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The Sorting Ceremony

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Alyxia stood at the front of the Great Hall with the other new students. She simply looked in awe at the bewitched ceiling and the mass of students sitting behind her. Woah. They don't have anything like this in Cali... She was jerked backed to reality when she realized that a talking hat, A talking hat, Lyxi! was singing a song. She applauded with the rest of the room when it finished. It started calling out people, and she became nervous and started fidgeting with her blond, curly hair.

Finally, the room rang out with, "Samson, Alyxia!"

Her hands dropped the strand of hair, and walked forward to the stool. Sitting down, she placed the old, delapidated hat on her head...Oh lord, Lyxi, what did you get into...

"You got yourself in to RAVENCLAW!"
 
Sidda was shaking, but tried to act brave. The teacher at the front was up to the P's. Just then, the boy next to Sidda stood on her foot. "Watch it!" she hissed at him.
"Sor-ry!" he replied.
That made Sidda feel better. She put on a tough, 'Don't mess with me, hat' look and started fingering the sleeves of her robe.
The teacher was up to the S's. Sidda would be called any second. She took some deep breaths. It was just a hat. It wouldn't hurt her. She could handle it. She COULD handle it.
"Simon, Siddalee!" the teacher called. Sidda took a deep breath, put on a brave face even though she was paler than usual, and walked up the the stool on which the old, battered Sorting Hat sat.
"Sweet mother of mercy" she muttered to herself as she walked up. The teacher put the Sorting Hat on Sidda's red hair, and it promptly slid down to her ears. Sidda sat on the stool and hoped that she didn't look as scared as she felt. "Be brave" she said to herself.
Then a voice spoke in her ear. 'Oh, my...' she thought to herself.

"A little brash - but definitely a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Helene stood among her fellow students, waiting to be sorted.
She wasn't scared but neither was she confident. No, Helene was just waiting. Waiting as one of the crowd.
The group of students slowly reduced in number.
Eventually, the 'Vs' were called out.
Helene stood there, her hair back in a tight bun, listening for her name and then..
"Vanetta, Helene"
Helene felt her heart thud as she began walking towards the stool.
She sat down and the sorting hat was lowered onto her eyes.
Everything went dark. She still had no idea how this 'sorting' worked but she couldn't help but wonder if you won something.
There was sudden movement and Helene found her mind focussing on the present as a voice surrounding and inside her head spoke..

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Caleb was so tired after the long journey and as he stood outside the doors he could feel his eye lids dropping. But as the doors swung open and a glow of golden candle light swamped over the crowd of people, his mood lifted suddenley. He followed the crowd in and waited in the huddle at the front of the great hall. He could feel the gaze of the older children passing over him, he wasn't scared. He knew this was the place he had to be. Come on. GRIFIONDOOR! He thought.

"Yes, yes. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
As she was jostled by the other nervous, excited First Years, Sia's mind felt like a river. On the surface she was deceptively calm, but underneath frantic thoughts swirled in pointless eddies, round and round, but going nowhere. She wanted to be in Ravenclaw (partially because everyone had been obsessed with Gryffindor since the story of the Boy Who Lived). However, she would have no objections to any house the Hat put her in.
"Riversend, Sia." Sia started as her name was called. It felt strange for it to be in that order. Suddenly trenbling with nerves, Sia walked slowly towards the Sorting Hat, struggling to control her legs. a fleet of 'what ifs' sailed across that inner river. She sat on the stool, moments before her legs gave way. Everything went dark as the large Hat slipped down on her small head. The hat murmured things to her, indistinct mutterings about the deepest parts of her personality. Then it drew a deep breath (leaving Sia wondering why a hat would bother), and called out her future house.

"You're not a Gryffindor. So no need to worry about that. However, you're not quite a Ravenclaw, either. No. You're a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Ricky entered the hall, a slight swagger in his step. This was it. This was what he had been waiting for; what he and Lizzie had discussed with such excitement. The sheer volume of students broadened the excited grin on his face. With all these people around, there was no chance he'd ever be bored! He scanned the tables with his eyes, before long locking on to the bow-adorned head of his older sister, who turned her sour glare away from him as soon as she noticed. Cheerfully knowing it would annoy her, Ricky gave her a jaunty wave. She bit her lip angrily, and he saw her long nails digging into the flesh of her arm. Ricky wasn't bothered. She had been quiet and aggressive all holidays. Any trace of the Maria he barely remembered from before Vanessa died seemed to have officially vanished, and she had become this bitter, angry person. He had spent the holidays wondering what this school had done to his only sister to make her this way.

