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The Sorting Ceremony

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Jessica flounced into the Great Hall, her eyes flicking to the Gryffindor table to see her sister give her a small wave. Sticking out her tongue, Jessica continued walking with a small wave of acknowledgement to Taylor. As she reached the front, Jessica could feel many eyes on her, so in a self-conscious movement she flipped her hair over her shoulder. On the outside, she looked the definition of confident, but on the inside there was an essence of worry. I hope I look good for this. Jess said to herself, smacking her lips together to even out the gloss that tinted them.

As people were getting called up to be sorted, Jessica examined them, assessing whether they are worthy of her time or not. She looked to either side of her, noting a few people whispering to each other. How have they made friends already? She wondered with an inward roll of her eyes. Jessica had been in a compartment by herself on the train, no way would she share. She didn't understand how people could already be talking to each other like they've been buddies for ages. It took Jessica some time to make friends, even then she only liked a select few. Letting out a yawn and shifting her weight from one foot to the other, Jess wished her sorting would go faster. Her feet were starting to get sore and the more she waited the more nervous she got about where she would be placed. She knew it didn't matter, as long as it wasn't Hufflepuff. Her Mum had been a Gryffindor and her Dad had been a Slytherin. Taylor was a Gryffindor, but Jessica didn't know if she could live in the same part of the castle as Taylor. She could barely stand living with her on the holidays, let alone at school as well.

"Jessica Mercer."

Jessica's attention came back to her and she took a step, walking through the slight parting in the crowd as people realised she was the one who had been called. Letting out a small breath she sat down, flicking her hair once more as she did so. She grumbled slightly as the mouldy old hat was placed on her perfectly straightened hair, but she dealt with it. I will only have to put this thing on my head once in my life, I'm sure you will live Jessica. She told herself firmly as she waited impatiently for the hat to give its verdict.

"Don't like me on your head, do you? Well then I'll just take my time, thanks. How are you today? Nervous I see. Tut, tut. Nothing to be nervous about, my dear. Only hundreds of children watching you while you sit up here looking like a fool and I talk to you inside your head. I'm quite well, by the way. I love today. All the other days I'm on a shelf somewhere. Not today. No-sir, not today. Of course, I could do without all you whiney kids acting like I'm diseased. If it weren't for me half the wizarding world wouldn't be what it is today. If it weren't for me Harry Potter couldn't have defeated Voldemort! So don't act like I'm something you can toss aside. No, I'm quite important and you should be honoured that I'm in your head right now. You should clean up your thoughts, once in a while, too. Geez, kid. You're eleven. Now, I guess I can sort you - can't I? Alright. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Aphrodite walked through the doors of the great hall and just stood in awe of the floating candles and long table. She looked around and smiled at people hoping to make friends. She stood with a little crowd on new comers.
A number of students went before her and were sorted. Her name was then called out. "Miller, Aphrodite." She didnt move. Her name was called out again. then she flinched. that was her last name. Then she realised it was her name. She turned to look at the headmaster, then looked down at the stool. Her heart thudding in her chest, and feeling her nervousness run up her spine, but she knew she had to confident in this situation and took a deep breathe. She walked forward and stood in front of the stool. She took a second to think of how she would get on top since her legs were too short. She put her arms on top, and tried to pull herself up, but to her surprise, her tiny frame and the stool were soon lying flat on the floor. She looked up and saw the hat between headmaster's feet. She quickly ran over and picked up the hat. The headmaster just smiled. She tried so hard not to pee at that very instant from embarassment.
She then returned to the stool, and used all her might to pick the stool up. An older person came and picked it up for her. She then again tried to get up on the stool and succeeded. She finally placed the hat on her head, muttering quietly "please not hufflepuff, their too quite and shy... please not hufflepuff!" she waited for the hat to make its decision.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Kit's heart was fluttering unevenly in his chest. He pulled up his slightly too-long robes as the line shuffled along. He could feel the eyes of all the other students upon the first-years in the middle of the Great Hall, and it was making him nervous. Suddenly he heard a sound which made his blood run cold.
"Hartley, Kit." Kit gritted his teeth and, face burning, walked heavily up to the stool on which the tattered old sorting hat had just been replaced. He paused a beat, took a deep breath, and carried on up to the stool. He sat down and the hat was placed upon his head. It instantly slipped down past his eyes, allowing him a brief respite from the stares of the occupants of the Great Hall.

