The Sorting Ceremony

[Athena Zhefarovich]

Athena was not nervous about the day ahead. In fact compared to a lot of what she thought she would feel, the girl was incredibly blank. She looked around at the crowd of people she was submerged in, silently sizing them all up. These were to be her classmates for the next seven years? From the looks of it, Athena would more likely than not have a very quiet stint at Hogwarts New Zealand. But she saw nothing wrong with this; she had never been good with talking to people so why should being in school suddenly make this any different? Her mind was not focused on the main event in front of her anymore, she was thinking about her darling cats Jasper and Jinx. She wondered where they were, she knew once she was sorted into a house they would be put in a dorm along with the rest of her things. But where did they store him beforehand? Athena added that to her list of things to figure out before the year ended.

As the crowd around her began to thin out, Athena thought about the fact that with her last name she would probably be one of the last if not THE last student to be sorted. Was that a good thing or a bad one? She weighed the situation over in her mind for a bit before giving both situations a noncommittal send off. Both of them were mainly the audiences observances of her and Athena could really care less about what a single person in this room thought of her aside from the various aunts, uncles, siblings, and cousins scattered about the place. Realizing that thinking about the sorting was not going to help it go by any faster so she could sit down and tuck into a steaming plate of food already caused a bit of a sullen look to cross her face. She took a moment to listen at the next name being called to see where they were, as she hadn't actually been listening. She heard the cry of the surname "Thacker" and shuddered a bit, filthy muggle name. Mudblood no doubt... she thought. Watching amused as the boy was sorted into Hufflepuff. Weakling... As if to punctuate her thoughts the boy stumbled back up to the stool to return the hat after running off with it in a nervous fit.

Athena snorted at the whole thing in a rare display of emotion. She hadn't much preference on house choice, but she knew she didn't want to be grouped with the likes of that blob of pudding someone saw fit to call a human being. So she immediately crossed out Hufflepuff in her head, deciding to actually pay attention to the sortings now to flesh out an idea of where she thought she should go. If nothing else she wanted to follow in her fathers Ravenclaw footsteps but she did not know nor did she really care at this point. She heard them call "Zhefarovich, Athena!" and quickly glided to the stool where the hat was placed upon her head. Wanting to make this is efficient as possible she did not bother the hat with idle chit chat or begging to be put in any house. She left her thoughts at a simple Sort me.

"When I'm good and ready, I will. Hmmm, no big surprises here: SLYTHERIN!"

 

[John Moon]

John went to the Great Hall. He was scared of the sorting hat's decision. Sorting was scary, and Moon really was scared. What was sorting hat's secret? That was magic secret. Lot of Children went to the sorting hat, and got sorting hat's decision - house, what they will be in. Now was John time to got sorted. He scared went to sorting hat. Hat was scary. All was scary. John Moon sat on the chair. He don't want get to be Gryffindor. He want only Slytherin. Not Gryffindor. Moon don't want get to be Hufflepuff. And he don't want get to be Ravenclaw. He waits patient to knew, what sorting hat will say.

"As you wish. SLYTHERIN!"

 

[John Sun]

John walked to the Great Hall excitedly but nervously. They stop in front of a man a stool and the Sorting Hat. Names were called one by one to be sorted. It took a long time before John was called. He sat on the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed on his head. He felt uneasy to know that a hat was reading his memories. Especially there are some embarrassing ones. He moved and moved and moved, until the hat spoke.

"RAVENCLAW!"