The Sorting Ceremony

[Marcus Meraux]

After a long arduous flight, Marcus was practically sleepwalking as he followed the crowd of first years into the great hall. Met with thousands of sparkling lights and hundreds of faces watching them he soon woke up, his mouth widening in excitement until his face could barely contain his grin. Already ideas were being thrown around in his mind as he scanned the faces of the other first years around him, some looked like they'd be fun, but what with the many distractions going on around him, he didn't have enough time to study the other students before his name was called.

"Meraux, Marcus!"

He faltered for a few seconds before quietly regaining his composure as he walked through the crowd. Mumbling words of apologies as he stepped on many feet, he finally made his way to the stool and sat down, feeling almost important for once and no longer being outshined by his siblings. this was his fresh start and no one would take that from him.

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"You want to outshine your family? There's only one house that will help you do that. Slytherin!"

 

[Sofia Rosenberg]

The day was there, Sofia would attent Hogwarts New Zealand for seven years. Seven years was a very long time so she hoped that she would have a great time there. She had mixed feelings about going to Hogwarts, she was excited because there would be so much boys and she hoped pretty one's. But at the other hand she had to leave her father alone with Gabriel, Giselle and Novalie. The Swedish girl had a bit bellyache while thinking about what she left at home. She felt a bit responsable for her siblings and her dad, because she was always the one that helped with the housekeeping. But deep down she knew that her father was doing better now and that Gabriel and Giselle would be old enough to help their father out. It was now four years ago that she lost her mother but Sofia felt tears in her eyes as she looked out of the window of the train. Her dad and siblings were there to say goodbye as Sofia stepped on the train to Hogwarts, but she was sad that her mom was not there to share this moment. And there were a lot of moments still to come, that she and her siblings would all go through.

The sad feeling went away when she saw a lot of cute boys while walking to the Great Hall. When she stood in front of the giant doors, she took a moment to take a deep breath. The group was entering the Great Hall and Sofia enjoyed looking around. It was beautiful and so big she didn't really had a idea of how Hogwarts would look, but it had something really cozy and she got the feeling that she could feel home here. While they were led to the front of the room were the sorting would be, Sofia made eyecontact with different boys. She loves to get a smile from one, she just loved boys she was crazy about them. But when her dad talked about the love he and her mother had, Sofia would stick out her tong because she found that gross. She was not after love, but just enjoyed of being the centre of attention in a group. When they were starting she was waiting for her name to be called. '' Rosenberg, Sofia! '' The blonde walked confident towards the front and when the Hat was placed on her head she took a deep breath again. '' Well, put me in a house were cute boys are please.'' she thought and a smile appeared on her face.

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"Gryffindor!"

 

[Beaubelle Waldgrave]

The white blonde girl waved at her parents and siblings while stepping on the train to Hogwarts. She was gonna miss her parents a lot, because she loved them very much. The safe feeling of being at home with people that you love and that were nice was lovely but now Beaubelle was all on her own and that frightened her. Technically she wasn't on her own her niece Sofia was also going to Hogwarts, but they weren't that close. Sofia was much more different than Beaubelle was, but still she knew somebody. She found a quiet place in the train and opened the Standard Book of Spells and went reading. Beaubelle was happy to go to Hogwarts because she was eager to learn about Magic and to actually peform magic, but she was afraid of mean people. In such a big school there must be mean people and for some reason they always had to choose Beaubelle for their pranks. The white blonde haired was trying to avoid those people, but with so many students they will cross eachother for sure.

When the group arrived at the Great Hall, Beaubelle compared the image from her book about Hogwarts with what she actually saw right now and they didn't lied. It was huge and so magical, it really was how she pictured it in her mind. When the group walked to the front of the room, Beaubelle felt her hands shaking. She hide them after her skirt, but she felt them still shaking. She hoped that nobody would see how nervous she was. While waiting for her name to be called she looked to the ground before her. This was the first impression and if she did anything wrong they would bully her for seven years, and she didn't want that. After a while she was ready to be sorted and heard her name. '' Waldgrave, Beaubelle! '' When her name was called out she walked slowly to the front to have the hat placed on her head. When she looked to the crowd she saw Sofia standing and with a frightend look she waited and waited..

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Rose Holland]

Rose was feeling slightly nauseous as she entered the Great Hall, she wasn't sure if it was the large amount of candy she consumed on the train or simple nerves. Well, it was probably the candy. She wasn't going to be nervous about something like a simple sorting. Her dad had told her all about his sorting and what it had been like. He had been in Ravenclaw, a house Rose wasn't really interested in. No, her mother's stories about Gryffindor sounded a lot more exciting.