"Don't be so nervous. You're going to get along beautifully in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Madeline walked into the great hall with the rest of the first years feeling slightly intimidated by all that surrounded her, however as she looked at all the smiling faces she couldn't help but feel a bit more calm and relaxed as she waited for her name to be called. Remembering what her grandfather said about the sorting hat choosing which house she would be in she felt a slight bit of apprehension. She wanted to be like her parents and get sorted in Gryffindor but knew that she could end up in another house. When her name was called Madeline walked up to the sorting hat and placed it over her head as it hung a bit over. "Gryffindor" Madeline whispered softly, "please let it be Gryffindor" she said just as softly. She wanted to be in the house of bravery like her parents and grandparents, she wanted to go on adventures and knew that Gryffindor would be the house to be in for that.

"Alright. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Dean Smith is in the Great Hall looking around the room when he hear's his name called out dean "walks to the three leged stool and sit's on it and places the sorting hat on his head and wait's for the sorting hat to place me" whisper's very very queitly "not slytherin".

"No, not Slytherin. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
I entered the Great Hall and it just about fainted. I had seen many beautiful halls in New York, but never one like this. I feel as though eveyone is staring at me, but I'm used to it. Being a boy of large stature, I'm used to the staring. But this was different, different than anything I have ever expeienced before. Which didn't make it any better when I was called up to get sorted. As I was walking I tripped over my robes, but fortunately I caught myself before I fell too far. I sat down and just then I felt the cool leather of the hat touch the top of my head and then it spoke...

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Note: Remember to roleplay in the third person. ("I" would be "He" and "my" would be "his"
 
Lilith walked into the great hall with the rest of the first year. Looking around for the first time Lilith was speechless it was wonderful. If this was going to be her home for the next seven years that was not a problem with her this was perfect. Looking at the other boys and girls Lilith smirked at them they wore there emotions for all to see. "Fools." Lilith muttered She could not understand why people had to show everyone there thoughts.

Lilith continued to stand there for what seemed like forever getting more and more angry at the thought of having to wait on something as silly as a hat to tell her what house she was going to be in. Finally after what seemed like a few more hours her named was called. Pushing her way to the front Lilith placed the hat on her head and tried to clear her mind of all emotion she would not let some talking hat into her deepest thoughts.

Would you hurry up Lilith thought. You know what your supposed to do. Now hurry up and sort me. I have letters I have to write, and I want to make sure that I can get a second to talk to my sister Eden you know the one you sorted two years ago? Well I guess that is not really important but I would like to talk to her sometime tonight if that ok with you? Lilith paused maybe that was a bit to rude. Time to try a different route. Please Mr. Sorting Hat could you hurry up and sort me. I don't care where you place me as long as I get in well I do care where you put me I want to be with the best I will not stand being with weak people they make me angry. And for all those goody-two shoes well forget them I will make them rue the day I was placed with them if you know what I mean so could you hurry up!

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Valiant was atlast ready to enter the great hall to finally be sorted. Sorting had finally begun. He was thinking of the days he was known as an unsorted student of Hogwarts NewZealand but alas he was now going to be sorted. He was preety nervous but confident at the same time. He was wondering as everyone was looking at him as he was a soon to be Gryffindor first year.

Valiant hoped he was sorted into Gryffindor and to one extent that was going to happen.
He walked forward as his name was called to be seated on the sorting chair as they called it and he went and sat on the chair anxious to know his house. As the hat was put on his forehead, it slipped down to his face making his hair touch his eyes and he could hardly see anything. He didn't dare pulling it upwards as he didn't know what it could lead to so he left it as it is, waiting and waiting for the hat's decision.

The hat suddenly started murmuring something to itself, Valiant guessed it was about his house and soon Valiant got the signal that the hat was about to sort him into a house.

The hat then said .......

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Brandon had waited for this day as long as he could ever remember. He was standing in the Great Hall surrounded by witches and wizards his own age. His mother sat at the front table smiling as she always did, probably more nervous than even this young boy was. Brandon wasn't exactly nervous. Maybe if he hadn't heard about Hogwarts New Zealand ever in his lifetime he would find himself slightly uncomfortable, but he had known about the school. Never stepped foot in it until right this day though.

The great hall was huge and Brandon felt almost overwhelmed. For once in his life he was blending into the crowd which surely was annoying as heck. This young boy did anything not to blend in. When everyone in his school grew long hair, he cut his off and when everyone decided that short hair was in, Brandon grew his out to the shaggy length that it was now. In a way this sort of took more time to go against the style than actually find his own, but Brandon was only eleven and knew deep down he had time for that later on in life.

