it was a rather un-usual name. Fumbling with the tier on her robes, Tia made her way up to the three legged stool, and slowly took a seat on it, trying not to look out at the many, many students before her. Eileithyia hated being centre of attention, absoloutely hated it. She hated being in the middle of many people, many people with both of there eyes on her, it made her nervouse. She was so busy worrying about the people looking at her that she didn't even notice the hat be places upon her head.

"Your grandfather was right about you! You're a RAVENCLAW!"
 
"Yes mom, I have packed everything." Bethany had said for the thousandth time. Her mum, Linda, was being very protective of her only daughter. Bethany hadn't been bored on the plane from LA to New Zealand, she had a pen and a notepad, which was really all she needed. She would look at random people and writing things about them. Their name, their job, why they were on the plane, and all sorts of things. All completely made up.

Beth would miss her crazy, unorganized mother, and her pet dog, Austin. What if Linda forgot to feed Austin? Beth didn't know if Linda would write, she wasn't good with emails, so letters would be excrusiatingly hard. Beth walked into the hall, aware that she was very tall compared to the other first years. This hadn't struck her before, as she had been too busy worrying about her family to notice.

This was confusing. She wasn't a very tall girl, and surely New Zealanders weren't midgets? Beth looked down at her feet. "Oh snap!" she muttered, her eyes opening in surprise. She was wearing her tall boots, not her school shoes. Beth had never liked these boots. But somehow, she had forgotten to change her shoes. Now that she noticed her boots, she also noticed that is was quite dark.

Beth lifted her hand to push a strand of hair away from her face, but her hand connected with a pair of sunglasses. Hope nobody noticed. Beth thought hopefully. But too late, she saw a couple of girls sniggering at her. "She thinks she's so cool, wearing sunglasses." A girl whispered. Beth glared at the girl through her sunglasses. "I'm not wearing sunglasses, they're my normal glasses. They're tinted." Beth hissed, folding her arms over her chest.

The girl rolled her eyes. "Whatever. What house do you want to be in?" she asked in a mean tone. Beth raised her eyebrows. "Uh... Rave and claw... Is that how you say it?" Beth cringed. "Ravenclaw. House of nerds." the girl snorted, turning around. Apparently she was too good to talk to Beth. Beth really didn't care.

Then the sorting hat starting... singing? Beth started at it in amusement. The last line about Ravenclaw made her smile. 'The wisdom to make dreams come true.' Beth made a mental note to write that down somewhere. Her last name, Gomez, wasn't too far from the start of the alphabet, so it didn't take long for her name to be called.

"Gomez, Bethany." Beth frowned, she didn't like her full name much. But people thought Beth was short for Elizabeth, which irritated her even more. Beth walked up to the sorting hat, and looked at it for a second. Then she sat down and allowed the hat to be placed on her head. I guess you get to pick my house, Mister Hat. Are you a mister or miss? Sorry, I'm just confused. And rambling in my head. Perfect. Beth cringed, hoping the hat wouldn't mind her rambling. I would like Ravenclaw, but I guess it is all up to you.

"It is, indeed, up to me. But you may as well go where you want, you do seem to have a fair deal of brains in your head. RAVENCLAW!"
 
Walking into the Great Hall nothing could have prepared him for the magnificence that he faced as he walked with the rest of the first years toward the sorting hat. He wiped the sweat from his brow and awaited his turn knowing that he would be soon be up their for his turn. He always hated being first quite ironic that that his last name was ativak. Well there goes the last person in front of him, with his heart nearly making him deaf being so loud he walked up to the sorting hat and put it on awaiting the answer that would decide the rest of his time at Hogwarts ....... wishing for ravenclaw he looked at the inside of the sorting hat and .........

