The Sorting Ceremony

[Rory Fergusson]

Rory Fergusson had no idea why he was still in this country on the other side of the world, but even worse than that he was now at the school in the country, the boy knew that his sister had died during her semester at the school in his own country but he didn't entirely understand why that meant he was supposed to be in New Zealand, and at school in this country. His older half sister hadn't had anything happen to her during her time at school, so he had just assumed that in the immediacy after it had taken place that his father had been momentarily over reacting, but he clearly wasn't just momentarily overreacting, since Rory was currently walking with his first year class in New Zealand rather than all the way on the other side of the world with his rightful first year class in Scotland, with kids he'd know, and the family members he cared about. Rory was stuck in New Zealand for the next seven years, and currently the only better thing about it was the fact the weather was just a little bit nicer than what he was used to in the depths of winter, the boy had in his time in the country tried to make a few friends, but he hadn't managed overly well to actually solidify any of the friendships he had tried to make, the boy knew that he'd probably scared most of them away, and if his mother was here he could hear her saying that none of them deserved his friendship. This was the first time the boy had ever been entirely alone, separate from the rest of his family, in New Zealand he had Bonnie but at school he was alone, and this fact entirely terrified the young boy who had never experienced being alone, and really as he walked the halls to the Great hall (that would be nothing compared to it's scottish counter part) with unfamiliar accents surrounding him, he was suddenly homesick and missed his sister deeply, she had always told him that when he finally attended that she'd show him around, make sure he got his books okay, make sure he knew which teachers were which, but he was alone at a school he didn't even want to attend.

The boy so far from home glanced around the hall as he brushed a hand through the brown hair, brushing it out of his eyes, and then reaching down and touching the little tartan bow tie that his sister had given him at the train station and then put on him, he didn't have a school tie yet, and she had told him that it would be good to carry a little part of his home in this new home he was joining, and he had thoroughly loved the gesture and the little bow tie made him feel a little calmer. Rory moved through the crowd so that he stood at the front, with a surname like his it wouldn't be long until he ended up being sorted and he needed to be up front, within the crowd he spotted the people he had met, but he didn't hold their gaze very long as the professor whom he assumed was the headmistress began speaking, she addressed the school as a whole welcoming back the students and the scottish boy took this occasion to glance around at the other students that were in the years above them, before letting his gaze shift back to the professor at the front who had told them what they would be doing but Rory felt this was unnecessary who wouldn't know that this was the process by which students were sorted. Rory listened to the hat's song, but his mind wasn't at all on this, now that the hat was singing that meant that it was coming down to him being sorted and Rory had a very strong plan of where he wanted to be, he wanted to in Hufflepuff, he wanted to be like his parents, he wanted to be like sisters, his cousin all of whom had been hufflepuff. The boy thought he would fit in perfectly with the other students in Hufflepuff, but there was no guarantee of him getting this and the boy wasn't ready to face such a reality, not being in Hufflepuff to him would just add insult to the misery he already felt at being so far from his home. Rory was adamant that he was going to be a hufflepuff, he'd told any one who'd asked, he could deal with Hogwarts New Zealand, but he didn't think he could deal with not being in Hufflepuff. The song came to an end and the Scottish boy gave the hat a small round of applause like everyone else, and then just focused on what he was to face next, sorting, he was to be sorted, and the boy grew increasingly nervous about it, he was fidgeting with his hands, visibly and he was sweating slightly, his breaths coming in shorter puffs, as he attempted to stay calm and then just all too soon for his liking,

Fergusson, Rory

The boy looked up nervously and then began walking up, wiping his hands slightly on his robes as he made his way to the stool, Rory was a relatively small boy, he wasn't that tall, and he was naturally thin, and his small stature was very visible as he made his way to the stool and sat down, the hat being placed on his head the moment after, he couldn't help but just think of his sister and how much better this would've been if he could've been back home and just looked over to the hufflepuff table where he'd see her for moral support, but instead he was staring out at a sea of people he didn't know with no friendly face in the crowd.
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[Ryuu Arai]

Ryuu Arai was excited, bouncing up and down with his hands clapping as he entered the Great Hall. He would have skipped but there were too many others here and he didn’t want to step on anyone’s nice robes. Stepping onto his tippy toes, he tried to get a better look of everything. Ryuu Arai’s growth spurt had not happened yet, and he was seriously overdue. Ryuu could not wait until he would get sorted. He managed to find his older sister at the Hufflepuff table before waving to her as a greeting. That was when he heard his name. Looking up, Ryuu rushed up through the crowd, one of the firsts considering his name. He popped down onto the podium, and felt the hat upon his head. He beamed, and started to speak softly, “Hi Mister Hat, I’m Ryuu! I’m excited to be here and meet you!” He couldn’t help but share his thoughts, and feelings, but little did he know was that his fate was to be decided by the hat.
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[Cristian Kyle]