Still, it was a relief to see the hat on the stool and realize it was still the same as it was in her parent's day. It would have sucked it if was different and she wouldn't have known what to do. Then maybe she would have been more like some of the other First Years, the ones who looked like they might faint any moment. Rose stood up a little straighter, a confident smile on her face. She was going to look like she belonged here, not like a scared little kid.

It took a little too long for her name to be called, though. Wasn't she supposed to be in the first part of the alphabet? Why was it taking so long? Her confident smile slipped a little as it was replaced by a frown. She needed to know her house. Some of these kids were walking to the hat so slowly. Didn't they realize there were others behind them?

Then, after waiting for ages, she finally heard it. "Holland, Rose!"

She walked to the stool and sat down, smiling widely as the hat as placed on her head.

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"Gryffindor!"

 

[Braxton Woodlock]

Braxton was looking forward to getting stuck in at Hogwarts. After years of being under the shadow of his brother, and a year of having to listen to his parents beam with pride at the mere mention of his name, he was finally starting school himself and finally in a position to make a name for himself and put his brother to shame. The train ride in had been mildly interesting, not everyone he had met had been boring so that had been a plus. Whether he saw any of them again remained to be seen, perhaps they would be in the same house as him. As long as he wasn't in the same house as Lucas. The last thing he wanted was to be under his feet yet again.

Shuffling along in the trove of new first years, Braxton got himself comfy at the back of the line. He knew it would be a long time before it was his turn. Finally, the line dwindled, the first years were all off at their new house tables and Braxton stepped up to the stool when his name was called. He made eye contact with his brother as the hat was lowered onto his head. "Just don't put me in Gryffindor with him," he muttered to the hat.

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"Don't worry. I won't because that's not the right house for you. The place for you is...Ravenclaw!"

 

[Odette Madison]

So far, Odette's school experience was nothing to write home about. The train ride had been anything but fun. Wasn't there a more convenient way for a magical school to transport people than to cram them all together in a train like sardines in a can? Honestly, it was a stupid tradition. And as Odette looked around the large castle she was going to spend the next seven years in, she could already tell there would be plenty of other stupid traditions to work around. The castle looked old and drafty, and she wondered if there were heating spells in place so they wouldn't all freeze to death in their beds. Assuming they got beds, it would almost not surprise her if they would be required to sleep on the floor.

Despite her stormy mood, she never forgot her mother's words. In fact, they seemed to be firmly implanted in her head. It was almost like she could hear her voice as if she was talking to her directly. A lady always looks pleasant and sweet, no matter the circumstances. A frown looks ugly on you, my girl, so I don't ever want to see it. You understand? I'm only looking out for you. She could even almost feel the little pat her mother would give her on the cheek after saying it, as if it would soften the words. But Odette was a good daughter, she was smiling sweetly as if she was having the most wonderful day of her life. But even as she looked like she was patiently waiting to be sorted, she was sizing up the other first years around her. She saw a few girls that were definitely prettier than her, but also a few that weren't. She would have to make sure she made herself seem better in different ways so she could still stand out more than the pretty ones.

Her eyes landed on the hat as her name was called. It was a filthy old thing, and it took all her willpower not to pull a face at the idea of putting it on her head. She managed, though, lowering her eyes shyly as she passed some other first years to take her place on the stool. She had no idea which house was the best one, and she didn't really care which one she would be put into. As long as it wasn't one that always lost the House Cup or had a bad reputation. Unfortunately, she didn't know enough about Hogwarts to really know which house that would be. It irritated her that they didn't just get to choose, or maybe do an interview with a Professor to get into a good House. She could charm a Professor into giving her the best house, she was sure of that. But a hat? Especially one as filthy as this one? She would just have to wait and see.

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"You belong in...Slytherin!"

 

[Larah Montoya]

Back home, the dining room had one small square table in the centre, four chairs placed carefully around it. The bright bulb shining directly above Larah and her parent's as they would eat, no matter what time of day. Today was a slightly different experience. Today there were five large grand wooden long tables, with many children sat up and down surrounded by plates of food lit by candlelight. How had she made it here? How would anyone at home believe such a place even existed? What made her special?

As their names were called, the young witch took a seat on the stool and waited as the soft hat, seemily alive, began to make its decision. She'd heard previously of students mentioning this hat, and how it knew where to place you. But how could it? It was a hat!