Standing in the crowd he listened to the speech and even the song. The words going through one ear and out the other. He knew he would be one of the first to be sorted. His last name was Ana for gods sake. It was only a matter of time.

Finally through the mess of noise running through the great hall, Brandon heard his name being called. "Ana, Brandon" The voice said. Flipping his almost black hair out of his eyes, Brandon pushed through the crowd reaching the front of the great hall. On the stool he sat as the great sorting hat was placed on his head. He couldn't help but think that this hat was legendary. This whole ceremony was. He was already finding his way into the history books but just taking place in such a thing. Mentally he told himself to stop being such a dork as he relaxed his muscles that were suprisingly tense for a moment and waited for the decision. His only thought was a simple You know best That thought directed at the sorting hat itself.

"I know you'd like Ravenclaw - but I see a brighter future for you in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Valiant was atlast ready to enter the great hall to finally be sorted. Sorting had finally begun. He was thinking of the days he was known as an unsorted student of Hogwarts NewZealand but alas he was now going to be sorted. He was preety nervous but confident at the same time. He was wondering as everyone was looking at him as he was a soon to be Gryffindor first year.

Valiant hoped he was sorted into Gryffindor and to one extent that was going to happen.
He walked forward as his name was called to be seated on the sorting chair as they called it and he went and sat on the chair anxious to know his house. As the hat was put on his forehead, it slipped down to his face making his hair touch his eyes and he could hardly see anything. He didn't dare pulling it upwards as he didn't know what it could lead to so he left it as it is, waiting and waiting for the hat's decision.

The hat suddenly started murmuring something to itself, Valiant guessed it was about his house and soon Valiant got the signal that the hat was about to sort him into a house.

The hat then said....
 
"Logan, Lexi." Lexi heard her name being called. She immediately started to tremble and turn white. Alright, let's get this over with... she thought before gulping and walking towards the stool and Sorting Hat.

She took a seat and tried to control her trembling as best as she could. She felt the hat being set on her head and awaited the answer...

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Bea walked into the hall with the other students, she waved at the people she knew and smiled at the people she didn't. There was a lot more people than she thought would be here to be sorted. She looked all around the hall it was magnificent, so grand. The thing that she was most in awe of was the enchanted ceiling. Ben had told Bea about the ceiling in Hogwarts Scotland and Bea didn't believe him. But here she was, in Hogwarts looking at it, reflecting the starry sky above them.

Bea listened intently to the headmaster's speech and soon it was over and time for the sorting. Bea was quite high up on the register being 'Daniels' and too soon the 'C's were walking up to the stool to be sorted. Bea watched the astonished and sometimes disappointed faces of the people being sorted. It would soon be her up there.

"Daniels, Bea"

Her name was called and Bea took a deep breath, put on a big grin and bounced up to the stool and the hat was on. The hat fell over her eyes and she couldn't see anything apart from the inside of the hat. She wondered if the hat could hear her. Ben said that it could. She decided to talk to the hat through her mind. Hey mr hat. Could you put me in a house where I will make lots of friends and a house where my family will be proud of me? she asked the hat not wondering if it worked.

"Friends? Look no further than HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
As Wyatt waited in the great hall, with the rest of his fellow first year students. He began to think which house he would like to be in if he was given the choice, before he could give it much thought a teacher began to call the role. He waited as the list went down until finally after what seemed an eternity his name was called. As his nerves began to get the better of him he told himself to stay calm, and then he slowly walked up to the sorting hat and slowly sat on the stool. Then the hat was lowered on to his head and began to talk.

"You'll fit right in with the whole of RAVENCLAW!"
 
Demelza was finally here, finally at Hogwarts and she was loving every minute of it. Seeing the castle, seeing the students that she was about to be sorted with and seeing the students that were already sorted. Demelza looked around at the four tables, everyone looked happy and inviting, well most people did. She saw some people in the line with her that she had talked to before arriving at Hogwarts.

The sorting soon began after a brief introduction from the headmaster. Demelza saw lots of students go up to be sorted before her and she saw the glee on their faces. She clapped along with the crowd when they got sorted into their house. Demelza couldn't wait to be the one up there and her time would soon come.

"Rogers, Demelza"

Demelza saw some people look round at her name, no doubt some of them knew her name from the countless photoshoots she did. She took a deep breath and walked up to the stool. The hat fell over her eyes and Demelza couldn't see the faces of the students any more. She looked around hopelessly at the inside of the hat wondering what she should do. put me in a house where i can prove myself to everyone please Demelza thought, wondering if the hat could hear here. Well she would soon find out.