And then the first name was called, and all sympathetic thoughts of his sister were banished from Ricky's mind once and for all. Whatever her problem was, it wasn't his problem. His problem was this, sorting. He hoped like hell that he wasn't forced to tolerate his sister's constant presence for the next 7 years. Getting into the same house as Lizzie would definitely be a bonus too. Her name was far ahead of his, and he watched silently as all the other kids were sorted before them. When she was called up, he watched anxiously, shooting her an encouraging grin and thumbs up as she sat. When the name 'Gryffindor!' was called for his dearest friend, he breathed a sigh of relief. He settled back to watch the other kids go through, few of whom he recognised. Finally, they reached the 'm'-s.

"Madison, Richard?"

Cursing his stupid, stupid, stupid name, Ricky plastered on an enthusiastic grin and bounded up to the recently vacated stool, plopping himself down and smiling, waiting for the hat to sort him.

"Gryffindor? No. Not Gryffindor. Not for you. Your future lies in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
So, this was it. Amélie still couldn't believe all of this was real. From the moment she set foot in the New Zealand Express, she had felt like in a dream. She didn't even noticed how beautiful the castle, the surroundings or the Great Hall were, she just followed the flow of new students.
When the room started to echo with the deep voice of the Headmaster, Amélie's heart began to race, she realised she was biting her lips again and it was starting to bleed a little.

She couldn't see anything because of all the students in front of her blocking the view, but she heard a song and then names being called.
'This must be the sorting hat' Amélie was glad she had read a bit about Hogwarts. 'So our names are called alphabetically, this is good, I won't be in the first students to be called, nor the last ones. Just in the middle, when nobody is paying attention.'
As more students were called, Amélie was now able to see the center of the Great Hall, with its four long tables full of students and the staff table facing her. She could also see the old hat being placed on the students' heads.
Soon enough, Amélie heard her name being called
'Hennion, Ameelieh'
Once again her name had been mispronounced, but she was too stressed to correct the professor. She walked nervously towards the stool, twisting her fingers. She sat, and just as she noticed all the eyes on her, the hat was placed on her head and everything went black.

"Hmm. You're either a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw. I see you just want to fit in and be accepted? Well that's quite Hufflepuff. But I think I see something more in you. Yes, there's definitely more. RAVENCLAW!"
 
The Great Hall was amassed with people. Peyton chanced a sly glance at Lyxi, the blond girl he met at the Leaky Cauldron. She was looking pretty nervous. He chuckled silently to himself then continued to listen for his name to be called out. He was actually kind of looking forward to this. Soon, his name was called.

"James, Peyton."

He walked up to the small stool with a slight swagger and placed the hat on his head...

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Emi looked around nervously. She wouldn't have admitted she was scared to anyone because nobody had ever really seen her scared, but here she was terrified. She knew her parents and family didn't really care which house she was sorted into, but she was still nervous all the same. She had heard bad things about Slytherin, and anyway, she wanted to be in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw.

Fidgeting on the spot, she heard names being called out to go for Sorting. In her numb state she didn't register her new friend Laura's name being called until the presence next to her shifted and moved to go and sit on the stool. Emi jolted her head upwards and smiled encouragingly at a tentative Laura. She didn't really register where Laura was sorted though, because as soon as she was the voice called, ''Caskova, Erin!''.

With legs like jelly she straightened up and climbed up the steps to sit on the stool. The hat practically swallowed her head when she sat down and all she could think was, ''Gawd, please don't put me anywhere I'ma not fit in, Hat ...''

"If fitting in is your concern - you should be a Hufflepuff! But no, it's more than that. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
One day Rockwell got into this roleplaying site waiting to be sorted but then something disturbs his mind.While his mind is being disturbed he just wanted to break down and cry. That's the first ever time that tears rolled down his face for he had a stone heart and emotions are never seen in his face. This feeling sucks though.,., at that moment he can't even think about the sorting but then his name was called so he wnt to a dark room with black curtais and a three legged stool a light shone straightly to him and now he's just waiting for the message of pushing through.

"RAVENCLAW!"
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"Walsh,Jason."
Jason looked up and walked over to the sorting hat. It was his time now, he was going to be the one getting sorted. But which house did he belong to? Jason turned very red, waiting for the hat's response.

