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The Sorting Ceremony

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"What."

Standing in the supposed Great Hall of this Hogwarts place, most of the other eleven year olds were looking up at the hat with awe. Not Stella Catherine Thompson, alias Hax or Cat. No, she was playing with her portable computer, trying to access the internet. More to the point, trying to get it to operate. For Stella was quickly learning that electronic devices did not function normally inside the walls of Hogwarts. Which frustrated her to no end. How was she supposed to research, for one, without the internet? How was she going to function normally herself? She bit her lip, begrudgingly slipping her small computer in to her pocket. The mere thought of seven years without internet terrified her. It made her want to turn around and go home there and then. But she couldn't. She'd made a promise to her father that she'd give it a go, and so she was, as much as she hated the idea right now. Maybe she'd have so much fun and learn so much she'd forget about the internet. Ha, she doubted that.

"Thompson, Stella!"

"Oh snap," she mumbled. "I do not hear such a truth." With that, she walked up to the podium, glad people weren't really paying attention to the odd, boyish girl. She wasn't really one for being seen or being at the centre of attention. "I wonder if that hat's programmable. Surely it's got to have some sort of formula for deciding who gets in which house. But how does it derive the details? Perhaps there's a short couple of questions. Oh, that doesn't work. The hat sorted some people without too much difficulty already. Hmmm." And with that, the hat was lowered on to her head, obscuring her vision. Hi there, Mr. Sorting Hat. How do you function? I'm curious to know how you obtain your data for Sorting people in to different school houses. Back at my primary school, it was completely random selection. Though the houses were only colour based and nothing else. This is much more intriguing.

"Hello, Ms. Thompson. I 'function', as you so harshly put it, by magic. Something you're here to learn and which, ironically enough, prevents your muggle equipment from functioning properly. That should be interesting to see unfold before you. Data collection? Reading thoughts. Even the hidden ones. Right then. A house for you, shall we?Lots of questions from you... you'll be a great RAVENCLAW!"
 
Ashlynn marched with the rest of the first year kids into the Great Hall with her head held up high to look over the sea of bobbing heads, and her hands practically shaking with excitement. This was nothing like her school in Korea...it was so much awesomer, and Ashlynn couldn't wait to start. As she looked around, huge banners of different colors unfurled from the invisible ceiling; she could see the stars twinkling above them. There were reds and yellows and blues and greens and Ashlynn didn't know what they meant, but she didn't care. As long as she was having a good time. The headmaster soon informed the group that they were to be sorted. What was that? Ashlynn shrugged. Whatever. As each student's name was called, he or she walked up in front of the hall to a stool where there sat an old and tattered hat. Ashlynn gave it a piercing stare. She wondered what it was thinking, if it could think at all. Heck, it was just a hat after all. She had better ones at home.

Soon, her name was being called as well. "Lee, Ashlynn!" She walked up with confidence and plopped herself down on the stool, sitting with her shoulders slouched forward from years of swimming as the hat was placed over her head. Ashlynn let out a laugh as she thought about how stupid she must look with this hat on her head. Oh how her friends at home would laugh. She was a fashionable young girl, but this...was rather strange. Clearing her throat, she calmed herself and waited to be sorted.

"I can assure you that at one time I was the height of Wizarding fashion. And, as history has proven to us through its repetition - I will be again in time. Fashion aside, you are a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Kovu stepped into the Great Hall of Hogwarts New Zealand. He felt a large amount of pride surge through him at the knowledge that none of his brothers had been in this place before him. It meant that Kovu was more well-behaved. Better than his brothers. A small grin slipping onto his face, Kovu brushed past a few other people waiting to be sorted and moved to the front of the row. Staring up at the shocked faces, Kovu wondered what house he would be sorted into. He didn't know much about them at all. As he was glancing around at the colours and animals on the different house banners, Kovu was called up. He felt his heart give a strong beat in his chest. He couldn't find himself being nervous, even when all eyes were on him. He sat down on the stool and waited for what the hat would say. Wait until he told his family that you put a hat on to decide where you will best fit in. They probably wouldn't believe it.