Cristian Kyle picked at his robes. They were new, which was very much a weird feeling. They were not worn in, and the black was not faded. Cristian walked through the Great Hall and stopped where he needed to, in order to be sorted. He was the first (unknown to him he was not) to be attending here. Cristian stopped where the other future first years were, and his eyes looked ahead. Why was he even here? He could have been doing something else by now. Folding his arms across his chest, his eyes looked around at the others, with some with perfect hair and very nice shoes. They would never know what sort of hell he had been through growing up. His younger brother did not feel it as much as he and Camelia did. Both hung onto each other, but at least his parents did not have his mouth to feed for many years. The feasts here were supposed to be amazing. He heard his name called, and Cristian walked up to the stool, and sat down. He felt the hat on his head, and he mentally hoped that he would be in a place where he would not be judged on his background.
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[Evelyn Manning-Kingsley]

The big day was finally there. Evelyn and her brother Espen were arriving at Hogwarts with a bunch of other kids. The castle was big but as always it wasn't enough for Evelyn. The castle looked old and ugly. ''Really? Is this the famous Hogwarts New Zealand castle..'' She said towards her brother and looked around. She followed the group into the castle. Evelyn missed her father already, he was her biggest friend and so was also his money. Her mother on the other hand, Evelyn didn't missed her at all. A few weeks ago her mother only could say to her how happy she was that Evelyn would be away for a long time. So that her mother could be alone with her father. Evelyn hated her mother for that. She could never say something nice to her. Sometime Evelyn had become so angry that she had wished that her mother would die. But she would still be her mother and Evelyn didn't want to hurt her dad.

Her father had told her before she had left, that he was so very proud and that Evelyn should do her very best to make a good impression. Evelyn was sure that she would made an impression, it didn't matter if it was negative of positive. People will know her name.. that was her goal. After the long walk into the castle, they stood before the door of the great hall. Evelyn followed the others and walked inside of the Great Hall. She frowned about the interior design. Those people had no taste! The whole group walked to the front of the Hall until they came at the place were they would be sorted into a house. OH crap! That dirty old hat will be placed on my head she thought. How could an old hat know were she belonged too. She already knew herself, so why would somebody else decide it for her.. She hoped that Espen would be in the same house, Evelyn wasn't good in making friends so she would need her brother.

Manning, Evelyn..

Evelyn sighted.. Alright here we go. Please Hat be clean!

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"I can guarantee I'm a lot cleaner than you. You belong in...Gryffindor!"

 

[Scott Blade]

Scott Blade walked through the Great Hall, as both of his sisters had done before, and his half brother had done all of those years before he had been thrown in Azkaban. He sighed to himself, because there was so much to consider before he even knew what house he wanted. He had been thinking Ravenclaw, but at the same time he could see himself being a Slytherin or a Gryffindor. There was just so many things that he could see himself as, but he didn't want to be a Hufflepuff.

"Blade, Scott"

Hearing his name, he was surprised. He had been lost in his own thoughts the whole time and hadn't even noticed others moving. He quickly rushed up to the Sorting Hat and put it on his head. It was all out of his hands now. Please, anything but Hufflepuff. He thought to himself.

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"Why would you think you're a Hufflepuff. It's a good thing you don't make this decision, huh? Let's see...oh, this is easy. Better be...Slytherin!"

 

[Reiko Edamura]

Reiko stood happily as she awaited to be sorted. She was so excited to start learning magic, and she wondered how well she would do here. Her parents didn't really understand what a school for magic was, but they agreed to let her go. Reiko was grateful, and was determined to make them proud of her. She would become the best student she possibly could here!

"Edamura, Reiko."

Her name had been called! Her name! This was so exciting! She wanted to run and grab the hat, then get sorted immediately. But that would be rude, and probably frowned upon. So she politely said "excuse me" to some students, and snuck by them. Reiko sat down and let the hat rest on her head.

"I know you'll make the best choice for me, Mr. Hat!" She whispered cheerfully.

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[Flavio Morales-Tipene]

Flavio wasn't shaking from nerves but he may as well have been as he stepped into the hall with the group of his future classmates. The new and exciting scenery of the New Zealand country side that he was eagerly watching through the window while sitting next to Pia on the train suddenly seemed secondary to the size and atmosphere of the great hall as he walked with the group and it made Flavio feel insignificant. Like he was a small fish that somehow found its way into a much bigger pond, and he had no idea how he got there or what to do now that he was there and in a way it fed his curiosity but it alternately fed the nerves already coursing through his body.