"You're definitely a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
As he walked into what he assumed to be the Great Hall, he paused for a minute to take in the sight. Tonight was the night that the doubt and skepticism Bates had experienced over the past few months to rest. The news that he was a wizard came on his eleventh birthday, along with the fact that his mother had been keeping it a secret from him for his entire life. His mother had left the decision of whether or not to attend Hogwarts entirely up to him. He hadn't been too sure that he made the right decision until just now as he stood surrounded by others like him- it felt right. The weeks leading up to his departure had been spent flipping through the pages of the books he had bought for school. It was through these books that he learned the basics of his new world. He realized that he would probably have to study harder than those raised in magical households, but he was always up for a good challenge.

As the headmaster made his speech, the skepticism left Bates and he started to feel excited. It all appeared to be true. Some of his peers around him were whispering about what house they wanted to be in. He longed to join in, but kept his mouth shut in fear of sounding like he had absolutely no idea. There was no need to make himself the subject of ridicule so soon. The question that Bates really wanted to know was how he would be sorted into a house. If it was some sort of test that required him to do magic, he was certain that he would be sorted into that Hufflepuff house that everyone seemed to want to avoid.

It seemed that a magical test would be too practical though. Instead, a worn looking hat that could talk was brought out. It's a hat-that can talk. Now, why didn't I think of that, Bates thought, thoroughly amused by the concept. He quickly zoned out once the sorting actually started as he thought about anything but magic. It wasn't too long though before his name was called-

Larkin, Sebastian

He confidently made his way up to the hat. There was no way to mess up sitting underneath a hat- unless he tripped over the stool or something. Which he didn't. As the hat was lowered on his head while he peered out into the sea of students, all he could think about was whose idea it was to make a hat that could talk. He still found the concept to be quite amusing.

"You'd be surprised how many people mess up sitting beneath me. Thinking atrocious things. Trying to threaten me in to giving them the houses they want. Heh. They learn their lessons, alright. 'N'essayez pas de forcer le chapeau de tri', as some might say. At any rate. You seem wise enough. Just sitting here. Yes. you're a RAVENCLAW!"
 
Creepela was just passing by the great hall when she saw a lot of unsorted students doing their thing she was curious of the happening so she went close to a nice looking girl and asked what was up the girl replied:"a lot of us needs to be sorted because classes are coming up. Are you new here?" Creepela replied:"yeah I just came to town and well I am not familiar with anything here" the girl then said,"do you want to come with me so you will be sorted too?" Creepela said "yes I would" so she signed up. When her name was called, she breathed a deep breath and she continued walking with her face all red and her beating heart could be heard.

"Hmmm. I think your future lies with the wise. Yes. RAVENCLAW!"
 
As Olivia stood in the Great Hall, surrounded by other first years waiting to be sorted, she felt a mixture of emotions. She hand't until this point been feeling nervous, but the thought that in twenty minutes time she'd be sitting at the house she'd be in for the next seven years, beside future friends and enemies was getting to her, she wasn't a vain girl, definitely not, and she'd never cared what people thought of her but all of a sudden she was worrying incase nobody liked her. There would be someone out there who
would want to be her friend would there not? She was also excited, she was about to begin her own magical journey, for the next seven years she would be independent here at Hogwarts, it looked amazing and who was to know what adventures she would discover. She couldn't wait for it all to begin. There was a flurry of excitement from the surrounding students as the three legged stool and the sorting hat she'd heard so much about were placed on the floor beside the teachers table. One by one, names began to be read out and ticked off a register as students were sorted. Olivia stared around herself at the older students seated at there tables, and smiled at all who caught her eye. All of a sudden, she heard what she had been waiting for, "Olivia Yewbeam" the headmaster called. Olivia cleared her throat and wove her way through the first years, finding her way to the hat. She smiled out at the sea of faces before her as she took a seat on the stool and the headmaster placed the hat upon her head. Her parents had told her all about this hat, and how it could read your mind, understanding everything from what you were currently thinking to your deepest darkest secrets you'd hidden away in the very corners of your mind. Em, Hello Mr.Hat! she thought, feeling a little stupid but realising probably every student had a little conversation with the hait in their minds. I'm honoured to have you sitting atop my head, It's very nice to meet you. Any chance we could hurry this up a little please, I know you're pretty much deciding my future, but this chairs awfully uncomfortable!.