"This time I can't give you what you want. You, my friend, are a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Tapping her fingers patiently on her knees, Bailey waited to be sorted. However, she didn't have to wait long, as her surname started with a B. "Brown, Bailey," the professor called, causing her to stand up suddenly in a way that said 'Right. Let's do this'. Making her way through the crowds, the androgynous-looking girl soon found herself on the stage. She sauntered over to the stool, and took the hat politely when it was handed to her. Right, HatDude, Bailey thought calmly. Umm.. you're a freaking awesome hat I bet, but try not to mess up the hair, please? She continued, referring to the signature cockatoo-like-mohawk-thing that Bailey had styled her hair into today. Actually, ignore that, I'm sure I can work with this. You do look pretty cool, she finished, adjusting the sorting hat slightly on her head. Bailey was surprisingly fashion-forward. While most people looked at her and thought 'tomboy', or something ruder, she was actually quite well-rounded for a girl, and that included liking fashion and things like that.

"I'm not a fashion accessory, and I could care less about your hair. I'm supposed to be sorting you. You know... deciding your entire future? Yes, well, at anyrate: thank you for the compliment. Most of the Slytherins that I sort have some smart ass remark they've spent their whole lives thinking up to tell me. Oh, right, sorting. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Sasha entered the room, even though her mum had pictures of the hall so she knew what it looked like it was still breath taking. She walked to the front and saw the hat, most of the group seemed confused by it but not Sasha, her mum had explained how the sorting would happen. "Can't you tell that's not going to happen?" She said to the person next to her who was suggesting it was some kind of magic test and you had to transfigure it into something. She laughed when the other child, who was about an inch shorter than her, glared at her.

"Harris, Sasha."

Sasha jogged up to the hat. "That's me." She grinned before sitting on the stool and waiting for the hat to be placed on her head and put her into Ravenclaw, where he mother was.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Keera looked around, a sheepish grin on her face. The moment had finally arrived and she didn't know quite what to expect. She had never even shown any signs of magic before! What if she was a squib after all? The hat would surely point this out, woulndn't it? When her name was finally called, she pursed her lips together and clenched her fists. She had never felt nervousness like this before. As the hat was placed on her head, it fell over her ears, and Keera raised both hands up to her heart, which she could feel pounding through her chest... this really was the moment of truth. She didn't know what to expect!

"Your ambitions will bring you far in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Lisa pranced onto the great hall with a kind smile and a twinkle in her eye. she was excited and happy. she wanted to jump up and down. Lisa smiled and waved at absoulutly every body there. she vowed to her self that by the end of the seven year's she would be able to match every single one of them's name to their face. Lisa took her seat and listned carefully.

"Kite, Lisa!"

As Lisa heard her name called she sprang up and skipped over to where she was meant to be.

"Your up-beat nature points you in to HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Aimee looked at the people in the hall, wondering what house they would be in. One girl looked quite haughty, Slytherin, Aimee decided. A boy looked terrified, and Aimee guessed Hufflepuff. She was correct, as they were sorted into the guessed houses. Aimee liked guessing things, it was fun for her.

Her last name was Willow, so it would be a while before Aimee was sorted. Aimee yawned, and looked around the room. She could see her sister, Ysobella, looking very worried. Finally, 'Willow, Aimee.' was called. Aimee shot her sister a grin, and went up to the sorting hat. "Hey random hat thing." she said, grinning. Aimee was sure the hat was a fake, there must be some sort of sound system calling out the houses.

"Mmkay, could you please make this 'sorting' thing fast? I want to see my sister be sorted." Aimee muttered, annoyed.

"You lot manage to become more rude by the year, don't you? RAVENCLAW (though not a very wise one, obviously)."
 
Sasuke was calm, hands on her slacks pocket and walking going in front of many people to be sorted by a hat. It was then the names where being called one by one, he was still calm and eyes in front of him. As it gets nearer and nearer on his last name, he became tense and hands sweaty on his pockets.

"Uchiha, Sa-su-ke." The man called to him, making his name wrong.

"Its Saske." Sasuke bellowed, he sigh and went in front. Going at the tall stool and sat, it was then the hat was placed on top of his head. Hello, hat. I waited this for too long and i wanted it to be perfect, please put me into Ravenclaw, please. Sasuke thought at his mind. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath as the hat started to move.

