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The Sorting Ceremony

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Kenzington Cross walked fairly nonchalantly for a first year. Watching her blue eyes scanning the hall, an observer would note first a lack of the nerves that seemed to be common among her peers and next a twinkling light of mischief. Kenzington had been waiting for this day since before she could remember, but now that it had arrived she felt no particular excitement, merely a calm sense of return. Why she should feel so was a mystery, she had never before set foot in the vast hall, and yet, the feeling was there all the same.

As of yet, young Kenzington was unaware that her best friend was located merely a few paces behind her, in fact, she was still unaware that her friend was even a witch; therefore, she lacked the overwhelming desire to be placed in the same house as Delphi. Had she known, well, it would be an entirely different story.

Kenzi watched as others went before her, taking thier turn at being put in the place that would shape thier destiny. She clapped for each one, genuinely happy when a fellow student seemed to agree with the hats decision, and feeling pings of pain and sympathy for those who did not. Before long, her own name was being called, and Kenzington found her feet leading her to the front of the hall. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes, gently placing the hat atop her head and waiting to see where it was she would now call home.

"You'll do best in... RAVENCLAW!"
 
Marianne was among the 1st year Hogwarts students who awaited their turn for the sorting hat. She scanned the room, first seeing her fellow first years. A great majority were nervous and anxious, some tried to act cool and look smug but she could see that their legs are shaking. She scoffed and said, "Don't try to act tough, I could see right through your act." But no one heard her, so she scanned the room again. She found a few people who were either bored or day dreaming. She was really intrigued and wanted to talk to them. So she just moved her foot when she heard, "Mayfair, Marianne." Her feet felt cold and her stomach felt emptier. She walked sluggishly, she felt really nervous and anxious. But she fixed her posture and walked graciously when she saw the hat. She thought, "I won't let this sorting beat me down, I'll just walk up and let things happen." Finally, she sat on the stool and placed the hat on her head. It felt dirty and musty, so she cringed. She then proceeded to say to the hat, "I'm ready," and waited for its decision.

"Your ambitions and desire to reach your goals places you in SLYTHERIN!"
 
Alistair was giddy with excitement as he lined up with all the first years in the great hall. He noticed a student by him who is shaking with fear. He happily said, "Oh don't be nervous! This is exciting! I don't think the hat will eat your head, but that would be fun though." The student just stared at him, so he grabbed the student's hands and raised them with his own. He shouted, "Come now! It will be fine!." But the student just stared and quickly drew his hands back. Alistair was about to talk when he heard, "Knight, Alistair," so he fixed his robes and skipped to the stool. He sat at the stool and placed the hat on his head but he felt uncomfortable so e took a few seconds to adjust it a bit. Then he said to the hat, "Oh I wish to be Ravenclaw, I heard a lot of bustling minds are there! But of course it's your decision." So he just sat there as he awaited for the words of the hat.

"As you wish... RAVENCLAW!"
 
Conor felt that he was being suffocated in this very cramp space. He thought angrily, "They call this place a great hall? It feels like a fish market in here." But he complied and just thought to himself that this is the best for him. He got bored, so he took out his wand and played with it while waiting. He didn't know any spells so he just tossed it back and forth with his had. He then heard his name from a professor so he pocketed his wand and tried to go to the front of the hall. He then noticed a shivering girl so he stopped for a second and said, "If you can't handle a simple thing like this, I don't think you would amount to be a witch. You should just go home and do something worth while. You're just wasting everyone's time here.Well I don't expect anyone here to excel at anything, such a simple task yet they cower. Sigh, I must go and pursue my needs." He didn't see the girl's reaction because he was hastily going to the front. He grabbed the hat and placed it on his head. He then talked to the hat and said, "I think you and me know where I'm going, but if you say I'm fit somewhere else, I won't object. I think I'll even have more fun on the other Houses." He sat there waiting for the hat's decision in front of the whole school.