"Honoured? Hmph. You're more or less the first. Well. Let's see here. You're not a Slytherin, but I'm likely not crushing your dreams with that statement. You must be a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Daryl Black saw a big door, the only thing on his mind was food and more food. He was walking unbalanced for he was sleepy, suddenly he fell and his face landed on the florr he fell asleep. All of the students were looking at him while he was drooling at the same time sleeping. Then he woke up hearing his name being called bu a old man staring at him "Black,Daryl please come forward". He looked straight at him doing his Hitler pose meaning yes. He was about to sat down when he fell out of balance. "Please make it faster I really need to dehydrate Daryl pleaded. While putting on the sorting hat he feel asleep and all of the students stared at him once again he kept on saying "I'm hungry"

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Blair felt like he was being herded. He followed everyone else into the great hall. He looked around in complete shock and amazement. The place was so busy. He began examining the each table. The older students were slightly intimdating. He had no idea what to expect. His father wasn't very talkative after the death of his mother, Blair was glad however that he had helped him pack, and taken him to the station. He looked round the other unsorted, he only recognized few of them.

When sorting began Blair's stomach began to knot. He was filled with a giddy hyperness but with his stomach doing backflips from nervousness. He watched everyone's faces as they were sorted. Then the look after they had taken the hat off. Then Blair's heart skipped several beats, his name had just been called. He slowly walked up towards the stool. He tried not to look at anyone. He sat down and let the hat be placedon him. It covered his eyes, which he was very grateful for, as then he didn't have to see the other students. He hoped that the hat wouldn't take too long, he was hungry and wanted to meet his new classmates.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
We walk single-file into the hall. It feels as though everyone is staring at me. As the names of the first years are called out alphabetically, I realise that since my last name begins with a T, I will be one of the last students standing. The line thins out, and eventually there are only three other kids and myself. My name is called and I stumbled forward. Until this moment I had never doubted that I would be put in the same house as my parents, but now I'm not so sure. I almost trip over the four-legged stool as I attempt to sit down. The sorting hat is dropped onto my head. The moment of truth has arrived.

"I think you'll do quite well in HUFFLEPUFF!"
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Liadan is nervous. She shuffles her feet side to side, and her fingers fiddle with the sleeves of her cloak. Few of the first years are saying anything at all, most of them seem to be just as nervous as she is, finding anything to look at but the odd hat that is sitting on a stool in front of them all. Unexpectedly, it bursts into song and she completely forgets to listen to what it is saying because she is more shocked that it is actually talking. At the end of the tune the hat remains just as still as it was before, not doing anything too extraordinary as far as hats go. She could have just imagined the whole thing if the others around her weren't looking as shocked as she imagined herself to be. "Liadan Aquanal," a voice rings out above the murmur of the others. She makes her way through the crowd, her hands suddenly becoming very sweaty and wonders if the hat will mention that aloud. She imagines it saying something like, "Nervous, are we dear?" and the idea of picking the hat up suddenly seems horrifying. She does it though, she picks the hat up and it only takes an instant for the hat to see where she would belong. A mere second for the hat to be so sure of its decision. She must belong there if it was so sure.

"Quite nervous. Well. Let's get this over with for you, then. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Trey walked over to the table where several of his fellow unsorted students had taken seats. He looked around for a moment at the room. It was the most beautiful room he had ever seen and reminded his somewhat of a church. Trey then focused his attention back to the front where first years where being sorted individually by a worn out talking hat. Trey was nervous. He wondered what house the hat word put him in. After sitting for a few minutes the hat called out, "Trey Dixon!" Trey stood up and approached the hat. His line of sight was cut off as the oversized hat was placed on his head. Trey sat quietly waiting for the hat to sort him.

"Another one for HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Allison stared in awe at the huge room around her, and fidgeting with her robes, wondered once again that they hadn't made a mistake and that she wasn't really a witch, that it was all wrong somehow. She heard the first name to be sorted called, and froze. Surely, it wasn't the name Carlisle, Allison that was echoing around the hall. She rose nervously and tugged at her sunset colored hair, walking up to the stool, and tripped on her robes. Blushing furiously, she pulled her sleeves over her hands as she stood up and hurried up to the stool as quickly as she could without tripping again. As she sat down, she looked nervously around the room. She noticed the pitying looks from the Hufflepuffs, the calculating looks of the Ravenclaws, the comforting of the Gyrffindors and the smirks of the Slytherins. She closed her eyes needlessly, as the hat came down and obscured her vision. 'Please.' she thought gripping the edges of the stool with such force she got splinters. 'Please, please put me where I can find some friends. I just don't want to be alone again.'