"Ravenclaw is definitely not where you belong. You're a Gryffindor... or maybe a Hufflepuff... Yes! That's it! HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Stephanie walked through the grand doors of the great hall. She couldn't beieve she was finally here in this huge castle. She had heard her sister talking about it all year and it sounded so great. She stood in the huddled group of first years that were getting sorted with her. Some of them looked so nervous. Steph didn't understand why.
She listened to the headmaster give a speech and the whole of the hall started singing the school's song. Looking around her, Steph saw her sister sitting at the Gryffindor table. She smirked and turned back to the front.
Her name was called and Stephanie walked up to the stool with joy in her step. She wasn't nervous because she didn't care which house she got into. Any place where she could make friends and get good grades would be great.
She waited patiently for the decision of the hat as it fell over her eyes.

"Friends and good grades, you say? Well, your good grades will help you have plenty of friends in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Jay walked into the room sat in his chair and waited for his name to be called.

"Chance, Jay!"

when he heard his name he walked up to the hat.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Ysobella entered the great hall, looking nervous. This hat could read minds, or so she was told. Her name was almost at the end of the sorting, as it ended in 'W'. She looked over at her sister, Aimee, wondering what she was thinking. Probably not too much, Ysobella was the brains of the twins. Aimee was probably people-watching again.

She watched in amusement as Aimee's name was called out, and her sister was sorted into Ravenclaw. Then it was her turn. Before 'Willow, Ysobella' was called, Belle make her way up to the sorting hat. "I am sorry if my sister was rude." the girl murmered, sitting down on the stool. The hat was placed on her head, and Belle shut her eyes, and concentrated. "I do not mind where you put me, as you know best." she said solemly.

"You're the kinder of the two, but your cunning nature puts you in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Angel stalked confidently up the aisle towards the rickety old stool and hat. He gazed cooly over the heads of the other pupils and stared directly at the professors table, smirking slightly. Winking precociously at the headmaster he took his seat and tossed his silky hair off his face, lifting an eyebrow at the nervous looking proffesor standing near the hat. The poor man grabbed the hat and placed it cautiously on Angel's head. Once submerged in darkness he tensed slightly and silently and selfconsciously begged the hat to give him what he wanted.

"You're another one for SLYTHERIN!"
 
Tosh glowered around at the other students, didn't look like there was any other scousers any where. He hated the silence out here and longed for the sounds & smells of the docks at home. Oh well, his parents had moved here & that meant he was stuck here for now. He looked up at the hat on the stool, bl**dy thing. He hated anything having power over him.

"Kirby, Tosh."

He walked up the front & put the hat on his head.
"'k, whadahya think?" He asked before the hat could say anything. "I wanna go in Slytherin." He told it. Tacking "Ta" on to the end when a sudden memory of his mother reminded him of his manners. He might not have any control over what the hat decided, but if it put him in the wrong place it sure wasn't going to be his fault. He listened while the hat 'hmmmd' over it's choice, simmering that he had to live by it's decision. One day no one would be able to tell him what to do.

"SLYTHERIN, it is."
 
Cecily slowly walked into the great hall, trying her best not to look too much like a lost puppy. "Well toto, we certainly aren't in Kansas anymore" she thought to herself, laughing quietly at her own joke. She spent a few minutes musing over the fact that she had never actually been to Kansas, and it was probably a far cry away from her home in California. California.... How she would miss it with its sunny beaches, crashing waves and people who didn't think she had a funny accent or would "put out" because she was American. Seriously? What eleven year old even thinks of such things? Although, she supposed Hogwarts was beautiful in its own right. It was definately like nothing she'd ever seen.

"Kiernan, Cecily"

Cecily was shaken abruptly from her thoughts, looking around in confusion for whoever had called her name before suddenly realizing what was going on. "Damnitt!" she thought, "There you go again, letting your scatter brain run away and missing half the ceremony. Now we don't even know whose in what house! Though, I suppose it doesn't really matter to me, does it? Not like I have any friends here anyway"

Making her way up to the rickety old stool and tatty old hat, Cecily felt her heart beat quicken slightly... Alright, alright, if she was being honest her heart was racing so fast it felt like a crazd gorilla was jumping around inside her chest, same differeance really. Feeling hundreds of pairs of eyes on her, Cecily turned her glance out to the crowd, catching the gaze of an older boy with stunning green eyes. Feeling her devilish personality take over, she bit her lip and winked and the boy. Even at eleven, Cecily Kiernan could flirt with the best of them.