"You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Briony stood very still and assumed an air of confidence. Inside she wondered why she had ever been accepted to Hogwarts. This was far too public for her as she preferred to keep her world safe inside her head. When her name was called, she suffered internal fright, but walked slowly up to the podium and sat on the chair. Once there, knowing she could not control the outcome, she sat very still and waited.

"Another one for HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Elizabeth entered the great hall and marvelled at all the amazing sights and noises. There were alot more people there than she thought there would be. She smiled and took a seat not far from her friends. As she watched a few people she knew be sorted she smiled. She knew that Oscar would make a great Ravenclaw. Elizabeth wasn't too nervous about what was going to happen. As her name was called she walked calmly onto the stage and took a seat on the stool. "Do your thing" She said to the hat as she placed it on her head. As she waited she seemed rather excited that she had a talking hat on her head that could read her thoughts. As it worked its magic Elizabeth thought in her head. Gryffindor please. She knew about the traits of Gryffindors as her brothers girlfriend was one. She thought that she would make a perfect Gryffindor, but didn't want to sound so sure of herself. She waited expectantly for the hats reply.

"You seem quite anxious for Gryffindor. You could be a Hufflepuff, too. No? Alright. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Alexandria Black walked into the Hall with the rest of the students. She looked up as some weedy little kid sat trembling on the stool. She wondered what they were so afraid of, when they placed something on his head. Unfortunately, she couldn't see from her angle, so she pushed another kid out of the way. A hat? They were terrified of a hat? They sorted students with a hat? She had just decided that everyone at this school was crazy, when the hat spoke. It was some weird word, she recognised it as one of the houses names. She heard her name being called, and shoved through the crowd. She walked up to the stool, and sat down. Seeing the sea of students staring up at her, she swallowed and looked for something else to occupy her mind. Ooh, nice silver, that'd be worth a bit... She felt the hat on her head, and thought about what an idiot she looked. Suddenly the hat spoke, and she froze.

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Odd step into the great hall with his unmarked uniform. He looked like a complete turd if someone was to ask him right about now. The neck tie was put on to tight, the robes drag as he walk, and the shirt was completely to white. Figure. Mom and her washing machine, he thought immediately. This time he couldn't blame it on his mom though, it smell freshly new, to new. Right forgot that shop, yes that shop. That very one, what was it called again? Odd was to busy in his thoughts that he didn't realize his name was being repeated many times. "Malcolm, Odd will you please come forward!" said the old man. Odd eyes lift to stare at the man for a brief moment, "Right I'm coming" he call out, ignoring the snickers that lead behind him as he walk forward. Stepping up he sat down on the stool. The hat fell right on his head, he waited for the hat to works its magic. Oh great magic hat of Merlin? Put me where I belong, he snorted as he thought about Merlin. He still wasn't taking this in, this all magic school. Odd still couldn't believe it actually existed.

"I suppose you're most suited for... RAVENCLAW!"
 
Sapphire fiddled with her necktie as she looked great hall. Her uniform was neat and pressed while there where a few additives that made the mark of Bella-Donna Manor nearly invisible. She hated the mark and would do anything to cover it up. She was grateful that it was placed low on her neck so it wasn't that hard to hide it. She could still feel the eyes of the Great Hall watching her, judging her. Was she worthy of being here. She had gotten her letter yes but was she worthy of being in the same school who's lives where without a doubt better than her's had been.

She watched as the A's went up to the hat then the B's. The C's came up and Sapphire's heart leaped up into her throat. "Clow, Sapphire" Boomed across the hall. Had it been this loud when Jade and Jasper gone through this? Sapphire wanted to put her hands over her ears but knew that she couldn't. Instead she made her feet carry her up to Hat which was going to decide which faces she was going to see the most for the next few years. Would they be kind to her as she would be to them? She could only hope. There had been many that had been kind to her during her short treks into the lands around this place.