"You're already biased to Gryffindor, it seems. That's well enough, I suppose. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
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Anna walked in the doors to the Great hall. She lost track of the rest of the first years as she stared at the ceiling, she overheard a girl saying it was bewitched to look like the night sky. The first years slowly made their way up to the front of the hall following professor McGonagall the rest of the school stared at them, afew waved. Professor McGonangall placed the sorting hat on the stool and it burst into song.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
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As she reached the Great Hall of Hogwarts New Zealand, Vera could not contain a small gasp. Albie was right, the school was amazing. And what she'd seen of the grounds looked even better. Vera figured she'd never, ever be bored. Not here. And Quidditch! She could finally fly and play Quidditch! Vera could hardly wait. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet, a big excited smile on her face. Not long now, not long now...I can't stand waiting! she thought, irritated. She could happily sit down for a while...as long as food was involved, and from what Albie had told her, the food at Hogwarts was amazing. But the sorting had to be done before she could eat. Why does M have to be so far down the list? she mused, getting agitated as the wait went on. J...K...L...M!
"McAllister, Vera!" called the headmaster, and in almost no time at all, Vera had practically bounced to the stool to have the hat put on her head. It was really just as Albie had said. If only you could see me now, Albie, Vera thought, a little wistfully. She wished her brother was there to see her get sorted. But he was back in Scotland, starting his seventh year. Oh well. I know I won't be in Ravenclaw, like he is, she continued. Tapping her foot, Vera jiggled her knee up and down, not out of impatience (although it kind of was at the same time), but more for the fact that she had to be moving all the time. She wondered what house she'd be in...Gryffindor? Hufflepuff? Slytherin? Only the hat could tell her now...

"Why so sure you're not a Ravenclaw? You could be, you know. This could be the start of your family's legacy of Ravenclaws. No? Alright then. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Eliza walked to the great hall, her head bowed, afraid that other students would notice her. The sorting was a long process and Eliza didn't care if she break her neck by looking down. She hummed her secret lulluby and tried not to listen to the other students around her. She might hear comments about her, and she wouldn't really like that. And so she waited for her name to be called.
"Ashford, Eliza!" someone called in front.
Eliza walked to the stage, her head still bowed down. Even when they placed the sorting hat on top of her head, she was still bowing down. And now she gulped and waited for the final decision.

"I can see you want to be a Gryffindor. Unfortunately, I can't do that for you today. You're shy. Chin up now, come on, look at your peers. No? Well. You do seem to have ambition in you, regardless. Yes, why not? SLYTHERIN!"
 
Nixie was trembling with excitement as she stared around the Great Hall. It was far, far grander than she had ever imagined. She gazed at the walls and the intricate patterns on the walls. Her eyes were wide as saucers as though she was trying to drink in the beauty of the entire Hall at once. As she looked down at the long rows of intimidating students, her eyes settled upon the old, patched hat lying on a stool. Her heart skipped a beat as the names started being called out. She was so busy glancing about that she didn't here her name being called out. Someone gave her a little push so that she was suddenly stumbling between the tables. The floor seemed to stretch out in front of her, the Hat no more than a dot. Giving her spinning head a little shake, she continued to the Hat, shivering all over, grinning idiotically.
Her feet led her over too the stool faster than she realized. Her knees buckled and she grabbed the stool and seated herself. It seemed like forever as the Hat was placed on her head and it slipped down below her ears. Trying not to think of how silly she looked, she focussed on the blackness that surrounded her. Her heart pounded in her ears and she had no idea what to do, as she sat there in the darkness, holding her breath.

"You are most certainly a RAVENCLAW!"
 
One day Chree went to the Great Hall when she saw a lot of students. She asked someone what is going on someone then answered that they are getting sorted. She just stood there and murmurred to herself. She then decided to get sorted. "I know I can do this!, she murmurred to herself. When the name Voltree, Chree was called she stood up at once and sat. She was breathing deeply. To keep herself calm, she thought that when this gets over with, she may or may not prove that she's worth it. This maybe the moment of truth to see who she really is.

"You have wisdom beyond your years. Rowena would appreciate you. RAVENCLAW!"
 
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