He figured that feeling insignificant was the point of it all, though. Because Flavio and the group he was walking down the hall with were about to embark on a seven year long journey that started with the sorting ceremony that evening and ended with graduation. They were at the beginning so it made sense he felt small and vulnerable with the prospect of the next seven years of life ahead of him and not knowing what to expect from those years. It all seemed too overwhelming as he pondered it so he distracted himself by staring at the ceiling that loomed above him, which he could only describe as magical. As he watched it and wondered how on earth any charm or spell, or whatever on earth made it look identical to the sky or even more from a fairy tale than he could ever dream the sky to be like. He then moved his eyes to the students sitting at the tables, staring the group down and eventually noticed the familiar red colour of his sister's hair. He smiled and waved to Pia, though not too enthusiastically to draw attention to himself and it was after waving that his steps halted to a stop with the rest of his future peers and the sorting was due to begin.

He crossed his arms over his chest defensively and watched with curious eyes as the students were sorted alphabetically, growing more nervous as the letter of his last name grew closer and when his name was finally spoken he wished he was last in the alphabet because though he was in the middle of the alphabet it was still not enough time to prepare. Flavio tried not to seem too scared as he hesitantly stepped forward and sat on the stool, waiting for the hat to be placed on his head and whispering, worried, almost inaudible words when the hat covered his eyes. It was the first sentence he had uttered since leaving Pia's side and he wanted it to count. "Please, hat, sort me with my sister. This is so scary and I won't know what to do in this school if she doesn't help me."​

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[Scarlet Frost]

Scarlet was finally eleven year's old and attending Hogwarts, she had been looking forward to this day for her entire life, ever since she knew about Hogwarts. Scarlet Brushed her long brown hair out of her face and had a big grin on as she walked through the hall's looking at the tables the ceiling, the Professors, she fought the urge to wave at her Uncle and Mother who were at the Professors table. Scarlet had her cousin with her in the crowd, she walked next to Ryker and moved with the rest of the group, she couldn't wait to find all these secret's her uncle had told her about over the years, apparently there was a way to sneak into the Kitchens.
Listening to the sorting hat talk and the headmistress Scarlet couldn't wait for her name to be called, she watched student after student get sorted it felt like forever until she heard

'Frost, Scarlet'

a chill ran up her spine and she stepped forward, she was ready until this very moment and suddenly she doubted what would happen, her dream was to be in Gryffindor, play for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, just like her Mother and her uncles, what if she wasn't who she thought she was, Shaking her head she weaved through the crowd and up to the hat, she sat down and looked at all the colours and lights in front of her, and felt the fabric sit on her head.

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"You could make a great Slytherin, but it seems you're pretty decided. Alright then, better be...GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Venus Hall]

Venus Fontaine looked forward to this for a long time, having known she was a witch for a while. She had discovered her abilities long ago, along with the race that she was. With no one in the family speaking to her, all she had were her adopted parents. She had a tight relationship with her new siblings but more so with Tholomyes. He was her idol, and her best friend. Nothing could make her want to be in a different house other than Ravenclaw. She did not want to be in Gryffindor because of Victoire. She did not see herself like Victoire at all, and just assumed that all Gryffindors were that way. Not for anything bad, but it was just the way she thought it was. As her name was called, Venus walked up to the stool, and perched down with her legs crossed. She felt the hat on her head, and awaited the verdict. As long as she was in a place where she could make a lot of friends, she did not care. But she did prefer Ravenclaw.
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[rissa2030]

Walking up to the hat, my palms sweat and I notice everyone watching me, I hate crowds. The stool is hard and the hat smells of dust and toe jam. As soon as the the hat brushes against my head for the faintest of seconds, my house has been called.

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[Godric Kingston]

Godric could not believe that he was here. Finally, he arrived at Hogwarts New Zealand, where his mother used to teach for many years, and his sister used to go here before she was sent elsewhere. Godric was excited though. He felt that he would really be able to learn, and that was what he wanted. He could learn what the system wanted, and then do some learning away and decide for himself if the Ministry was doing right or not. He heard about the Scitorari and how they believed that the Ministry was controlling people. Of course, Godric did not know too much, but he could definitely found out more when he aged some. He heard his name and approached the front. He sat down on the stool and awaited his fate. He knew all about the houses and how separate they are. Let’s see where he would ultimately end up.
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[Solomon Mordaunt]

The beginning of the school year, a day he had been looking forward to since his birthday, was not as lonely as Solomon had originally anticipated for it to be. Prior to receiving his letter of acceptance, the majority of his social interaction was spent with his younger sister, or running errands for his step-mother. He could count the people he considered friends on one hand. It wasn't until a few months back that he first met Merrill, another to-be-student. While he wasn't entirely sure if he thought of her as a friend, she was the closest thing he had to one among the first years attending Hogwarts. They had a common interest at least, but she had been mildly irritating during their first encounter. Even so, when they ran into each other on the train to the castle, he was happy to share a carriage with the girl, and his opinion of her had raised as they took the time to speak more.