Sapphire finally got up to the Sorting Hat and sat down on the stool. She placed her heads on her lap then let the Hat plunge her into darkness. She could feel something probing into her mind all of a sudden. Can you see it Mr. Hat? My tragedy? Don't think little of me because of it. I want to be a student here most of all. She said then closed her eyes. She had read up on the houses and wanted to be a Ravenclaw most of all but she didn't know if the Hat would find her worthy of even being a student here.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
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To say Brianna was nervous would be quite an understatement. The poor girl was absolutely terrified, she was a mere eleven year old in the great hall packed full of people she would have to see all the time now, even if she never spoke to them. Sure the older kids wouldn't pay much mind to a little first year girl but she still felt the need to make a good impression on the school as a whole. Which is why instead of bolting about the place like an out of control firecracker she was dead silent amongst the crowd of tiny people, all feeling as she was but that was absolutely no consolation for the bundle of nerves that was once known as Brianna Paramore. Luckily they did not have to stand too long under what seemed to be the judgement of a thousand pairs of eyeballs before the names started to be called. But unfortunately due to her last name it would still be a good while before Brianna was put out of her misery.

Once the O's were finished Brianna felt as if she had been standing there waiting a lifetime. She was not the most patient of people and she really didn't like crowds. Being in front of them or near them, or even on the edges of them the didn't mind but being in the middle of them? It sent her into a near panic attack, curse her Demophobia! Either way when she finally heard "Paramore, Brianna!" being called out she just about ran out of the much smaller group up to the small stool where she jammed the hat on her head. Erm... Mr.Hat? Is there any means of communication I can use or am I just thinking to noone here? Well, I guess it's not like you can answer me if the latters true but I suppose it doesn't hurt to try anyways. Though I don't really know what I can say, I'm not too good with these things you see. Oh rats I had it all so well before I came up here! That always happens to me! Curse me and my scattered mind! I swear it's like someone dropped it a couple times before they gave it to me. But ANYWAYS I'm getting off subject here, sorry about that. The way I'm going I'm not really suited for any of the houses am I? Certainly not Ravenclaw material like my mother or sisters, man do I have something to live up to. Kailey being Head Girl... Both twins being pro quidditch players now and even Lunas prefect, all Ravenclaw too. Please if nowhere really seems to fit me could you please just shove me in there to fit in with the rest of the family? If you can hear this I'm really happy with anything. If not... Well then this whole train of thought has been a waste of my time hasn't it?

Unable to get a word in edgewise, the hat finally spoke: "GRYFFINDOR!"
 
The sky above Delphi wasn’t real. It was dark and magical with floating objects just suspended in mid-air giving off light. The tables next to the first years were laden with students from second year up, all anxiously awaiting to see who would be sorted into their house. The expecting faces of the houses frightened Delphi for a second, would they care if she wasn’t in their house? Surely none of them would approach her and ask why she wasn’t in Hufflepuff or one of the others would they? The smiling face of a student waving at the fresh meat to the school calmed her slightly. These people would actually want her to be in their house. A drifting chant blanketed the hall and Delphi turned her head towards the ratty old hat that exuded wisdom and a strange charismatic magic. Even the stool it sat on seemed foreign to her. The last lilt rang out above their heads and finally it was time the sorting begun. The first name was called and Delphi felt her gut wrench.

On the train here Delphi had started reading everything she could about this world, not having known about it growing up. The reasons why weren’t known, her parents refused to tell. And having been picked up from her home and dropped on the other end of the Island just weeks before being transported here had made her wish she was a Squib and could just stay up north. But now, with no going back, the idea seemed like she might actually like it. She had always been interested in Magic and to be fair she had done things as a kid that she shouldn’t have been able to. Reading up on the train had benefitted her; this strange sky she saw above her was no longer creepy, just magical. And she knew about the houses, knew people in history who had graduated out of each of these dorms and yet didn’t care which she was sorted into.

Philadelphia’s name was called out and her feet chose to ignore the screaming in her head. The stool sat waiting for her and she didn’t disappoint. Sitting on that stool made everything clear. As the hat came down on her head she realized this is where she wanted to be. This was her life now. All that she needed was to be sorted.

"Yes, and now you have been sorted. You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Lance stood quietly among the other students. He looks around and guesses that most of these students aren't muggle born like him. And why is he here, anyway? Everyone seems so knowledgeable. And where on earth was Dylan? His brother ought to be beside him. In anyways, Lance shouldn't be bothered about things like knowledge and experience right now. He was invited to study here too, and it means that he is worth it. Why would he care about pure bloods and half bloods and even mixed bloods? As long as he has magical abilities, it means that he at least has a chance to be better than muggles themselves. But enough with these thoughts, his name was finally called. "Lance Vladimir!"

