• HNZ final community signature
    HNZ is now in read-only mode
    After years of stories, friendship, and shared history, HNZ has entered its archive era.
    Thank you to every member, professor, prefect, shopkeeper, club leader, GM, and admin who helped build this community.
    Read the closing announcement →
    Want to stay connected? Find fellow members here →

The Sorting Ceremony

Status
Not open for further replies.
Damaris sat on her chair, listening to names being called out. She smiled as each one was sorted, seeing the huge grin on their faces, or the look of despair. She pondered over which House she would rather be in. She quite fancied Hufflepuff. She wasn't dark and evil, like the House of Slytherin, But she wasn't really clever, like people in Gryffindor. She'd really liked the sound of 'Hufflepuff'. It rolled off the tounge. Plus, a few people she knew were in that House too. Ravenclaw sounded like the adventurous type, and she was anything but adventurous! She was extremely shy, shaking as she realised her name was about to be called. Would the sorting hat put her in the right House? Only IT knew.

"Damar iss.. Damarei.. Damaris Valeto!". Damaris laughed to herself. She jumped off her seat, suddenly much more confident then before, and sat down. The hat was place on her head. Hufflepuff, please be Hufflepuff, she thought to herself with a smile.
The sorting hat spoke and made her jump..

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
"Lindsay Ink!". She jumped. Suddenly, she felt stiff with fear. She tried not to show it, but her legs wouldn't budge. "Move!" She muttered. Luckily for her, they did. "Right" She whispered, making her way up to the seat. She sat down too quickly and hurt her bottom. "Oof." She adjusted her position and allows the sorting hat to be placed on her head. She had such a small head, the sorting hat covered her eyes, which Lindsay, and the whole hall, found very amusing.

"Your wisdom will get you far in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Veronica stood among the other students, becoming more nervous by the second. She was finally here, at Hogwarts, and now ready to have a decision made that would basically affect her the rest of her life. When "Kealders, Veronica" was called, she grimaced at the professor slightly who pronounced her name wrong then squeezed her tiny body through two very big boys standing in front of her. She fell in front of everyone on the steps, but shot back up, dusting her robes off and placing herself on the seat, stiffened. The Sorting Hat dropped over her head and fell all the way down over her noise while she thought, "Oh no. Oh no. Oh no."

"Your determination to win places you in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Benson piled into the great hall with the rest of the crowd of First Years. His eyes automatically swept the ceiling in awe, it was magical! Ben even let a small smile escape onto his face. He was finally at Hogwarts, he was finally going to be sorted. The day had come. Benson didn't know the people left or right to him and they didn't seem to want to talk to him so he kept his mouth shut. Benson's eyes drifted away from the ceiling as a man began to talk. He was their headmaster. Benson listened to every word he said, not wanting to miss a thing. He didn't know why he thought that this was all exciting and brand new to him, his brother had explained every little detail of Hogwarts Scotland to him, well in fact he didn't have a choice of explaining things in detail. Ben made sure of that. But now that he was actually here, standing in the crowd of first years waiting to be sorted. It was different. It was perfect!

Once the sorting hat had finished his song the whole great hall burst into applause, Benson followed suit. The sound of clapping was left ringing in his ears after everyone had finished.In what seemed a quick process his name was called. Benson's stomach turned. Why am I so nervous? He asked himself. He began to fiddle at his robes, he had mentally prepared himself for this moment over the summer so why now was there this sense of doubt? Benson wanted Gryffindor, he had always hoped for Gryffindor ever since his brother explained the houses to him. It was always that one that he wanted. Benson looked up from his hand-me-down shoes and up at the stool in which the hat sat. Benson swallowed. He could do this. If he was meant to be in Gryffindor he would be sorted into Gryffindor, the hat never made a mistake. Once he sat up on the old wooden stool and the hat was placed upon his red shaggy hair, Benson all of a sudden felt calm. He forgot all about the crowds staring up at him. It was now just himself and the hat and the only thing that was running through his head was Gryffindor.