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Ethan Hayes]

Ethan followed the mass of children into a grand hall. This place was huge! It could easily fit a Brontosaurus, and in fact, Ethan wondered why they had not placed a skeleton right in the middle when they had the space for it anyway. If the British Museum could fit one, then surely every castle with just a bit of self-respect should have their own paleontological collection. Instead, this room had a podium with a single chair and an ancient-looking hat, right where the most important part of the exhibition should have been. These people could learn a little something from the other castles he had been to with his parents, but then again, he had to remind himself, he was in the magical world after all. A staff member had even looked puzzled at him when he referred to a T-Rex, so no wonder they hadn't heard of proper ancient building interior design. The gardens and the forest outside had definitely looked promising though. Ethan thought to himself that it might be the place for him to spend his time instead of in here, but on the other hand, this old castle was bound to hold ancient books to be read and secrets to be found.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of his name being proclaimed loud and and clear. An important-looking person had called him forward, but as he had been examining the intricate pattern on the wallpaper while thinking of other things, he hadn't caught up with the process, and stumbled forward, confused by this new situation. He was led to the chair, and felt the leather giving way under him as he sat down. The ancient hat was placed on his head, and Ethan wondered what was going to happen next. Everybody in the hall turned their heads and was staring intently at him, and in that moment he wished a dinosaur skeleton had stood there instead of him.

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"Hufflepuff!"

 

[Signy Forstrom]

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<SIZE size="50">Signy tightly clasped Andi's hand in hers as they both stepped into the great hall, she could hardly believe she was a first year, that they were first years together at Hogwarts, of course it had always been the plan, they'd attend school together, they'd be able to experience the seven years of schooling together. Signy was feeling nervous about it, she was sure that her time at Hogwarts would be nothing but good, but the thought of being sorted filled her stomach with butterflies, she usually worked for whatever she had, she did just get sorted, although she was calming her mind by just thinking of a house rather than as a defining trait of who she was but as a challenge to work at being the best kind of hufflepuff, or gryffindor that she could be. However, this still required her to get a house, to be sorted. The young blonde had her hair politely tied back in a ponytail, she had scrubbed her nails to ensure that not one spec of dirt could be found in them on this exceedingly important first night at school. After all, this would be a defining moment of change in her life. She had been waiting to go to magical school for years and finally now it was time, she was here, she with Andi, and together they would face this. That being said, Signy wasn't sure she wanted to end up in the same house as Andi, of course having someone she knew extremely well and cared about would only be an advantage but she didn't think they needed to be together to continue to be as close as they were, so while she would be so happy to be sorted with her, her mind also argued that being at this magical school with all these people would not be less amazing if she didn't have Andi in the same house as her, but of course Signy knew that Andi would be sorted first, so she could see where her cousin ended up and then use that to help make her decision.



Signy stood closer to Andi as they crowded around the front of the hall, and looked towards the professor, or was this the headmistress? She had done a little reading, a little bit of work before coming to the school, and she knew what the process would be, she had done a little reading on the houses, feeling more comfortable knowing a little to be able to know what it meant when she ended up somewhere. Of course the first thing she would do would be to write to her father about where she ended up, knowing that the man was as excited about this part of Signy's life as she was. Being the only child definitely seemed to help her in that regard. The song was odd, she knew it was happening, but a singing hat was definitely still a strange thing, she knew that most wizards could not do such a thing. The girl was glad when it was over but it meant the sorting had begun and her nervousness sky rocket back into place. She squeezed Andi's hand a little as the first names got sorted and as it closer to them she couldn't help the excitement that definitely seemed to take precedence. She felt her nervousness slip away and her excited for what was to come take it's place.



Forstrom, Signy



Hearing her name first, reminded Signy that Andi's name was not Andi, it was the nickname that she had just for so long known her as. At the little shove from her cousin, she let go of the girl's hand and stepped forward, through the still thick crowd until she was at the stool. The girl sat herself down and proceeded to let the hat be placed on her head, she took a deep breath and thought of the farm, her family, to help calm her as the hat made it's decision.

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"Your work ethic would make Helga Hufflepuff proud to call you one of her own. Hufflepuff!"