Lance walked up to the Sorting Hat, now free of the doubts he felt just a moment ago, he waited for the Sorting Hat's decision. "I hope it's not Slytherin." he whispered, half speaking to the Sorting Hat, half talking to himself.

"You blame others enough to be in Slytherin. But no, you're not cunning and scheming so you can always come out on top. You'll be a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Margarette walk to the great hall with excitement with the other unsorted students. They stood in front of a man, a group of professors and 3-legged stool with a hat above it. Five students were called followed by her name. "Lipayon, Margarette." the man called. She walked to the stool with excitement replaced by nervous as she sat on the stool. "Mr. Hat, sir. Please get this over with." Margarette said nervously as the hat almost covered her eyes.

"As you wish. RAVENCLAW!"
 
Madlyn was just about the biggest first year you ever did see. A lengthy height of 6'5 and just about the size of a girl twice her age she ought to be! " A better appearances would've been wicked with my skate board" she said this annoyed and bane that school's staff decided to take her board away once she step foot inside Hogwarts castle. "Its not like I'm gonna fall or anything. I can hold myself fairly well" Madlyn continued her little rant even as she walk her way down to the sorting section. She found it insulting that they would think she harm anyone. "Wait till they see me boarding" her voice was a bit to audible to be called a harsh murmur.

Bad enough she had about every eyes that were inventive to her every move. She be knocking heads over by the way they were looking, "What you never see a half-giant before-" she wanted to add to her previous rant. Madlyn held her tongue though, it was that young adolescent mind taking over again. She needed to stop worrying, not that she ever did. Just this particular moment was nerve recking for anyone. It was natural to feel this way. Least she wasn't alone, soon enough she be normal again.

"Margera, Madlyn!" Madlyn heard her name being shouted. She stroll pass the small first years who didn't hesitate to let her pass. She made her way finally reaching the stool. But it was gone with the second she got there, instead a big chair was bestowed right were the stool had been. Must've knew she was coming she thought and sat down without much of a worried anymore. The sorting had was place on her head, Madlyn close her eyes taking slow breaths. It all counted for this to happen she waited for the sorting to take place.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
'I wish this won't last long.' Luciela thought as she pushed through the crowd of students blocking her way to the front. Some of them tried to push Luciela back, but that won't stop her. She pushed them harder until one lied sprawled on the ground. When a professor looked to Luciela's direction, she quickly pulled the student up, giving a fake smile. She won't give a bad impression on these professors yet.

"Luciela di Raniari!"

Luciela looked up at the Sorting Hat and then to the professors who were all looking at her. She smiled confidently and stepped up to the chair where she's be asked to sit down and wait patiently for the Sorting Hat to look into her. Before sitting down, she looked at the Sorting Hat and said, "Greetings? I hope this wouldn't last long." Her tone wasn't friendly at all. She knew that the Sorting Hat would know what she really was and it's useless trying to act friendly to it. When Luciela sat down, she watched the students and wondered what House they're going to be in. 'I bet that stupid-looking girl would be thrown out of the school in no time.' she thought and tried to stop herself from laughing out loud. Instead, she tried to look up at the hat. "It's Slytherin, right?" she whispered in a sort of joking way.

"Of course it's Slytherin." The hat whispered in reply, "SLYTHERIN!"
 
Casper ran inside the great hall. Apparently, he was late, and Hayley left him sleeping inside the house. Girls were giggling around him, but he was too busy looking for Hayley. And when he did find her, she was already sorted and was sitting with the Slytherins at their table. "Oh great." he muttered and looked up at the sorting hat. And fortunately, he wouldn't wait for his turn, because someone had already called his name.

He went to the sorting hat and sighed. "Please get this over with."

"Why do all the Gryffindors want to get this over with quickly? That's right. GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Margaux walked to the great hall, with great awesomeness and excitement, together with the other unsorted students. They walked up to in front of a man with a stool and a hat over it which they call the Sorting Hat. The man pulled out a piece of parchment and called "Kodaka, Margaux.". She walked slowly because she was now nervous being the first one to be called. When she sat on the stool the man put the hat on her head covering her eyes so she saw a field of darkness. "Mr. Hat please get this over with because it's really dark" she whispered to the hat.