"Without a doubt, one-hundred percent, a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Shaylah walked through the huge doors of the main hall. It was huge-bigger than she ever imagined. She couldn't believe her eyes.
looking around the hall, Shaylah saw the Slytherin table. She scanned the faces and saw Sydney. She waved to her and smiled.
Looking back down the hall Shaylah saw a man stood at the end in front of the table with the teachers on. He welcomed everyone and mentioned a few rules then started reading out names to be sorted. She heard her name and suddenly felt really nervous. What if she didn't get put in Slytherin?? Would her dad be disappointed?? What would she do?? Her whole life she'd been so focused on getting into Slytherin like her dad had been that she hadn't thought about what would happen if she got into a different house.
Shaylah sat on the stool and waited for the hat to say what house she wagoing to be in.

"You're most certainly a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Jareth arrived at Hogwarts, his eyes darting immediately up to the ceiling which he considered almost as beautiful as himself.
The gentle murmur in the Great Hall was mostly from the new students. Jareth had not met any of these students before and so he stood alone at the back of the group.
He waited, stepping from one foot to another, for his name to be called.
Jareth watched various students being sorted and wondered which house was for what.
It felt like hours were passing by the time the 'W's' were reached. Jareth was one of the first.
"Wardwin, Jareth," a voice called out from the front of the Hall.
Jareth, grinning, began to walk forwards and rested upon the stool where a rather tatty and old hat was placed upon his head.
Jareth winced. "Goodness, this school must be poor not to be able to buy a new hat." he muttered this under his breath so the only one apart from himself who would hear was the sorting hat.

"You can't buy a hat like me, foolish SLYTHERIN!"
 
The blonde's hair was pin straight today coming to about her shoulder blade in length, maybe just maybe a little bit longer. Her green eyes seemingly enhanced by the hairstyle that was rarely worn by the eleven year old girl. Her butterfly necklace was tucked safely under her outfit, as her cold exterior shown through everything else soaking through anyone that was feet away from this young child. Her arms were carefully at her side as she focused on not what was around her but what was in front of her. She focused not on the child her own age around her or the great hall that was just as she had seen in the book she had knicked at the one bookstore. No Kayleigh Meghan White was focused on one thing and one thing only, the old tattered black hat that was sitting upon a stool in the front of the great dining hall. That hat was the sorting hat, the hat that chose the fate.

Kayleigh had recently only found out about the houses, from that very same book that she borrowed without any chance or liking to return. There were four hours with rather idiotic names, in her opinion. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Yet as the young girl had read through the descriptions of each house she didn't know which one would suit her. Luckily that was where the old out of fashion and completely ugly hat came into play. At least it has some use she thought a ghost of a smirk falling into place on her lips for less than a second. Her eyes never looking away from the hat even as a voice began to speak, a voice of an official.

Tuning out the rather long, in this young girl's mind long, speech, Kayleigh only focused on the one thing that could make or break her in this school. Never before had she ever given so much power to one person. And never would she imagine she was given any power to a piece of fabric formed into what some would call a hat. Hell it wasn't much better than the bloody uniforms that this school was making them wear. Yeah that was right, Kayleigh had figured out that Hogwarts New Zealand made everyone wear a uniform to classes. Luckily Kayleigh looked good in most of the uniform colours expect for the yellow and gold. Two colours that blended way too well with her hair making it impossible to wear either.

The speech finally ended and names were starting to be listed off. This blonde witch knew she had some time to spare. White was not a common last name to be in the front of the list. Unless of course you have some very odd last names or possibly you start with the end of the alphabet first. Neither seemed to be occuring in this manner as A names then B then C and on and on and on. Slowly Kayleigh ran her fingers through her hair almost surprised for a moment that she didn't hit a snag. Usually with her unruly yet oddly beautiful curly hair there was always that tinist of snags that were not seen by the eye but only felt when fingers went through it. However this hair do prevented the snags which was always a good thing. If only it hadn't taken so long to do.

The names seemed to go on and on and on as Kayleigh waited impatiently. She didn't really feel anything at the moment. This witch barely felt anything for years. Ever since the sadness of losing her grandmother. The guilt that it had been by her own hands that the fire started. Ever since that day, Kayleigh tried not to feel much of anything. Not that anyone would knew or didn't know Kayleigh could tell that. An actress. No matter who she was talking to or what occasion she was at, this young child was the perfect actress acting just as she wanted to be even if it was completely opposite of the supposed reaction. In this occasion Kayleigh was distant.