The boat ride to the school following their departure from the train had been unexpected, to say the least, but now Solomon stood within the stone walls of the castle he'd been looking forward to entering for so long, fingers fidgeting absent-mindedly with a chocolate frog card depicting the hag Babayaga he'd bought from the sweets trolley during their trip. His fingertips left slight damp impressions on the papery rectangle, from where he'd scooped his hands through the lake water on the way there, but he didn't particularly mind, he already had two of the same one anyway. It worked as a welcome distraction from the situation he'd been placed into, standing amongst a group of other eleven year old witches and wizards, some in particular who appeared more odd than others, and ones he already knew he wouldn't get along with. He made sure to keep close to the Piper girl, one of the more normal people present. The Sorting Hat was introduced and as it began its song, Solomon could feel Merrill grab him by the arm. He too was impressed, he hadn't seen magic like that before - no one he knew had imbued life into an article of clothing before, let alone enough for it to sing.

Before too long, the hat's song had ended and one by one, the first year children were called up. Solomon watched with silent curiosity as each walked up to the hat, took their seats and had the headwear placed upon them. Another astounding feat of magic - something that could reach into your mind and determine who you were as a person. It was almost an uncomfortable thought, having a soulless piece of material invading his privacy, and he couldn't help but wonder just what conclusion it would draw. The song had given some insight to the characteristics, and some definitely aligned with how he viewed himself, but he still wasn't sure of exactly where it would go.

"Mordaunt, Solomon."

Solomon glanced towards Merrill, a little glad it was he who had to leave her side first, instead of being the one left standing alone. He didn't see himself being sorted into the same house as her - as much as they got along, they were different people. He wasn't looking forward to having to try interact with more people, but he knew he couldn't stick to talking to just one person for seven years. Stepping forward from the crowd, the boy made his way toward the front of the hall, stopping only once he reached the foot of the stool. With a small intake of breath, he turned and seated himself, waiting as the tattered brim of the sorting hat was lowered into his line of sight.

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[November Albertson]

November Albertson hadn't known that she was a witch for very long before this day, just a few months it had seem. Her mother admitted to seeing her having magic when she was younger, remembering what it had been like for her own sister to learn magic. November being muggleborn was far from home now, and knowing hardly anything of the magical world. November was nervous as she walked into the Great Hall. First entering the school it had seemed to be huge, and just this room alone made her realize how short she was as an 11 year old. Looking around as they passed long tables she saw the faces of the older students. She wondered if some of the had siblings that were standing next to her getting sorted tonight. November was the youngest of the siblings in her family and the only one who had the magical gene. She wondered if she'd marry a wizard or a no-maj in future. A lot of thoughts were going through her head. The head teacher gave a speech and November listened intently in case any rules were given to them there, that way she would be sure not to break them.

Long blonde hair was in front of November and she knew it was that Alaska girl she had met when shopping for school books. November looked around and saw some of the other people she had met over the past few months since she came to live in New Zealand with her Aunt and Uncle. One by one names started being called up the stage and a hat which randomly shouted out house names. She didn't really understand what the hat was there for and how it was able to just shout a name of a house for each of the new students that went up to it. She knew that there were a lot of things about magic that one couldn't understand. She was curious to know more, before she had come to the school she had read all sorts of books on the subjects and even included the battles that took place before the New Zealand chapter of Hogwarts had been founded, at Scotland.

"Albertson, November!"

This was it, her name had finally been called, all the people November had met basically had already been gone. It made her wonder if they waited to sort muggleborns till the end of the ceremony. She was sure they didn't and it was said that the students were mostly randomly called, that a list had been created as they checked into the school, something like that. Looking at the students that were still standing around her she realized she needed to start moving up the the front. Gulping, November started moving up the front feeling the eyes of the school on her back. She managed a smile as she turned around and sat down on the stool. How do I know that this hat knows where to put me? she thought briefly as the hat was placed on her. "Uhm, hi there hat," she mumbled up to the giant hat placed on her head.