"Haha. You seem quite wise, with that. No matter, it doesn't change the fact that you're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
"This is it!" Hyacin told herself loud enough that students in the great hall was looking at her. She looked at them and smiled. It's her turn to be sorted now,she can feel her heart struggling to get out of her rib cage. She walked down the aisle of the great hall toward the sorting hat.She sat and someone put the hat on her head.She jumped when the sorting hat talked ...

"You're a... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
The great hall was crowded by different students, some were gossiping and even laughing as if they were in a market or something. At times Cosette hated noise and most of all rowdy places. Along with her was her flute case, she didn't care if it was improper to bring it with her at the sorting Ceremony. Cosette also wondered if her Brother and Sister was sorted already. She did wanted to be with the same house as them but theres a urge saying to her that it just can't be. Looking at the blank faces of some other students who seems to be frightened and worried, she ignored them. Cosette then noticed she was just standing all along , she then started to walk gracefully. All eyes were on her, Cosette's eyes were normal not fiery or anything. As her auburn her started to move, she started to grin the the guys looking at her.
"Mayfair, Cosette" the old man announced out loud. Upon hearing her name she came forward to start the sorting.

"Bit of everything, are you? Intelligent, adventurous, loyal, timid, friendly. You're just not a Slytherin. No, not Slytherin at all. So what are you? Hmmm... How about... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
My name was called and I walked forward and I sat down and the sorting hat has been put in my head.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
Sorting finally begun, a new year for newbies. Quincy was one of them, she had a innocent face. It was obvious that the other students seem to be anxious and excited to be sorted. Quincy didn't feel anything, she just wanted tis to be over so she could finally attend the classes in Hogwarts. Quincy started to remember her family mostly her older brother Enzo. Even though he treats her like a baby and at time he teases or rather annoys her. Quincy always loves him.Then as Quincy was busy imagining she heard her name was called."Cavell, Quincy Ashe" said the headmaster. She the walked forward in front as the different students stared at her. " "Fools" she hissed. The sorting hat was placed above her head, still Quincy continued to stare at the students. There was something about Quincy's eyes that will totally scare you. She never expected to be in any house at all, but only hoped to be away from the Hufflepuff. Quincy then waited for the result.

"Not Hufflepuff? Hmm. I think that's where you'll be most accepted and learn the most. Yes, you'll be a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Sofiajade entered the Great Hall along with the other students. She let her eyes roam the entire place and was completely in awe in everything she had seen. They stopped in the middle of the platform and names are called and one by one each student is asked to take a seat on a stool and a moldy looking hat is placed in at the top of their heads. Then she heard her name called, "Evans, Sofiajade". She took her seat and closed her eyes, hoping for the best.

"I do not look moldy, thank you very much! That's not a very nice thing to think. Hmm... you're still a HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Melanie entered the hall with the rest of the midgets. They were all probably younger than her anyway. She had a couple of days to settle in before her birthday arrived and then, hopefully, she would already have friends to celebrate with. The taller girl shook her head, getting rid of the thoughts, and paid attention to the sorting. She was near to last on the list, being a White after all.

Eventually, the list reached White, Melanie. She skipped her way up to the stool, looking as innocent as ever, and took a seat. Her browny-blonde hair was messed up under the hat but, luckily, she wasn't one of the girls' who cared about their hair. Hello Mr hat, I'm sure you are looking through my head so I won't pretand to be nice. Just put me in my house and let me go. She thought to the hat and waited for her placement. She would probably make Slytherin or Gryffindor. She wasn't very smart or witty and she definately wasn't loyal. She was, however, brave and cunning.

"You're a SLYTHERIN!"
 