The W names finally came from the mouth of the announcer. White coming soon enough. There seemed to be a few with the last name White. Kayleigh doubted that they were from Aussie or even related to her. Actually this young blonde was sure of it. As if it had been forever, White, Kayleigh was announced. Her long legs taking her up front as her head was held up high. Taking a seat upon the stool she crossed her legs gently right over left. This was it.

The hat was placed on her head as she wondered briefly how much it as messing up her hair. Not that she would show she cared. Only brainless bimbo's cared about fashion and looks. Though this young girl did care she refused to let people know to which extent in slight annoyance that possibly she would be set in that group. Yet of course if that ever happened, she would just set the person straight. Of course maybe not with the nicest choice of words or actions, but still the message would come across.

The hat was speaking to itself, almost prying in Kayleigh's brain. She didn't like the feeling. Not one bit. There are four houses. You should know that already She thought knowing from what the book said that she was actually speaking to the hat upon her head. I don't look good in gold so I refuse to be in that house She continued I'm not a nerd but I hold intellgence. Yet I care nothing for school. The young girl went on not quite knowing if she was helping or annoying the hat. Both would be some sort of satisfaction. Red or green then I guess. Just not both. God I don't want to be a Yule tree One of her last thoughts were. Just don't stick me with some utterly annoying and unintellegent group of people that will get on my last nerve She finished her green eyes closing for the moment in which the hat spoke it's word.
Word Count: 1024
Notes: Sorry if it's too long​

"You're an interesting one, to be sure. You've got sides of you you hide on purpose, I can barely tell who you really are. No, don't worry about your hair. Now - you can be quite kind, that'd put you in Hufflepuff - yes, that's the gold one... but you never show your kindness, you're ashamed of it, almost. Definitely not Hufflepuff. You'll need to forgive my saying that you're neither brave nor wise so that'll leave you SLYTHERIN!"
 
Feng stood among the crowd of children, when she saw a hat speak she let out a gasp of shock. Did I just see what I think I did? she asked herself, her black eyes darting around, looking for anyone else to be surprised at seeing a hat speak. People at Hogwarts are odd, she thought finding no one was surprised. She shrugged it off, as she watched a students get sorted, but as it was her turn she chewed down on her tongue and made her way towards the stage, relieved that she was graceful and hadn't tripped when walking up the steps because it would have been an awful first encounter with these students.

When Evelyn sat down, she crossed her legs at the knee and looked down at her linked fingers as the sorting hat was placed on her head, suddenly feeling very nervous about having everyone's eyes on her. I've read up on the scholastic s at Hogwarts and I feel that Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would suit me best, however, Sorting Hat, I would be loyal to which ever how I am sorted into, she thought, unsure if this Hat would be able to hear that, or if it only riffled through memories.

"You could be an amazing Gryffindor you know. Well, if you don't want that - Your sense of duty and loyalty points you to HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hearing her house name being called out, Evelyn wore a smile and walked off the stage and headed towards that table, sitting with the other first year students.
 
Siobhan walked along happily with her soon to be fellow students into the Great Hall, instantly losing the bounce in her step when she saw the Sorting Hat on the stool in front of her. She stood bouncing her knee, humming a tune her mother used to sing to her when she'd have nightmares as a toddler, while waiting for her name to be called. "McGowan, Siobhan!" Siobhan snapped her head towards the voice and pushed the waves out of her face back behind her head, plopping herself on the seat while thinking about what house she could possibly be in. The hat fell down to her chin over her small face and she giggled. Pitch blackness surrounded her and she muttered, "Hello?" into the hat.

"Hello." The hat responded, its face on the outside curling in to a smile, "Hufflepuff or Gryffindor... Hufflepuff or Gryffindor? GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Rubie stepped into the hall, stealing a glance at the ceiling that her sister had described to her. She looked between the other first years, to the tables, and tried to spot Emilie, with no luck. They stood in a group and names began to be read of the list. Finally it got to her

"Silverfox, Rubie" She glanced at her twin, Ryan, and whispered goodluck, before walking up to the stage. She had to admit, the big crowd was a little scary. The hat was placed on top of her head. So Mr. Sorting Hat she adressed him its all up to you... she said with a laugh in her head. She took a deep breath, ready for his answer.