"I'm not sure about proving yourself - but I know you belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
James walked into the main hall with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. It was exactly as his mother had told him, apparently it hadn't changed since his mothers day.
He was walking close to Sam if anyone had asked him why he always followed her so closely he would answer that he wants to protect her, although the truth of the matter is that he feels protected from everything else around her, she had always been more confident and more comfortable around other people.

The staff said their speeches of welcome to both the retuning students and the many other new students he was huddled in the middle of, sorting hat then said its poem, and the names began to be called.

He watched trying to understand fully how the sorting hat knew where to put each person, he soon came to the conclusion that the hat must be able to see inside the students mind, he decided then that he was going to test this out on his own go.

His name was called soon, before his sisters, he was instantly uncomfortable as the all the eyes in the hall waited for someone to step forward, that someone was him, he took a step toward the stool, he felt the eyes fall on the back of his head, it felt as if the whole world had stopped what they were doing to watch him, he felt the urge to run away from the spying eyes and climb somewhere out of site. He knew that he couldn't so when he turned and sat he locked eyes with his sister he didn't take his eyes off her as the hat was lowered to his head.

He was taken aback by the sensation of the hat creeping around his mind trying to work out what he was truly like, "I know you can hear this" he thought "I worked you out by watching the other students" He informed the hat "Do you see anything interesting in my head he said?" he asked this only too see if the hat was truly inside his mind, he didn't really want to know what the hat could see, only that it was there and could see and that he wasn't imagining things and that whole process wasn't just guess work.

James waited for a reply and for his house to be determined, he added in his mind quickly before the house spoke "please can you put my sister with me?"

"I'll put you where you belong, and that is RAVENCLAW!"
 
Sam was walking alongside her brother and loads of other people into the great hall, James had told her how it would be by the description her mother had given him, she smiled she liked being in the middle of all the people, she felt more at home here than she ever did in the house with her family.

She waited for her name to be called, she watched James go before her and be sorted, she hoped that she would be in the same house as him, she would be truly lost without him, he kept her sane and stable and lead her in the right direction.

Her name was called and she walked up, in the instant she turned around she locked eyes with her brother, she sent him a look letting him know that she was ok, knowing that he would be worried about her, she kept looking at him as the hat was placed on her head, she knew it would make the right choice but hoped strongly that she could be placed with James, she didn't know whether the hat could feel this so she decided to tell ask him "please can I be with James?" she thought hoping the hat could hear her.

She waited looking around the others all anxious to be were she was, then hat began to speak .....

"With James? No. You belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Skindog walks into the Great Hall. He realises that even though the hall has no roof and it was raining outside earlier, there is no rain in the hall. He looks around and sees hundreds of older faces peering back. He and his friend Sam, also from Tinworth, sit down at the front of the hall, beside two girls, one of whom is shaking uncontrolably. This makes skindog laugh loudly, which draws strange looks from the people around them. He apologises to nobody in particular, and sits and waits in excitement to be sorted.


"I think you'll do well in RAVENCLAW!"

Note: Remember to role-play in the past tense. (Skindog walked in to the Great Hall. He realized that... etc. )
 
Xavier walked into the great hall and looked around. Just as he'd always heard, it was definately a sight to see. He stood in the crowd with all the new first years waiting to be sorted, occasionally introducing himself and his brother to possible alliances. He watched another student getting sorted and wished it would get to his turn already, the sooner this was over and done with the sooner him and his brother could settle into their new house, make lots of friends and start planning pranks, this was the ceremony that would chose their closest group of friends. Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? he wondered to himself. Immediately ruling out Ravenclaw him and Xyril were definately not the studious type. Not Hufflepuff he thought, too quiet and kind he thought.

Finally he heard his name called "Randell, Xavier" as always he was one step in front of his brother. He grinned at Xyril as he made his way to the stool and hat. I'm effectively getting both of us sorted" he thought as he sat down on the stool We're twins, of course we'll be in the same house. He pulled the large hat down on his head. I trust your judgement sorting hat and I know you can read my mind, we want a house where the people are fun and easy to get along with, where we can find good alliances to pull pranks with us and a couple of cool chicks would be a bonus he thought awaiting the hats judgement.