"Hmm. No, you can't be a Gryffindor. Much too nervous. Although... no. Not you. You're a friendly-type. Why not... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Collin went with the crowd, he couldn't find his sister since there were too many of them. He just realize that his first name starts with a "C" which mean that he would be sorted first. He then look at the ground as he swore under his breath. His pulse raised even though it wasn't that fast, he took a deep breath as he heard his name being called.

Collin Jin

He smile as he walk towards the stool and sat on it. He pictured him self being in a private library of his along with the muggle books. He couldn't wait until he get to read books and learn new things here, his smile grew wider.
"It's an honor to be sorted by you, sir" He said to the sorting hat politely. Collin had wished he would be in Ravenclaws.

"If you keep sorting yourselves, what's my use? RAVENCLAW!"
 
The new students are supposed to stand until they get sorted. But Sasha was so tired that she asked on older student if she could sit down even just for a short moment. The kindly older student said Sasha could sit. But when she sat down, her name was called. "Sasha Bellstorm!" Sasha sneered and shook her head. She stood up and went to the place where they're supposed to put the sorting hat on her head. Sasha thought it was really uncomfortable (Sasha doesn't like wearing hats) but she knew she needed to be patient. As the sorting hat was apparently rummaging through Sasha's head, she was thinking about things that could possibly happen when she's sorted to Slytherin. It would be happy, Sasha thought. But she's always happy, so who knows. Sasha waited for the Sorting Hat to speak and tell her where she'll be in for the rest of the school year.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Jai shuffled up in the line of students waiting, displeased to note that they were going alphabetically and that he would be among the first. Perhaps if he'd been with his real parents he might have had a different, more convenient surname. However pointless the thought was, Jai so far had nothing better to do than indulge in it. Most other students were probably fascinated by the wonder that was Hogwarts and were trembling with nerves at the thought of being sorted, but Jai found himself entirely uninterested in such things. He'd go where he'd go and there'd be nothing more too it. The more his fellow first years began to whisper, the more he began to listen and wonder whether he's been in Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw or perhaps Slytherin. Which was the best house to be in? Ravenclaw sounded alright, since it was for clever people, the other children said. Slytherin was a bad house, one girl mentioned. Jai scoffed inwardly. It must be tiresome to be so ignorant. No house was better than the other. They were just houses. The only thing Jai hoped was that he was in a house that had quiet, non-invasive people in it. Apparently Hufflepuff was good for that.

"Dionysus, Jai!"

Jai hid his spontaneous panic masterfully and stalked up towards the hat. Despite the fact that he secretly wanted to demand the hat tell him which it thought was the better house, Jai had long ago resolved to be indifferent, and so he was. A hat might as well not have an opinion about it since it was only telling him what was in his heart. Well; not really. But that had to be relevant to the house he was going on. Jai seated himself gloomily on the stool and waited as the hat was placed onto his head, then down over his eyes. It was dark and pleasant beneath the hat; he couldn't see anyone and the noise of the hall was muffled silently. The boy closed his eyes and waited to be placed in a house. At the last moment, the boy thought truly and involuntarily; I want Slytherin.

"Yes, I could tell you do. Glad you realized it. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Dymetris can't believe that today, he will be sorted, he walk at the back of the line with other aspiring boys. That's when he saw Isabella in front, he wouldn't forget her long blond hair that swings as she walks. As the group stopped in front of the podium, a man spoke, welcoming everyone and calling the new students one by one alphabetically. When its his turn, he walked in front and looked at Isabella, but she seems not heard his name and looked away. Dymetris sigh and continue walking at the podium and sat at the high stoll while the man put the old hat at the top of his head. Please, just sort me where I belong. And do it to Isabella too. Dymetris thought still looking at Isabella, how he missed that face, he wanted to hug her and all but he can't. Dymetris waited for the hat to say something.

"That's all I do, my boy. You, for instance, belong in HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Armand smiled at the crowd and was really happy that these students would be his classmates. He wasn't so much of a superficial person and as long as he had friends, he wouldn't care who they are. He patiently watched as the students are clled on by one to the stage to be sorted. He saw the sorting hat, of course. And Armand hoped the hat would be clean enough because they're going to put it on his head. Armand wondered where his sisters were. Since the party, he hasn't seen them. But in anyways, he also wondered what House they'll be in this school year. He hoped Marianne and Cosette would be in the same House. But it's rather impossible. The three's personalities are really different.