Ashton sauntered into the great hall like the rest of the unsorted. The voices inside his mind were silent for the time being. You would think he Being happy about this was difficult when you've just lost part of your family months ago. Ashton would've prolly been in Hogwarts, Scotlant if they had been alive. But due to unfortunate events he was sent to live with his sister Leah, who didn't seem so welcoming in her home. Ashton knew she meant well, but why would anyone bother to be his keeper. He clearly understood why his sister wouldn't want him around long but now that he was in hogwarts he had a sanctuary of his own. Though his face didn't lit up like the rest of the unsorted, instead he look null. Expressing very little emotions even when his name was called. "Winters, Ashton!" Ashton step forward and took his place on the stool the sorting hat place on his head, his eyes looked forward. If he had to chose he would pick Ravenclaw but just to stay in the favor of his sister he would go with Slytherin. No, Ravenclaw please, I'm nothing like the voices. Put me in Ravenclaw!

"You're not a Ravenclaw, I fear. You're pretty bright, but you've no interest in learning it seems... or very little. No, I'm not sure where to put you. Right then, HUFFLEPUFF it is!"
 
General walked fast with the other unsorted students in coming to the Great Hall. They stood in front of a man, a stool and the Sorting Hat. A couple of students were called followed by his name, "Nacino, General" the man said so he walked slowly to the stool and sat down as the man put the hat on his head. "Please get this easily over with." he whispered to the hat.

"Oh, don't worry! This is plenty easy for you. Oh. You were concerned with you, weren't you? Well, fine then. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Natalie walked in the ginormous hall. she felt her natural swagger pick up as she notcied the hundreds of eyes glued to her and the other first years. She looked up at the stary ceiling. when they stopped, prefessor McGonagall went through the procedures. Natalie watched as the sea of first years she was absorbed in lessend. Confident, she twisted her soft brown curls in her fingers. "Natalie Hotspring." McGonagall called out. Natalie skipped up to the stool and sat down. The whole room was suddenly replaced by the darkness of the hat covering her sparkly green eyes.

"SLYTHERIN!"
Please read our Site Documentation and note the site's history. It is the year 2025, and this is not Hogwarts in Scotland. Professor McGonagall is not a professor, nor is she roleplayed as placing the hate on Natalie's head.
 
Schuyler was walking up to the hat for her sorting. She felt a little nervous but she still managed to smile. She was looking at the looking all over the students and the professors who were there. This is the moment, she thought. While she was near to the time the hat would put on her head, her hands were trembling. When the hat was put on her head, she closed her eyes. Goodluck, she said to herself.

"You might do well in Hufflepuff... but no. You're adventurous. I can see you in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
The day had come. Sorting. Carson could not even hide her excitment. Finally after all these weeks wondering New Zealand, making a friend here and there, but most importantly searching and failing at finding a beach, Carson was more than ready to place the magical sorting hat on her head and see where she belonged. Unlike many of the students, Carson had no fear as to where she would be placed. In a book, that her father had gotten the day Carson recieved her acceptance letter, it stated that that sorting hat was never wrong. That the hat would place Carson in one of four houses. The houses were strange to say the least in the mind of this young child. Each house seemed to have it's own set of characteristics yet at the same time Carson could only imagine that she help a bit of all the traits. Maybe that was why sorting was so important. You never quite knew which house you would be in or which trait would shine above the rest on that day.

As Carson entered the great hall her blue eyes grew wide. Wow She thought looking around, taking in the scenery. So many people. Some looking scared to death others looking way too cocky for their own good. Then there was Carson who was surprised, excited, and curious. Surprised at home the books didn't do this place justice. It was nothing short from amazing. Surprised that she was actually here. Surprised that her name would soon be called and she would have her spotlight, the spotlight that secretly and well most times not so secretly craved. Excited to see where she belonged. Excited to meet new people. Excited to make this school her own in more than one way. Then curious. Though the saying always stated that curiousity killed the cat, Carson still remained quite curious in her nature. She was curious as to how this school ran. How she would see how it ticked and curious as to see who and what she would and could get involved with.