 

[Jerara Tapsell]

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<SIZE size="50">Jerara couldn't believe where he was, he couldn't understand how this was the world he was now in. The boy had gone from a little house he shared with his family in Australia to this castle in New Zealand with a bunch of people who were all like him, magical, wizards, witches. He had learned so much about this world in the very short time he had known about it prior to this sorting, and honestly to him this world was incredible, he could move beyond the pictures that moved. He couldn't understand how such a society could function and be so big and yet be so unknown to him and his family. The boy rubbed his arm nervously, trying to resist the urge to really make it look like he was glancing about the place, trying to take in every minuet detail about this hall, this great hall. Jerara felt so out of place, his father had walked him to the train station and helped him be ready for the journey and he had just such disbelief that he was living in this kind of world now, that he was a wizard. His younger brothers all of whom had learned about what he was, couldn't seem to make sense of it either, he could tell his mother barely approved, but her focus was on his youngest brother, Adoni who was only a year old. The young boy felt in that moment that actually he'd like his family with him, he wouldn't mind the constant conversations from his brothers to help settle himself and make him feel more at ease in this new and strange place. Jerara followed the crowd, spotting that one girl he had met in amongst the people. The boy while nervous and unsure about this world was so ready to try and be a part of it, he wanted to be magical, he wanted to see what every part of this school had to offer, he wanted to ask constant questions. Jerara wasn't sure what was in place to help a new student and new person to the magical world, he hadn't read about any sort of introductory class that would help him understand certain aspects of the new life he was going to lead. Primarily he didn't know how to use a quill, parchment or ink, to him it seemed so dated, he didn't understand why his muggle phone didn't work around magic and why instead he had to use an owl, had wizards never thought about how amazing instant message was.



As the hat began to sing, it pushed Jerara's attention away from his own personal monologue about his interactions so far within the magical world, and to the fact that in front of him was a hat that was singing, it was singing. Jerara had thought the pictures in the books moving defied all logic but this was hat that moved and sang in a manner that Jerara knew wasn't preprogrammed. How many more incredible things would in this world? What did he had to discover? What wonders awaited him? How far into this world would he get before he didn't awed by things that were happening? The boy clapped loudly for the singing hat that was clearly the thing deciding his fate. He stared it down, watching as person after person was sorted. What he had learned about the houses didn't really help him in deciding where he wanted to be, or where he might end up. The boy though he asked question and liked finding things out didn't think he was smart enough for Ravenclaw, but that was the only house he felt he was unsuited for. but, perhaps the hat would think different. The boy was trying to figure out how the hat knew which house to place people in, and he was nervously rubbing his arm, thinking that if he was the only muggleborn wizard from this group they would all know what to do and he would just sit there with no clue. The hat would move but it wouldn't say anything until it had decided. Did all magical people just send their thoughts to the hat and it could in a matter of second figure out where a person was headed. Jerara had to figure that the hat some how with it's magic could read the minds of the students, that was the only thing that he felt rightly explained it, and he knew he would find out very soon since,



Tapsell, Jerara



At his name Jerara stepped forward, the now thin crowd of first year students parting to let him through. He felt his hands shaking as he took his seat, gripping the sides of the stool with a tight grip, so unsure of what was to follow. The hat was placed on his head, and he tried his best to calm down, quiet his redundant questions about how this was going to happen, how it was possible and how incredible it was that this hat existed. He waited nervously for the hat to make it's decision.

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Violette Lao]

"Move it!" Violette exclaimed excitedly, pushing past throngs of taller people. The part-Govlin, standing at 3' even could barely make her way through the crowd of new students. With a grin on her face she made it to the front of the crowd, gawking at all the sights she could lay eyes on. This was amazing. The girl was alone as it was, she hadn't spoken to her sister since leaving and was nearly sure Xan picked another school - but didn't bother asking as she didn't mind.

Waiting patiently, Violette watched student after student get sorted. Some Gryffindors some Ravenclaws - where would she be put? The dark haired girl suddenly realized this decision was extremely important, and so when her name was called she found resolve in the fact she's not let the hat decide alone. She walked to the stool and took a seat (with more effort than really should have been needed! The school needed more goblin friendly seating!). Taking a breath she thought hard in her head. "I want somewhere with people like me. People who know a Goblin can succeed. People who aren't a bunch of ***** cats you know? I know pure all knowing and all that crap, but please help." She knew that there wasn't much else she could think, so while dangling her feet she hummed the hat's song- waiting

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"People like you, huh? Well let's take a look. Oh, you're easy to place. Better be...Gryffindor!"