"No, not Hufflepuff. Not Hufflepuff at all. Your adventurous nature tells me you'll do fine in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Xyril followed his younger brother into the great hall and marveled at its brilliance. He stared up at the ceiling admiring the floating candles and what seemed to be a glass roof. He glanced around slightly shyly at all the students, there were so many of them! He smiled politely as Xavier made friends and introduced them to him. He enjoyed making friends and he knew that these were the people he would be spending the next seven years with he just couldn't help but feel nervous and the nervous feeling was what kept him from being social. He thought for a moment about the different houses wondering what house he would be sorted into. He was startled as their last name was called out, he watched Xavier go up to the stool and observed him quietly knowing he was next. He frowned all his life he had been following his outgoing younger brother, I'm at Hogwarts now he thought, people who just meet us will know me for me and not for being Xaviers twin he thought determinedly. He clapped politely as he brother was sorted "Randell, Xyril" his name was called out. Xyril took a deep breath and tried to push away his butterflies as he made his way to the stool. He sat down and pulled the hat on. Please Mr hat, I know you normally keep families together and this is probably a horrible thing to ask, but I need my own identity please don't put me in the same house as my brother, he thought hoping it was true that hat could read their thoughts. He bit his lip and waited for the hats decision.

"Quite unlike your brother. You'll do best in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Deryn looked around at the noisy chaos of students filling the room and wondered if she'd made a mistake coming. She found herslef longing for the silence of the night outside. She looked around at the other first year students, shuffling nervously as they waited to be sorted. She tried to feel some sort of companionship with them but mostly they seemed like some strange sort of alien horde. She wondered abstractly if one day some of them would be friends.
She looked up at the stool as the hat was lowered over the head of a skinny boy and wondered what house she would be assigned. She hoped it would be Ravenclaw or if not that then maybe Slytherin. Her father had told her something about the different houses before she came and most of them sounded very silly.
Finally she heard the professor call her name and headed up towards the stool.

"You may not be there yet - but you'll make a great RAVENCLAW!"
 
Hannah walked into the magnificent Great Hall with her twin sister beside her. Her brown eyes were sweeping the entire room, taking in all the magic the place held, the enchanted sky, the Professors sitting at the Staff table ahead, and of course, the sea of students sitting, surrounding them as the mass students of her class all walked in a bundle to the center of the room, stopping before a three-legged stool with an ancient, old Hat. Hannah could feel her heart beating faster and catching in her throat as the Headmaster began to speak, welcoming them and explaining what they'd have to do to be Sorted into their proper houses. The Headmaster wasted no time in beginning the Sorting, calling out the first names on the seemingly long list. Thankfully, or not so thankfully, Hannah's last name was at the beginning of the list rather than the end, so she didn't have to wait long. Still, that didn't ease her nerves.

Finally "Chambers, Hannah!" was called out and she nearly choked as her heart seemed to be at her throat. Her sister surprisingly gave her hand a light squeeze before she began making her way through the crowd to the front. Once she was there, she turned and sat on the stool, seeing all the faces looking up at her, her older brother's face sticking out in the Slytherin table, and her twin sister looking anxious just as she knew she was going to be called next. The next thing she knew, the Hat was being placed on her head and all she could see was the black inside.

"You, my dear, belong to HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Summer walked into the Great Hall with her twin sister Hannah beside her. This was it, finally she was at Hogwarts and she'd be getting sorted. She ignored all the other faces that were watching them enter the Great Hall in search of her brother's face from the Slytherin table, giving him a bright, confident grin as she passed him. It didn't take long for them to all be standing around and the Headmaster began his welcome, and explaining the Sorting. Soon the ceremony started and students began being Sorted into houses, and Summer's hands began to sweat with anxiety, her smile slowly slipping off her face. Suddenly her sister's name was called, and Summer nearly jumped. She hated that even though she was the older one, Hannah's name always got called first. Summer took hold of her sister's hand and gave her a light squeeze. To the naive girl it might've seemed like one of support, but Summer was really saying goodbye to her because after this, they wouldn't be seeing as much of each other anymore. Summer knew that she and Hannah would never get put in the same houses.

She watched her sister get sorted and right afterward "Chambers, Summer!" was called out. Although Summer was now as nervous as many other students, none showed on her face, and the confident smile was once again firmly in place. She would never allow a moment of anxiety to show on her face, that was just weakness. Summer strutted up to the stool and held her head up high as she sat on the stool with the Hat being placed carefully on her golden blonde locks, as she waited for her verdict.

"Another one for SLYTHERIN!"
 