Names were listed off and Carson hated that her last name was so far back. West. God why couldn't her last name be Anthe or Apple. Or anything other than West. Really Carson loved her last name for it represented so much more than a place in line or a role call for sorting. It represented her family. But at this time and place all she could think about was how much she wanted to get up to that stool and have that hat placed over her head. Not only did Carson love hats but this hat was better than all the top hats and baseball caps that she owned. Note to self get a witch hat Carson thought as she waited her turn patiently, her foot tapping ever so slightly with one of the three emotions above probably excitement to tell the truth.

Finally her name was called. West, Carson. A small squeak of excitement left her mouth as she laughed quietly at her own reaction. Walking up in her ballet flats and up most confidence she took a seat on the stool crossing her legs as her mother taught her was proper. The hat was placed on her head and a smile slipped on her face. Carson wondered first off how she looked in this hat. It could be a new fashion tread. Though that thought soon faded as her other thoughts took over. Sorting today She thought almost as if she was talking to the hat for reasons beyond her knowledge. I don't know where I belong. Father things Ravenclaw. Mother thinks Slytherin. I don't really care actually. I don't really care about school but I do well so I don't know if Ravenclaw fits me. I'm not mean, but I like to get things done sometimes but any means possible. Does that mean Slytherin. I'm not so sure. I think Gryffindor would be cool. Lots of fun adverturous await me. But am I brave. I never really tested that theory. Then there is Hufflepuff. Nice and just. I guess I'm nice, but I've never had anyone cross me to really determine that. And just well I guess, not really. Any of the houses would due though. I mean each of us has a bit of them all. It is up to you, as the books read, to pick which one fits best. She thought the smile never leaving her face as the hat spoke.

"Shhh! How am I to sort you with all your thoughts muddling about your mind. Just relax. You needn't sort yourself! That's why I'm here! Your father says Ravenclaw? Hmm. I could see that. You're bright, and love to learn.... Your mother thinks Slytherin? I suppose you do look out for yourself a fair deal, but not to the extent that many others who sit beneath me do. No, you're no Slytherin. You like adventure, hmmm? Yes, I suspected as much. Pay your parents no mind - there is a reason they haven't my job. You're certainly a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Oliver Hazard-Perry was in the great hall and was waiting for his sorting. He was calmed not like the other students near him. When his name was called, he walked up to the hat to put it on his head. As usual, he was calmed looking around the whole great hall. He was staring with other students who seemed to him that was trembling in their nervous. " I want this to end. ", he told himself. By the time the hat was put on his head, he was smiling.

"I'll make this quick for you, then. HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
It's fine, Tyrori­s, you are going to be fine. At least you aren't eleven like the others. You can do this, Tyrori­s thought. He chanted this mantra from the moment he entered the hall until his name was called.
"Tyroris Coiva!"
He blinked and looked around. The first years surrounding him were staring right at him. He blushed and realised that he should probably move immediately. He gently elbowed his way through the crowd of tiny people, his stomach fluttering.
There it was; the stool. And there was the hat, sitting immobile and ancient. He closed his eyes for a moment them climbed up the steps, reached out and lifted the hat, sat down and lowered the hat onto his head ... Any minute now ...


"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Sam had butterflies in her stomach and was starting to feel slightly sick she didn't think she had ever been this nervous before in her life. When her name was called she could feel her hands shaking and she could feel all the eyes that were watching her as she walked up and the hat was placed on her head. Please let this be quick she thought as she saw all the faces looking at her from there places at the house tables.

"RAVENCLAW!"
 
"Makwa, Makaylah!" Makaylah heard her name and shouted up at once fixing her skirt as she step forward. For the first time in her young life she was nervous. So nervous that it show when she frigid with her skirt making sure each sides were flat. Makaylah step forward, taking slow steady breath, she sat down waiting for her time to happen. The hat slipped onto her head, the over size hat covering half her face. It was to big but she didn't complain, all she did was waited. In a couple minutes she will know what house she belong too. Exciting and thrilling as it felt, Makaylah held herself still afraid she would fall. Just five more minutes, five more minutes. Makaylah told herself over again, five more minutes and it be over.