"You've a little of everything in you. Hmm, well, if I have to choose (and I do) it'll be GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Taemin watched as his peers got sorted one by one. He looked around at all the houses, but he knew he only belonged to one house. Both of his parents were from Slytherin, and he was probably going to end up there to, unless of course, the sorting hat placed him somewhere else. Taemin sighed, imagining the state his mother would be in if he landed in the other houses. Taemin sighed, thinking of his father. If only his father was alive.

"Lee Taemin!"

Taemin looked up and smiled. It was finally his turn. He walked up and sat on the stool. 'Hat, put me where I belong', he thought.

"That's what I do best. Now, for you it'll have to be SLYTHERIN!"
 
Ning smiled as he looked around the hall. He was finally in Hogwarts. His mother had told him a lot about it. She had told him about all the houses, but he honestly didn't mind which house he would land into. He just wanted to go somewhere where he would belong and where people would accept him for who he was. Ning stood up and went up to the hat when it was his turn.

"Your gut instinct and tendency to follow your impulses places you in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
"Horvejkul, Nichkhun!!"

Nicky turned red when he heard his name being called. He was going to get sorted to a house where he would be in for the next few years. Nicky shyly walked up and sat on the stool. It was the time, the time he had been thinking about the past few weeks. This was destiny. It was all up to the sorting hat..

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Dom bit his lip as he watched all his peers get sorted. He knew what house he wanted to get into, but he wasn't so sure he would be in it. He didn't really favor the other houses, but it didn't really hurt landing into them. Dom sighed, he was confused. He got up when some guy called up his name. It was his turn. He sat on the stool, awaiting the hat's reply...

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Ryan walked into the Hall, he glanced over at Rubie and saw he looking up towards the ceiling. He followed her gaze, then remembered what Emilie had told them, the ceiling was like the night sky. He smiled, Hogwarts was going to be awesome. He stood in the large group, listenting to the songs and speeches. He was really excited to see which house he would go into.

Finally the names began to get called, he watched Rubie go up and get sorted and he wondered if he would be in the same house as her.

Then he was called, straight after Rubie "Silverfox, Ryan"

He gave a small smiled and looked round before he walked up on the stage and sat on the chair. The Sorting Hat sat on his head. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff he thought in his head, knowing that the hat would hear him which one will be best for me? he asked the wise 'ol Sorting Hat.

"Gryffindor or Hufflepuff? GRYFFINDOR, it is."
 
Angela could feel the butterflies well up inside her stomach. She was glad she hadn't eaten anything yet; or else she might have been sick all over the people in front of her, what a great impression. She waited as one by one her friends were called and sorted, even Shaylah went up before her. She frowned when they called her name, wondering if she would get sorted into the house she wanted. Though, it really didn't matter what house she got into, as long as she could make friends there. As she sat down, she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves a bit. As the hat was placed over her head she just repeated in her thoughts, 'Please, please, please, let me be in a house with friends.' She knew it was a stupid plea, since her friends were all over the place when it came to houses. She wondered if her dad was watching her, and with that the hat fell over her eyes, and all she had to do was wait...

"With your ambitions set so high and your past behind you I can see you doing best in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Deo snorted,watching the kids around him get sorted. He rolled his eyes watching some girl turn red when it was her turn to get sorted. I mean seriously, its just sorting! he thought with a sigh. What's with this people? he thought again. He glanced at the Slytherin table, the place where he belonged. Even the students there looked like his type of people. Deo got up and sat on the stool when his name was called out.

"You're a presumptuous one, aren't you? SLYTHERIN!"
 
Lucy walked up to the stool when it was his turn. He felt very excited, he knew he would make his mum and dad proud. He sat on the stool and looked at everyone, smiling at some of his friends. It was the time for him to go to where he should be.