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[Fleur Worth]

Fleur was so sure of herself as she walked into the Great Hall. It didn't matter to her what house she got into. Fleur knew that each brought up different types of people but these days the only fighting between the houses seemed to on the Quidditch pitch. She could have friends in an of the houses, she'd dislike Slytherin mostly because she'd be up against similar girls as herself but hopefully that would bring her up as a better person. She could easily be friends with them anyways. Fleur never had to try hard to make friends, she was a cute girl and people just seemed to like her. Hufflepuff would be fine, it would hopefully help her with her kindness. Ravenclaw, she'd be surrounded by know-it-alls, which she could handle but she'd search for friends outside of her house. Gryffindor would teach her loyalty. All the houses had something to offer, it made her curious to find out what house she'd be put into. Smiling at the older students as they passed Fleur stood with waited with the other students. Other students got called and she waited and waited. She noted that there were a fair number of blondes and she thought back to her baby pictures how she was born a blonde but her hair turned dark much like her own.

"Worth, Fleur!"

Raising her head up Fleur confidently walked up to the stool. Sitting down she waited as the hat was placed on her head. Looking up at the brim the girl waited with a polite smile on her face. The hat was great at seeing where each person would go in the future, the different paths lined out for them in each house.

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[Thaddeus Miller]

Thaddeus Miller was extra nervous that day, he was finally going to Hogwarts. Teddy had waited for this moment for so long now, by all the enthusiastic he forgot to pack his things and had to do it either the day before or e few hours before leaving. Teddy woke up very early because he couldn't sleep, it gave him time to pack is suitcase, he picked up random stuff from the floor and packed them in his suitcase. A few hours later his whole family was ready to leave their rented rooms at the Leaky Cauldron and go to the Hogwarts Express. When they finally reached their destination, it felt like forever to get to the train station, Thaddeus couldn't believe that he was going to Hogwarts. He got in the train and waved at their parents, while waving to his parents he realized it.. From now on, Hogwarts was going te be his new home and it would be awesome!

After several hours of sitting in the Hogwarts Express, listening to the whining of a nervous first year, Teddy needed some time for himself so left the compartment and decided to look for the one person he had met who would also attend Hogwarts, Rory. The moment he had been waiting for came closer and closer, and when the machinist said they were almost there, Teddy, as soon as possible, changed his clothes and came back in his Hogwarts robes. The train stopped and Teddy walked out of the train waited outside along with the other unsorted students. His stomach twisted, the boy got nervous now that they had reached the castle. Once inside the castle he began to smile, he hadn't seen Rory yet but knew that the boy was somewhere in the group. A moment later they all stood in the Great Hall.. Everything went in a flash, and as soon as the professor started calling out names, his stomach twisted once again. When his name was called, ''Miller, Thaddeus!'' he walked forward and sat down on the stool. Teddy closed his eyes and waited for the Sorting Hat to speak while he was wondering how the hell they managed to make a hat talk.

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[Ivy Doyle]

As soon as Ivy walked trough the doors of the great hall, she didn't know where to look. There were at least thousand floating candles in the air and above them she could see the stars. She followed the other first years and was to her surprise actually calm. Sure, she was going to be sorted in one of the 4 houses for 7 years, but Ivy really didn't mind which one as long as she was in here. The whole experience so far has been the best thing ever happened to her and right now, she just wanted to be sorted so that it could start for real.


''Doyle, Ivy!''

After a few others it was now Ivy her turn. She gulped, the moment was finally here. Which house was it going to be? She slowly made her way to the sorting hat that was going to make the important decision for her. She sat down on the stool and the old, dusty hat dropped over her eyes.

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[Evangeline Campbell]

Today was the day that Evangeline would be sorted into one of the houses. She didn't care much were she would be sorted, nothing really cared Evangeline. She rolled with her eyes after that she saw some girls giggling to a handsome looking boy. She never had much friends, she was kinda a loner. But Evangeline preferred the company of boys much more than girls. The girl looked through the Great Hall, were she stood with a bunch of other students. So much students, and only four houses. Evangeline hated fuss, and at this moment it was a whole of fuss.

Her thoughts went to her home. Her two houses: her moms and her dads house. Thinking about her parents made her sighted. They were so busy with winning her heart back, from all those years that they left her alone. Her parents were recently divorced. Evangeline was happy that they finally made that decision. All that fights and argues that her parents had, it made Evangeline go crazy. Now her parents tried to win Evangeline her heart back, but that became a battle again. At that point Evangeline was happy to be at Hogwarts. She was away from all the madness at home. Different names were called by some professor and they got an old hat on their head. It was quite impressive that a hat could look inside of you. Evangeline didn't want people to know how she felt. Nobody ever talked or cared about her feelings, so why would she say it out loud to others.

Campbell, Evangeline !

Evangeline walked to the front were the hat and the professor were. Well hat spit it out, she thought.