"Ravenclaw or Gryffindor... Ravenclaw or Gryffindor... Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? No no. Ravenclaw. Definitely RAVENCLAW!"
 
Penelope watched nervously as the people before her went up to get sorted. Finally she heard a voice say her name. She got up and bit her lip. The whole place was staring at her. She started walking towards the stool with the sorting hat on it. She tripped over her own feet and could feel her cheeks burning. She quickly stood up and tried to go as fast as she could towards the hat. She sat down and placed the hat on her head. Please be Ravenclaw, she thought. Please be Ravenclaw.

"Ravenclaw? Hmm. Well, there is that option. Yes, you'd do well there. You expect that. Others expect that of you. I'm not sure if you know this about me, perhaps from your reading - but I see things in people others don't. Even you don't. I'm not much of one for expectations. You'd do grand just grand in Ravenclaw... but that's not where you'll do best. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Sakura was standing nervously amongst the crowd of eleven year olds all waiting to be sorted. She was a ball of nerves and anyone around her could see it as she fidgeted, shuffling her feet and pushing her nearly ebony hair out of her deep brown eyes. She tried her best to see what everyone was looking at up at the front of the hall but even jumping her highest she could only get a small glimpse of the hubub. It was times like this that she hated her extremely short stature, her mother always told her she would shoot up once she hit puberty but that still seemed a fair bit of time away and she was extremely sick of being 4'1", tiny limbs and dollish features.

There were very few students before her so when the name "Aiko, Sakura!" was called she was quick to make her way to the stool, though having a good bit of difficulty maneuvering her way through the crowd. Finally she broke free, stumbling as she did so before going to sit on the stool, the hat flopping over her head entirely as it was placed on her head. So this is what everyone seemed to be gawking at, no offense to you of course because I'm sure you're quite a magnificent hat to be given such an important job. I don't have too much of a preference and I know you're probably getting a bit tired of me and my cousins by now seeing as I'm the last of us, so I'm not going to taint your decision with my opinion, even though you can probably tell already. Sorry, I'm wasting your time. Go ahead and sort me now please...

"My turn? Right. Well, magnificent is a word for it I suppose, yes. Now then. You're house. Quite simple, really, though you're certainly not as nervous in here as you are to all of them. Anyway, enough of that... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
anna waited anxiously for her name to be called. She tried to make conversation with a few other people to keep herself under control. Anna zoned out and felt somebody nudge her looking where they were pointing she assumed it was her turn. She slowly walked over and nervously placed the hat on her head.

"You might do well in Hufflepuff... but perhaps you're not quite that house. You're bright, huh? Yes. And you like to learn. Seems clear then, doesn't it? RAVENCLAW!"
 
Erin walks into the castle with the rest of the first years. She excitedly awaits the calling of her name. When she does hear it she suddenly gets alittle nervous. Slowly and anxiously at first, she walks up towards the old, tattered hat. Then a bit more certainly she places the fragile hat on her head and awaits the wise hats decision...

"You'll do splendid with the lion's pride... GRYFFINDOR!"

Remember to roleplay in the past-tense (Erin walked in to the castle... Not: Erin walks in to the castle...) as outlined in our Site Documentation.
 
Katie waited, listening to all of the names before finally she heard her name called. She held her head up high. Heck yes, I'm being sorted, she thought. She arrived at the stool, pushing away the nervousness in her brain. She sat down and put the hat on. The hat slipped over her eyes and she couldn't see.

"GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Maria walked in to the Great Hall, with great pride, and confidence. She was grateful for being at Hogwarts and she knew whichever house she was placed in was right for her and she would love it either way. As her name was called, she walked up to the hat and waited for the hat to be placed upon her head. She waited for her house, not nervous or anxious.

"Hmm. Another one that is more interested in learning than they are bright. No, no. That's fine. You've got plenty of courage here, too. Yes... you're a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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