"Floating candles. Creepy." Was the first thing Zanella said when she entered Hogwarts. She rubbed her eyes and stared at the ceiling, her brown doe-eyes as wide as saucers. "Kill, where are you?" she muttered quietly to herself. She couldn't see her sister anywhere, but then again, she was looking over at the Hufflepuff table. It took a few seconds to realize yellow and black were not her sister's house colours. Seeing the familiar gold-and-scarlet table, Nelle looked for the bushy brown hair of Katie. She caught her sister's eye, and grinned.

Nelle had found out a few minutes before that her camera wouldn't work in Hogwarts. Nobody had told her that it wouldn't, and she wished she knew why. Zanella's camera had pictures of everything. Even... It even hurt to think the name. Samantha. Katie's twin. The one who had drowned, when Katie had not. Zanella had been there that day, and Zanella was the weaker swimmer. Sam had died to save her sisters, and Nelle and Katie each felt it was their fault Sam ad died.

The sorting was going quickly. Each name was called, and a terrified eleven-year-old would walk up to the stool. To their future. Zanella's own future hung on the hat's decision. "Lynfield, Zanella." For once, Nelle didn't get any odd looks about her name. Usually Zanella was an unusual name, compared to the other names of people. Her sisters had normal names, Katie, Samantha and Grace. And, Zanella was the weird sister, the loopy one. With a name to fit.

The girl ran her fingers through her explosion on brown curls, and walked up to the stool, her head held high. No sweat, it's only walking up to a stool and having a hat put on my head. Nelle thought rationally. "At least I'm not singing in front of thousands." she whispered as she sat down. Nobody knew it, but Nelle loved singing. Her school had made her sing the lead at a production at some theater a year ago. Zanella looked at the dark inside of the hat, and wondered if this was the same sort of thing as putting your head inside a dead animal. The thought made her feel a little queasy, and somewhat embarrassed. "Uh, can you read my thoughts?" Nelle asked. "And, uh what do you do for the rest of the year, when your not sorting students?" Nelle wondered if she was being nosy. "Um, my sister wants to know." she said truthfully. Katie had asked her to ask the hat those questions, and Nelle wanted to know the answers too.

"Well, I suppose you know what house I should be in, but I would like Hufflepuff. Or maybe Gryffindor, because my sister's in it. I'm not sure if I'm a brave person though." Nelle babbled. "Okay, shutting up now." Nelle always said that when she felt she talked too much, which was often. "Just, uh, make your decision please."

"Yes, I do know what house you should be in, and it appears you do as well. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Keep your eyes in front of you Kim thought as the group walk at the magnificent great hall of Hogwarts. It was really a great hall, she already saw many halls but not like this. Kim walked silently with the rest when they stopped in front of a great table. A gorgeous man had spoken, Kim frowned as the man looked like her Dad but shrugged it off as the sorting started.
One by one the man called alphabetically and at last it was her turn to be sorted and go at the respective house table.

"Possible, Kimberly." Called the man to her.

She smiled and walked up and sat at the tall stool, "You kinda looked like my Dad." Kim whispered at the man who had called her. Then the hat was placed upon her head, Kim took a deep breath and concentraited, she closed her eyes. Hat, please put me into the right direction to prove to my parents that I'm worth it. Please be Gryffindor, Please!!! and that was it, the hat started to move into her head....

"Yes. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
"She's not ready, Avalyn doesn't need to go to a school, I can teach her!" The harsh words of Anya Valentine echoed in Avalyn's head. "She is. Avalyn needs friends, she'll wilt and die like a flower if she doesn't go." Antonio Valentine's words may seem odd, but Avalyn's parents often refered to things using plants. It was a Valentine thing. Avalyn thought she looked out of place in the hall: pale as the moon, or an albino cat as Alivia put it. Alivia was ten, and hopefully going to Hogwarts next year. Avalyn's bright cerulean eyes flickered around the vast room, making her look quite like a demented owl.

She remembered she was not to look like a demented owl, she was supposed to look like a girl. A normal, non-Valentine, average girl. Her school robes tried hard to make her look like everybody else in the room, but it didn't work to well. "Normal, normal, normal." she chanted continuesly, a mantra to make her remember.

"Valentine, Avalyn." Her last name was almost at the end of the alphabet, while her first name was at the start. Ironic really. Avalyn walked up to the sorting hat, and waited for it to be placed on her head. "Hufflepuff would be nice. Is it true that they don't usually judge on appearance, or is that an urban myth?" she breathed. Avalyn waited to be sorted, humming a little tune she was making up on the spot.

"Hufflepuff might fit you. So might Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. But you, Avalyn, have a secretive side to you - a distant side to you that just wants to win - and that places you in SLYTHERIN!"
 
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