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Eva watched as Livia - the lovely girl she had met before they started school - was sorted into Slytherin. Oh please, let it be Slytherin! She really hoped that the hat went the way she wanted it to go. She had reasoned with herself over this argument so many times it was unreal. Eva had already given her uniform a little personalisation. She was wearing a lovely dark grey skirt along with some tights and her cardigan. It wasn't exactly one of her favourite dresses in the world, but she liked it, either way. Eva had curled her hair this morning, she was wearing it half-up, half-down. Leaving her family this morning had been kind of nerve wracking, in an odd way. What would have happened if it had been her real parents dropping her off. What if she hadn't even gone to HNZ. If she'd stayed in America, what would she have done. Would her parents even let her go off to a wizarding school.

Eva pushed these thoughts from her mind. It doesn't matter. I'm here now. Not long after Livia had sat on the three-legged stool, Eva heard "Giles, Eva." She took a deep breath and made her way up to the old stool, with the even older hat sat upon it.

"You want Slytherin, sure, but I see greater things for you in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
The Great hall was completely decked out just as River had told Sage it would be. This eleven year old boy walked through the crowd to the front of all the students knowing his name would be one of the first to be called. It was easy to pick out his sister at the gryffindor table. Bright red hair. A trait that ran through the family. He himself seemed to be one of the few in his own year that had red hair. It seemed he was the only male with long red hair, at least that Sage could see. This was normal for him. Not many boys his age were allowed to have as long hair as he did. Good thing his mother didn't care what he looked like. Well she cared of course like all mother's cared, but she was open. Openness something that again ran in the family. Which was probably why Sage made friends so easily.

As he glanced around at the people surrounding him some more, he could feel an amount of pride filling his chest. He was about to be sorted. Sorted into the school of Hogwarts New Zealand. And probably the most amazing feeling was that soon he would be allowed to do magic. It literally killed him not to be able to even do a simple charm that his mother or father used around the house. Magic would just make life so much easier. This young boy had no doubt about it. His thoughts surrounding him as he waited and waited. Finally a voice, a male's voice, rang over the group. Welcoming them all and then giving a few rules. Sage barely listened though one word caught his attention right away, forbidden. There was that forbidden forest River had owled him about. Brilliant He thought now more excited that he was so close to such a world.

The names started to be listed off. Thankfully Dallas was one of the closer name to the start. "Dallas, Sage" The voice called as the taller eleven year old walked to the front of the great hall taking a seat on the stool. He had never felt more ready in his life. The hat was placed on his head and a smile filled in an outline on his face. Closing his eyes, for he found that was the proper thing to do, he waited. The small voice in his head speaking to the hat in this thoughts. "Gryffindor. I think Gryffindor" He thought hard and fast. Yet only once. No matter what he thought the hat would have the final choice. And no matter how much Sage loved to annoy people and push their buttons, he knew not to bother the sorting hat, not when it had this decision to make. Maybe afterwards. Though really Sage would never be close to this hat again. He would never have that chance. Not that it bothered him. Gryffindor He thought one more time as he waited for the hat to make it's last decision.......

"You are, indeed, a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Calvin filed into the great hall with the rest of the students, some he knew already and some that he didnt. He looked around at the people that he didn't know, there were a lot of girls, and they were pretty girls. He acknowledged the boys and saw some potential friends, and maybe some enemies. Hogwarts was going to be awesome. Calvin ran his fingers through his hair and messed the back up as he usually did. He knew he looked good when he did that.

Calvin listened to the speech done by the headmaster and heard 'forbidden forest'. Calvin made a mental note to go to this 'forbidden forest' if anything was forbidden, it was sure to be fun. He looked around the room and saw the four house tables. He grinned when he saw the Slytherin table and made a fleeting smile at the Gryffindor table.

Calvin soon got bored the sorting took a longer than he had suspected and they still wasn't down to the 's's. He kept saying in his head hurry up. He heard some people go into Slytherin already and he clapped loudly for them. He also clapped a little quieter for the people who went into Gryffindor. Then finally it came down to the 's's and Calvin's heart was beating faster. Far too soon the headmaster was calling out Spencer, Calvin . He took a deep breath ruffled his hair again weaved through the remaining students. He took a seat on the stool and sat up confidently even though he wasn't feeling like that he wanted to give that impression. The sorting hat was placed on his head and he looked at the inside of the hat. Please put me in the right house he thought.