She sat apprehensively on the stool, shakily placing the hat on her head, remembering her fathers words. "Now Remember Cecily Rose, Slytherin is by far the most noble house" Cecily scoffed. Like hell it was. If her father wanted her there, then it was the last place she belonged. Adopting a new mantra, Cecily closed her eyes and waiting for the hats decision, all the while thinking, "Please please please, anywhere but slytherine"

"Anywhere but Slytherin, indeed. GRYFFINDOR!"

Reminder: Your character must apply to be a pureblood. :)
 
Rory impatiently blew a curly strand of hair out of her face as she waited for the headmaster's speech to be over. She was trying her best to listen, honestly, but patience was far from being one of her virtues. Bouncing on her toes she smiled mischieveiously at the mention of the forbidden forrest. Her brother Roanan had told her about that place, and to her, breaking the rules was second nature. She'd do anything in the spirit of adventure

She watched as the other students were sorted, giggling slightly as one tripped as it hadn't caused any serious damage. Then, after what felt like an eternity to the impatient girl, her name was being called. Rory quickly skipped up to the stool, giving the crowd a quick thumbs up before plopping the hat on her head. "Hello Sorting Hat!" she thought. "Please, do take your time, I dont mind being up here really. Attention thrills me honestly. Oh! Hope your having a good day... Sorry, I talk...er...think alot" Rory waited a few more moments growing increasingly impatient before hearing the hat making a thinking noise. She grinned, knowing the moment of truth was seconds away and thought, "Bring on the adventure!"

"Attention, you say? SLYTHERIN!"
 
Wesley Callahan had never been one for ceremonies. To him, they seemed like alot of pointless traditions kept up for show. He'd so rather be back on the train playing his guitar. Rolling his eyes as a student made her way up to the hat, Wes pushed his long red dyed hair back, smiling fondly at memories of his friend Mikie who had dyed his hair blue on the same day. It was a friendship thing, most people didn't understand.

He didn't have to wait long for his name to be called; his last name was Callahan after all. As he ambled his way to the stool Wes couldn't help but think how weird it was that they were sorted by an old hat. He understood that the hat was enchanted and had a mind or whatever.... but it was still weird. His future would be decided by head gear.

Wes sat down. At thirteen, he was older than the other first years, which also made him bigger than most of them, so he had no problems with the hat falling over his eyes or the stool being to tall. As the hat thought about it's decision Wes saw some girl he'd met on the train... he thought he remembered her saying her name was Rory, throw him an encouraging smile and couldn't help but wonder why. Oh well, that was sweet, maybe it was a sign he'd make some friends here after all. Remembering the hat was still on his head, Wes realized that this was supposed to be a life changing moment and he should be excited, but somehow, all he could think of was the song he'd been writing earlier.

"SLYTHERIN!"

Query: Why is your character 13 and not 11? That will likely require admin approval. ;)
 
Stephane watched all his friends get sorted. It was going to be his turn. When it was, he stood up and walked towards it and waited patiently.

"You, my good sir, are quite similar in personality to GRYFFINDOR!"
 
not scared. walk towards the stool and sit down importantly, trying to cover up nerves. wants to either be in gryffindor or ravenclaw. grips stool. gets what wants. walkes away triumptantly.

"Hufflepuff!"

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Myra stepped through the doors out of the antechamber with the rest of the first years. The roof held her attention for a little while, before her eyes drifted to the sorting hat. A shiver ran up and down her spine and a knot formed in her stomach, but she shook them off and kept going. She stopped with everyone else, and waited her turn. She was SO glad she was a Copperfield. It meant she wouldn't have to wait so long. It wasn't that she was nervous of crowds, it was that her feet were getting sore...

"Copperfield, Myra!"

Myra moved forward and sat on the stool. As the hat was placed on her head, she looked at the tables. Sat there were hundreds of possible friends, as well as hundreds of possible enemies. She was snapped out of these thoughts as the sorting hat spoke...

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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