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[Tamara Glasswell]

She was nervous. Well, she was almost always nervous, but this time it was different. There were many kids she had never seen before, and many more sitting at tables. Hundreds of eyes on her. Judging, seeing if she was worthy to study at the school. She immediately looked for her cousin, and sighed in relief when she was that Victor was still next to her. Tamara stayed close, feeling protected from the sea of new students.

Tamara immediately cringed when she realized how they were going to be sorted into different houses. Her father had told her many times already, but it was something different to actually experience it. A talking hat would be placed on her head, and it would yell out the house she was going in. To make matters worse, it was in front of EVERYONE.

"Glasswell, Tamara."

Her chest tightened. She moved away from her cousin, and towards the seat she must take. Tamara felt exposed, but she also felt a sense of amazement. Every person here could do magic. And she was going to be one of them. A soft smile grew on her face as the hat was placed on her head.

[color=000]'Please make the right decision for me...'[/color]

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[Victor Glasswell]

Unlike his cousin, Victor was very happy to be in the center of all this attention. All these eyes looking at them. All potential friends! Who knew what kind of stories they could tell him about their own adventures? They were probably not as exciting as his dad's stories, but not everything could be that fun. Besides, anything could be exciting if you made it.

He watched as Tamara went before him. Made sense, 'T' did come before 'V' in the alphabet. He nodded in approval when she was sorted. He hoped she would like it. After all, she was going to spend seven years with them.

"Glasswell, Victor."

He was next of course! And boy, was he so excited. Four houses to be sorted in! And all the adventure he could want! This was a chance of a lifetime, for him, and Tamara. As he sat down, he wondered if he would be sorted in the same house as Tamara. He remembered his uncle asked him to watch out for her. He smirked, and sighed softly.

'It would be lovely if your sorted me with Tamara. I'm supposed to keep an eye on my cousin while I'm here, make sure she is doing okay.'

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"You'll have to look out for her from your own house. You're a GRYFFINDOR!"

 

[Artemis Adams]

Artemis stepped off the train with her hand clasped tightly in her brother's hand. The train journey had been thankfully uneventful, and although she would never admit it to her brother, the prospect of finally reaching Hogwarts had been slightly off-putting, despite her usually being the boisterous and brave one of the two. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself, careful not to tense too much lest her behaviour scare Apollo. He was as clever a person as it was able to be, and yet his irrational fear wasn't something he had ever been able to quell, and she feared that he might never be able to either. As his twin, she understood a lot of his feelings as if they were her own, but here was something that she could not experience fully enough to be able to comfort and help Apollo, and for that she felt incredibly guilty. Despiter her realising that it was in no way her fault whatsoever, she couldn't help but think that she had a duty to break down his natural barriers and help him develop as a person. After all, she knew just the sort of intelligent, witty, funny person he could be at times, and revealing that to the world had to be a main part of her childhood. She knew from what he had confessed to her that once he got to know people, he was comfortable around them, but up until that point, he would much rather live as a recluse from them.

Stepping into the boat with her brother, not wanting to part from him in this tenuous time, she shuddered at the swaying feeling that rocked the boat. She had never got on with water at all, instead preferring the open country with a horse beneath her legs and the trees whipping around her, giving her a sense of freedom. By contrast, the ocean appeared more akin to a prison, impossible to escape if lost, easy to die in, and of course there was the sea-sickness. She had not told her brother about it, but as twins do, she knew that he knew as well; perhaps he was the same anyway. Carefully placing her feet, she lowered herself onto the bench tentatively, shrinking away from the pool of water flooding the bottom of the boat. A drying spell was certainly something that she desperately wished to learn at Hogwarts, and she wondered idly how the schooling system was going to be set up. Perhaps she could ask her brother before they arrived, remembering that he had read a collection of books on the school: surely there must have been something in them about it? As they began to cross the lake, she made the mistake of looking down at the dark waters. She almost cried out in shock as a large pale shape moved beneath the boat. In the darkness, it was difficult to make out the colours, but it was huge, and it looked dangerous. It looked all too much like a submarine, and suddenly she found herself humming a song under her breath, one that was a favourite of her mother's, and one she had no idea she even knew the words to.

"We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in a yellow submarine
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine"

After a few verses with interspersed choruses, they touched down at the far bank of the lake, and she breathed out deeply in relief, stepping quickly out of the boat, and almost stumbling under the unexpected firmness of the land. Helping her brother out after her, she stepped up into the line of similar first years that were being led towards the castle. Walking up to the castle, she admired the beautiful masonry on the building, and the elegant lawn stretching away into the darkness. Whoever looked after this place must employ a lot groundsmen and women to maintain it. Entering through the double doors of the building, she stared up in awe at the sweeping panels of wood stretching far away up into the sky; although she had no idea what would need such a tall door to enter by, a small worm of fear cautioned her that perhaps she wouldn't want to find out either. Walking across the atrium now, her face brightened by the torches suspended on the walls, a great din seeming to emmanate from ahead of her, before another, equally large, set of doors was flung open (perhaps by magic?) and she gasped at the majesty of what was before her.