"You might do well in Gryffindor, but I see you as much greater in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Jessame Rose could not believe the winter had gone so fast. It had been a sad goodbye when she boarded the bus to take her up North, away from Tim and Sarah for what felt like an interminably long time. Now she was here, at Dumbwarts itself. Inside the stupid ostentatious castle on land that she believed would be far better being part of a National Park so normal people could enjoy them.

She'd managed to stay fairly invisible during the journey, finding a mostly empty carriage and sitting in the corner, not attracting the attention of the other over-excited kids. She'd spotted Livia and Anita, which made her feel a tiny bit more confident, but then she'd seen that Kayleigh girl. That awful girl. She was so haughty and treated other people like they weren't worth dirt. JR made her already small body shrink even more, so as to ensure she wouldn't be noticed by that nasty girl.

All of the 'magic' she'd seen so far she was fairly certain could have been pulled off with the correct chemicals and technology. The ceiling of the hall they were in, for example, was probably just an elaborate light show, no matter what her books said about it being enchanted to reflect the conditions outside. In a way, she kind of pitied all these people for taking something so stupid so seriously. Then again, if it was real, it certainly couldn't be good. Only evil could take over people's minds like this and produce such incredible things.

Jessame Rose listened carefully to the headmaster, memorising Nicolas King's and Cecily Rambolt's names. She groaned inwardly on being reminded she would be judged and labelled in front of all these people, without a chance to observe and learn how to act first. When the 'hat' began to sing... yes, sing...ugh she shivered, but listened carefully to the words, trying to learn as much as possible. It suggested she not be afraid, which she knew meant it wanted her to let her guard down so it could do as it wished. She filed away the information about the house characteristics in her mind, and cringed at the part about heinous crimes. I knew these freaks were up to no good, she thought. Well, this was a challenge alright, and she'd face it, and she'd win. She'd do her damn best to bring this place to ruins.

When her name was called, she stood a little shakily. The boy next to her jumped a little, as if not realising she'd even been there before. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the stage on her short but strong dark legs, wishing she didn't have to wear such an impractical uniform. She almost had to climb onto the stool, and the hat was placed on her head. She couldn't help but shudder at the thought of this magical thing touching her, and when it reached into her mind, she lashed back. You know I don't belong here! Go on, try and find one of these dumb houses I could fit into. I'm no freaky witch. Tell them all it's a mistake so I can get out of here. I'll fight it. Whatever you do, if you don't let me go, I'll fight it! she thought, vehemently. If Tim and Sarah could read her thoughts now, they wouldn't recognise her as their daughter, foster or otherwise. She was usually so timid. Timid or excited in a quest for knowledge or wonder at the world around her; never before had she been so angry or determined. Hate was unfamiliar to this small dark girl.

"Being in denial doesn't change the fact that you're a witch. And best of luck with the reason why you're here, by the way, more powerful people than you have tried much worse things than you're going to and they always fail. You'll like it here soon enough, I can see your inner kindness. Yes. That's it. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Cerulean eyes pierced the back of another first year's head as the young boy shifted his feet. He wasn't nervous - just tired, bored. Antsy even. Being in a room with this many people, all of which were staring at the string of 11 year olds in the middle of the Great Hall ,was unnerving to him. He tugged at his fingers, popping the joints anxiously. It was a nervous habit of his. One of many.

His eyes rolled as yet another name was called before his. Why did his name just have to start with a 'W'? He flicked the vibrantly blue orbs to the Slytherin table, the house he hoped he'd be getting into. There was quite a bit of empty space at the table closest to the back of the room. Hopefully there'd be enough room for him to sit comfortably away from the others if and when he was sorted into the house.

He crossed his fingers, gulping at the sight of the other three houses, with their talkative members. Slytherin had a buzz about it too, but it was one of importance and individuality. He admired it for just a moment longer and then his name was called by the patchwork hat at the front of the room

"Winchester, Felix"

All eyes turned to him as he quickly flew to the stool positioned front and center. He shut his eyes, blocking them from view so he wouldn't see their stares. However, he still felt their eyes boring into him and he thought he'd just die right there from embarassment at his pale skin, shaggy blonde hair, and gangly frame. He looked older than eleven, and his blue eyes would have shone with a wise loneliness beyond the capacity of any other eleven year old had they been opened to the world before him.