"Armand Mayfair!"

Armand was startled to hear his name being shouted as though he was in a market. But he quickly realized that it was already his turn to be sorted. Armand sat down on the chair and waited for the hat to be placed on his head. Fortunately, it was clean. Armand sighed and he didn't care anymore what House he'll be in.

"You are very HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Gazing around at the other students, Indie noticed they all seemed preoccupied by the sky above them and the sorting hat. However, Indie's main focus was the table in front of them, there sat her teachers, the people she would come to trust or avoid in the years to come. Whatever house she was sorted into didn't matter. It was these witches and wizards in front of her that really mattered. She surveyed the faces of her mentors and based only on assumptions and looks, chose who she would like and who she would hate. Of course the subjects they taught escaped her mind, not knowing their names, but Indiana was the type of girl who made impressions and usually stuck with them. She tore herself away from the gaze of a teacher and looked around this majestic castle hall. Ever since she had been told that she was a witch she had been overjoyed. No more crappy life for her. Now she would be somebody.

The lines moved quickly, names being read out and sorted in less than a minute each. Delphi had told her that the hat would sort her into a house based on her thoughts and desires. This worried Indie. Surely she wouldn't end somewhere different from Delphi? And then in a flash it was her turn. "King-Dixon, Indie." Fear ripped through her as she walked up the steps to that hat. 'I heard you base our houses on what we want and what we think. I know it's a lot to ask from a hat that I just met but please, please, let me be in the same house as my sister's.' Then it was down to the sorting hat.

"I don't take requests based off people in the houses, just off of what you might prefer based on your personality. Fortunately, you, too, belong in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Chihiro stood still as she saw the castle in awe. She could see some of her acquaintance who were sorted, she look at them and then look back to the stool. She tidy her hair as she waited for several minutes since she was bored. She then eyed the girl next to her in detail, she wanted to know anything, everything about other people and also about the school. She had forgotten that she was suppose to be sorted until her name was called "Aiko Chihiro!"
"Oh right" She stood up as her heart race faster but not too fast. The eyes of the pupils were on her, she loved it and hate it in the same time. She then sat on the stool calmly as she observe everything, she wanted to laugh when she saw the nervous faces of the unsorted students. After all it was just sorting. She then took a deep breath as the hat was placed on her head.

"SLYTHERIN!"
 
Lapis looked excitedly over heads in the sea of First Years in front of her. Despite being tall for her age, she could only glimpse the Sorting Hat's uppermost peak. Lapis tried and failed to not et her nervousness show. She knew the importance of the Sorting Hat's decision, knew that it would affect her entire time at Hogwarts. She hoped desperately that it would make the right choice. Lapis waited, standing tense and still, for what seemed like hours but must only be a few minutes. Finally, her name was called.

Despite that strange desperation she felt, Lapis was amazingly calm as she walked towards the stool. She looked at the midnight black Hat with reverence before sitting down, and waited for it to be placed on her head. The mind inside that head was whirling with last-minute fears and hopes, which she did her best to ignore. The Sorting Hat felt surprisingly light, and Lapis rolled her eyes up to look at its brim. She took a deep breath as the Hat announced its decision.

"Your desire to learn places you in RAVENCLAW!"
 
Daniel stood in line with the other students watching the sorting hat be placed on each students head. A brief thought that perhaps he was not magical enough to be sorted crossed his mind, but he quickly disregarded that thought and bravely stepped up to the stool when his name was called forth. His heart beat madly, but on his face was a brave grin. He sat in the stool and suddenly noticed his sister Briony sitting amongst the Ravenclaws watching him with blatant interest. He wondered if he would be in the same house as her, since they were siblings after all. He hoped not, she was somewhat overbearing and clingy when they were together. He did feel a bit sorry for her, since she had always had a hard time making friends.

No matter. The hat was placed on his head, and Daniel closed his eyes, and waited to hear the voice tell him where he would go for the next seven years.

"Not the brightest, are you? No, no. That's fine. Calm down. Intelligence isn't everything. You've plenty of courage in you. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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