Stepping into what she assumed was the Great Hall, Artemis gazed in awe at the surroundings, her eyes half blinded by the bright and bold colours lining the walls, and the four huge tables stretching away down the hall to a fifth, smaller table, where those whom she assumed were the teachers sat. Many were smiling at the first years; some were not. At the four larger tables were students, each wearing dark robes with coloured strips. Given that the colours were matched at each table, Artemis didn't need her brother's held to deduce that there was a table for each house. She wondered where she would be put. After a small speech from the person Artemis assumed to be the Headmistress of the school, names began to be read and people sorted. As she had so often pointed out before, Apollo's name was ahead of hers in the alphabet, and she had to give a gentle shove in the right direction to get him to move when his name was called. She felt a small burst of pride at his brother's intelligence as he was sorted into Ravenclaw, the house he had talked to her about from his reading - the intelligent ones, supposedly. Soon her own name was called, and she found herself walking forward without much conscious effort, smiling up at the Headmistress, and then looking at the hat. For some absurd reason, she bowed before it, but straightened up almost right away at how ridiculous it must look. Bowing to a hat, really? Regardless, her face still slightly red from blushing at this embarrassment, Artemis took a seat on the stool and felt the warm material of the hat sink down around her head. From what Apollo had told her about the ceremony, this shouldn't take long, and she willed herself to relax. Maybe she would join her brother, but somehow she doubted it. However the hat would know best, so she sat and waited. ​

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"Gryffindor!"

 

[Espen Manning]

The days had gone by slowly as Espen and his sister, Evelyn, had waited for the day they would start their magical education at Hogwarts. The school were many great wizards and witches had come from, as well as the great evils that Espen had read about and showed interest in, especially the powerful magic they had known and used. The tall, blond brute peeked up his ears at his sister's complaints. A soft, low chuckle escaped his pink lips. She had always been the most spoiled of the two, she always had something to nag about or to demand if it wasn't around her. She would have a tough time here if the 'dirty old' hat as his sister described it, decided to torn the two of them apart and thrown them in seperate houses. "You'll need to get used to it, it's our home now." Luckily school would pull her away from the heavy fights she got in with their mother lately, Espen had tried to ignore it but he couldn't always. He hated the awful bond the two females in their household shared, and he was glad that the tension was gone now -- a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders.

Breathing slowly, and walking forward alongside his sister, almost pushing another boy down when he passed him and briefly bumped into him. First went his sister, he heard her name and her quick sigh before she gathered her strenght and forgot about her tiny bit of hosophobia and got on the seat.

"MANNING, ESPEN.."

He wasn't nervous, he merely smirked as he got up and headed to the seat with a teacher behind it, holding that damned sorting hat that had been on his sister's blonde locks seconds ago. Exhaling relaxed once he sat down and the dusty, talkative hat was placed onto his own blond hair. Hearing it rambling, and causing Espen to groan in annoyance -- he wasn't patient, neither one to be messed with -- and than the dusty rug called out the house he would be spending seven years of his life in.

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"Slytherin!"

 

[Tesla Wilde]

"Wilde, Tesla."

Tesla's cheeks went hot and her stomach dropped when her name was finally called to get sorted. She didn't understand how a Hat could read her mind but would be grateful to have this over and done with anyway. She had watched intently throughout the whole sorting process thus far and was amazed that so many people just accepted that they were being put into houses because a hat said so. How could a hat even talk? The muggleborn girl was keen to write about this to her parents and to see what they might think on the subject but for now all she had to do was keep her knees from buckling as she walked towards the stool and took a seat. She didn't know what to do or say or even if this sorting really mattered like so many other students seemed to believe. After all they would all be taking the same classes, it couldn't matter that much. She pushed back a stray curl behind her ear and waited for what might be said of her. Tess just hoped that this would be done soon.

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"Hufflepuff!"

 

[Rama Mowry]

Rama was going to miss home. When she was at home, she did not have to worry about others as much. Well, she did spend a lot of time with her father at his cafe, so she could deal with certain types of people. Her father made sure to give her everything while instilling in her the necessity to be kind. She was not always kind. If a person was always kind, they were not normal or on drugs. It was normal that the Korean girl had her tantrums. Otherwise, she would not be a kid. Rama began to think about how her father was going to fair without her. Sure, he had survived his entire life without her eleven years ago, but he was used to having her in his sight. Her father was strange. There were times when he was not home for days and Aunt Henrietta had to watch her. She did not mind her aunt. She hated her aunt.