He didn't want the hat to think him meek - and perhaps put him in Ravenclaw of all places - so he sat up straight, to his full height of five feet six inches. His chin was set, determined even as he concentrated on the syllables "Slytherin...sssslytherinnn" his inner voice came out at a whispered hiss to the hat. It seemed menacing in it's drawn out monotone.

He felt tears stinging at his lids, and fought them back. But his fear overwhlemed him as the hat sat in silence for so long atop his honey-blonde head. Please Sorting Hat. I know you are wise and I know your brother correctly sorted both of my parents into Slytherin when they attended HS. I'd be utterly miserable in any house BUT Slytherin. I have no agenda, I just want to be left alone to take care of myself.

"SLTYHERIN!"
 
Anastacia was excited about today. Today was her first day in the castle. And so far, it was beautiful. Amazing. She loved architecture and so far, it was by far the best she'd seen in this country so far. It was almost like her school hall. Just about. It wasn't quite up to that standard in the halls yet but as she traced her fingers along the walls, she felt the sensation of magic all around her. Her attitude to magic had grown slightly less frightening and she was now starting to welcome it almost.
Almost, because the minute she walked in the great hall, the size of the people in the school just blew her away. Her heart she was sure could be heard from the people next to her in the crowd it was beating that loud now. She bit her bottom lip, before breathing in deeply. She wouldn't show she was scared but rather be brave and smile at the people. She was nudged forward slightly by the person behind her and started walking in. The ceiling was...there was no ceiling. Anastacia gawked as she saw the night sky above them. How could they not have rain falling in like it was outside. There was something definitely wrong, as far as she could think.
Someone laughing beside her made her finally look back to what was happening. They were laughing at her. She blushed, embarrassed before remembering what she had just said to herself a few seconds ago. Taking a deep breath, she looked back at them. 'Vhy are you laughing?' she asked them before realizing that from what they told her, it was just an enchantment made on the ceiling and there was actually a ceiling there. She laughed before catching up with the rest of the crowd. A man at the podium silence the hall and started talking. Anastacia listened, a big smile on her face. Being brave was nice, she thought to herself, glad she had made herself talk to the other students. She felt so much more comfortable knowing they were as nice as any other person.
Before she realized it, people's names were being called. And her second name starting with an 'I', she was quite near the start. She started to get all scared again. The hat was moving on people and speaking all by itself. What if all her other clothes had been doing that?? She felt so stupid right now. Everyone else here seemed to have known that already. When her name was called, she waited a few seconds, hoping someone would have misheard and go up instead. But of course, no one did and she was forced to go up. She took another deep breath, trying to calm her nerves and held her head high as she walked out the crowd. But her thoughts were all scrambled up she couldn't think properly and ended up tripping over the stairs to the stool. Her cheeks burned red as she helped herself up. She could hear everyone laughing at her, as if they had placed bets on a new student falling. She smiled though. The whole irony of it was just ridiculous.
As she sat down, her thoughts turned to her family. Boy, how she was missing them all. She tried to think of nothing as the hat covered her whole top-half of her face with the size of it but it was impossible.
Oh my socks.spoons.sporks. What's the hat thinking now?? Does it even think? Don't be stupid. Hat's don't think. But it moves. Oh I don't know. This is ridiculous. And my knee's are pretty sore right now. Hmm, wonder how long I'll be up here for? Oh what the heck. Hi Hat. If you can think , well, I just want to say good luck on giving me a house. I did try thinking of one myself but I didn't seem to fit into any category like the others did. So yeah, hi. And just then her flow of thoughts were paused as the Sorting Hat actually spoke to her.

"Sure I can think. Hello to you, too. You do fit into a house, by the way. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Ashton waited with the other students who were getting sorted, he wondered what house the hat would put him into. Looking up at the ceiling he watched in wonder as the night sky swirled above him, "Wow" he said softly to himself. He was still watching the stars when he heard his name being called. Walking up he looked around at the people who would soon be his class mates. Sitting on the stool with the hat on his head Ashton wondered where the library was in this school.

"You are most certainly a RAVENCLAW!"
 
Status
Not open for further replies.
Back
Top