The Sorting Ceremony

[Paul Dijon]

Paul entered the Great Hall where he saw many students that are being sorted. He was nervous but also excited. He heard stories of tests in order to be sorted. He then heard, "Dijon, Paul," and he marched right to the front of the hall. He was disappointed to see a musty old hat on top of the stool. Nevertheless he approached the hat with great enthusiasm. He thought for a minute that the hat would eat his head but it didn't hurt him. He said, "Phew. Well here I'm ready! I can't wait to be sorted! Personally I would pick Gryffindor."

"GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[James Woodlock]

James never gave much thought as to how he would feel when he walked up to the front of the Great Hall with every student starring at him as he approached the sorting hat. Personally, he didn't care which house he was sorted into but he mother had been putting a lot of pressure on him, hoping that he would be sorted into his father's house of Ravenclaw. The new first years were stopped in front of the old stool, the sorting hat sat on the stool and looked at all the first years and it felt like something was looking deep into James' soul, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

His name was called twice before James was snapped out of his trance and he made his way up to the chair. He slowly took a seat, as he looked on at all the students that were looking back at him. He wiped the sweat from his brow as the hat was lowered onto his head. A few moments of silence followed then the hat began to talk

"Ambitious... and like to have things your way. Well, this is quite simple. You're a SLYTHERIN!"

 

[Michiko Yamashita]

New Zealand was very different from Japan, and Michiko liked it very much. It was very peaceful here. The petite girl stood on her toes to see over the heads of the other unsorted students. With a last name beginning with a 'Y', Michiko had to wait a long time to be sorted. But she was a very patient girl, and was used to waiting. Finally, "Yamashita, Michiko!" Michiko heard her name, almost at the very end of the ceremony.

She walked up to the hat, and allowed a professor to place it on her head. She wondered what house she would be in. "I would like Slytherin. I like the colour green." she said quietly.

"Well it's a good thing I don't sort based on your preference of colour, isn't it? You're not best suited for Slytherin, not at all. You're most certainly a RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Sarah Bones]

As the unsorted students walked, Sarah Bones walked until they reached the very end. "Bones, Sarah!" was the next named called since her surname started with letter B.

She walked up quietly and placed the hat on her head.

"I wonder if could go to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Both seems fun."

"Hmm. You might do well in either... but your sense of loyalty and desire for fairness places you in HUFFLEPUFF!"

 

[Douglas Hurst]

Was that his name being called? Dougie had been so ingroced in his own thoughts that he hadn't been listening to the names being called out. As no one else stepped forward, he took the plunge and stepped forward to be sorted. There was a mixture of emotions running through his head but he mostly felt excitment, ready to begin his seven years at Hogwarts.

He sat down on the stool and allowed for the hat to be placed on his head. A mind reading hat, hmm Dougie wasn't convinced. 'Okay so if you read minds, what number am I thinking of?' He was thinking of nine thousand, eight hundred and seventy two.

"I'm not here for cheap party tricks, my boy. I'm here to decide your future! Now, what have we here... yes, yes. No doubt about it. SLYTHERIN!"

 

[Ali Cat]

she would be very nervous about abouts going to happen. When she steps up and put on the hat she is muttering Gryffindor under her breath. Once she has been soughted she jumps up very happliy and joins her new house.

"RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Claire Hutson]

Claire was anxious about being sorted, hoping she wouldn't be in Slytherin. Finally "Hutson,Claire" was called. Claire made her way up to the sorting hat. She was quite nervous. She sat down on the stool and the Sorting Hat was lowered onto her head. She thought "I'm scared!" She looked out at the sea of faces and saw her friend Hiria sitting at the Ravenclaw table, looking hopefully at her, because she wanted Claire to be in the same house as her.

"Yes, yes. RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Oliver Ashby]

Oliver stood proudly with the other first years. He found the whole sorting process terribly exciting, and couldn't wait for his turn. Having read about the houses already, Oliver thought he would probably become a Gryffindor. He certainly wasn't bright enough to be a Ravenclaw, and Slytherins seemed just plain mean. He did have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, but definitely not the hard-working aspect. So really, that only left Gryffindor. Oliver wasn't very good at guessing things though, so for all he knew, the sorting hat could decide that he belonged with the snakes. He doubted that, though.

"Ashby, Oliver."

Hearing his name called rather quickly, as after all, his surname did begin with an 'A', Oliver leapt forward, and made his way through the crowd. He seemed to have forgotten his manners in the excitement, and didn't notice when a few annoyed kids yelled 'watch it!' after being pushed past. Finally reaching the stage, Oliver hopped onto the stool and rubbed his hands together in anticipation. He wasn't nervous or worried at all about what houe he would be placed in.. All Oliver cared about was the feast, and getting to look forward to many adventures in the wonderful school over the next seven years.

As the sorting hat was placed on his head, the young boy thought, knowing that those thoughts would be heard. Sure, he wasn't very clever, but he'd found out a fair bit about Hogwarts from his sister over the years. "Hey mate, I trust you'll know what's best," Oliver grinned, drumming his hands on his knees as he waited for the hat to decide. He gave full trust to the sorting hat, and was rather honoured to have it on his head. Many strong people had been sorted by this very hat, and Oliver hoped to one day be right there with them in the history books.

"A perfect fit in GRYFFINDOR!"