Although the unsorted girl wanted to relish on her hatred of her aunt, it was going to be her turn soon. It was almost time for her to sit in the blinding, sickening center of blank stares and silence. Rama Jaslinn Mowry was going to find out what house was going to help her the best. She looked over to the Slytherin table to see if she could spot Helen, her other aunt. Rama knew she was not Slytherin. She was ambitious, but she did not want power. Power was often the thing that corrupted genuine, innocent people. Only the Sorting Hat could tell what house she was capable of thriving in.

"Mowry, Rama."

Rama walked to the stool and took a seat. She was able to spot Helen from a far. Her aunt was not at all interested in her placement. Rama huffed. Unlike most, all the eyes did not bother her. It was the anticipation that was going to destroy her. She needed to know. The Sorting Hat was slowly placed on her head. Since she kicked Slytherin out herself, there were only three options left. It wasn't a bad house. She just hoped it wasn't for her.[/s]

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"You'd make a good Hufflepuff, but an even better...RAVENCLAW!"

 

[Noelle Seung]

The calm train ride Noelle experienced on her way to the castle was dramatically different to the chattering yet nervous atmosphere of the group of future first years she currently stood within. The girl understood the nerves and anticipation that came with sorting though she did not feel any of it herself. Any nerves Noelle did have about where she was to be placed for the entirety of her magical education she had drowned out with the plucking of guitar strings and the sound of a repeated major chord structure she was playing with on the train that had lodged itself in her head since. The sound was all her mind could focus on and through it all she was thankful. It meant her shoulders were confidently squared and her demeanor ultimately calm, it kept her comfortably withdrawn from the anxiety she would otherwise be feeling as the stood within the group and she knew her beloved older sister Margaux would be proud of her for achieving such strength on her lonesome.

She remained safely within the middle of the group as they began walking just as the large wooden doors opened fully to the expanse of the great hall. It was definitely daunting to say the least, especially with some of the older students staring the group down like they were fresh meat. But Noelle chose to continue the inner bout of strength she was feeling and walked as she felt her sister would walk if their places were switched. The walk itself was a placebo for Noelle. Holding her posture so straight and keeping her steps heavy and without any hesitation made her feel like the powerful young girl she truly wasn't, but the powerful young girl she held her values close to and who she aspired to be. She knew if she walked that way long enough she could achieve anything and feel the confidence her sister had run in her own veins. So she walked the length of the hall with the confident facade she was evidently proud to have achieved and stopped with a newly found sense of confidence as the sorting ceremony started and the names of the people around here were called one by one, in an almost rhythmic way that Noelle could not help but count in time with as she waited for her own name to be called.

Seung, Noelle.

It rung in her ears, standing out more than the names of the other students and shocking her slightly but she refused to let the shock become apparent on her face and instead held her head high as she stepped from her spot in the middle of the group and sat herself on the wooden stool. Being sorted in front of the entire school wasn't so much worrying as it was overwhelming. Noelle wasn't used to have so many judging eyes on her at once but she was glad to have a surname in the middle of the alphabet when the hat was placed on her head because the audience for the sorting could have readily zoned out and might only be paying half the amount of attention they were to her than they were to the other newly sorted students.​

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Ferus Millington]

Here he was. He was at Hogwarts and he couldn't get over how big this place was. Ferus didn't know what to look at, there was just so much. The people, the food, the banners from the ceiling and just all the amazing things just everywhere! Just then the group he was in was stopped. They were close to end of the hall where there was a table of people who were obviously the staff. As the headmaster got up to speak, Ferus continued to look around and didn't really pay attention to what the headmaster was saying. He started to look at some of the kids at the tables. He noticed how old and mature some of them looked, while also noticing how some of them looked barely older than him. But the main thing was just how many people there were. He couldn't believe that so many people here could use magic. Ferus had never really known anyone that could use magic outside of his family. At this point, a teacher was calling some of the students in his group by name and putting a hat on their heads. He watched and saw how the hat would declare what house they were in. He had heard from a few other students in his group that, that was the sorting hat and it determined what house you would be in. Well, he didn't really have a preference for what house he wanted to be in. He didn't really care all to much. But it was exciting to see some people be overjoyed at their houses. Then he heard his name, "FERUS MILLINGTON". Ferus was a little nervous, but he had dealt with worse before. So, he marched bravely with his head held high and sat down.

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"Hufflepuff!"