 

[Aurora Night]

Rory felt like she'd been waiting all day. Waiting for her mother to pull her out of bed so she could eat a proper breakfast before leaving, waiting for her father's excited babble to cheer her little sister up as she waved goodbye. Waiting all day for this to be over already. Quite apart from the fact that she now had to start school, it seemed that all anyone had been able to talk about for the last couple of months was which house she would end up in. It seemed there could only be two options - the traditional house of her father's side of the family, or the equally traditional house of her mother's side.

Betting on the Mustard side of the family was fierce, as was the debate as to whether one should bet against her mother on the subject. Her paternal grandfather had merely sniffed and acted as if the entire affair was beneath him, although everyone was convinced he'd be quietly outraged if she didn't end up in the same house as her father. The scale of said outrage was also being bet upon, and even her father had put an unofficial galleon into that pool. Rory would have given them back all her birthday money if it would have made them stop. Which wasn't much, but that was alright, because it was all they deserved for never shutting up about the subject.

"Night, Aurora!"

She may not have particularly cared about the house she was about to be sorted into, but she cared immensely about what people called her. Rory groaned internally as she imagined the many weeks ahead of 'No, it's Rory, call me Rory'. School was annoying her already. Making her way out of the group of first-years, Rory walked up to the stool and sat quickly, hoping the hat wouldn't take too long to put her out of her misery.

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"Gryffindor!"

 

[Wynne Andoujenero]

Wynne had moved to New Zealand from Brazil only a few weeks ago, and everything had come so fast. Her sister, whom had been less than helpful, had taken her that morning to the train, reminding her not to embarrass her family name. Wynne tried hard to think that perhaps this was supposed to be encouraging, and took it that way the whole train ride to the school. Upon arriving though Wynne began to question her confidence. She hoped that she was good enough for what was to come. That she would learn well enough and that she would fit in. Her sister had told her no one would want to hang out with her because she was a mud-blood, but Wynne knew better. Plenty of students had to be mixed bloods right?

Wynne only hoped. She didn't wait long to hear her name. She was under the A's after all. Wynne took a breath and moved forward toward the stool, counting patiently the ten steps it took for her to get there. Wynne, with a small half smile on her face, sat down facing the crowd. She waited patiently for the hat to be dropped on her head, thinking about her want and need to do better than her sister. To do well.

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"Hufflepuff!"

 

[Amella Macksimov]

No one could convince Amella that she wasn't dreaming. The lights, the sounds - the smells. Everything about the school was elegant, seemingly flawless. The decorations welcoming the students were well lit, and everything screamed neat and perfect planning. This was heaven - if Amella believed in such. The part veela paced slowly and surely across the hall in measured steps. She was prepared for whatever the outcome of her sorting was.

As she waited she watched students both happy and disappointed go to their tables. Amella knew that the hat would be fair to her. She of course wanted Ravenclaw. The deep blue of the house reminded her of the mood lightening for many of her dance performances. As the numbers dwindled, finally her name was called. Amella cringed at the mispronunciation of her Spanish themed name, but the cringe did not last long. She thought perhaps she'd need to correct the person later if they got some one on one time. Amella moved to the seat and tucked her sirt carefully under her legs. Her head was raised in a dignified matter as she caught glimpse of the students before the had was dropped over her head and nearly over her eyes. She closed them in response, and for a while her mind was left blank - though Amella thought she'd get on thought in. "My sister is a Ravenclaw. If that seems fair I'd like that house please." She muttered to the older piece of cloth. Another thought crossed her mind. "Also what material are you?"

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Hyorin Lee]

The walk to the stage felt like a short one even Hyorin took a little step closer to the Sorting Hat. Not that she didn't want to be sorted it was her heart beating so fast as she get closer to it. It's as if the Sorting Hat smiled knowingly at her. She took a seat on the stool facing the Great Hall and once she settled down, the Deputy Headmaster placed the hat on her head. She bit her lower lips nervously as the hat examined her wishful mind that prayed for her to be sorted as the same House as her parents were. "Please, sorted me into a better House."

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"Slytherin!"

 

[Cornelius Hornby]

The boy was told always to keep his head held high, be proud of himself and mostly make his family proud with it and so far in his young life he hadn't the opportunity to do so. Always falling behind his siblings who were clever and talented where he often failed. It wasn't until this very day that he had ever felt that he had the chance to capitalize on his father's wishes for him. Today he was going to do just that just by standing in a queue and putting an old hat on his head where he would surely find his rightful place in Ravenclaw. Corny had ambitions but preferred to think of himself as finding his way to them through intellect and was by no means interested in hard work nor brawn. The introspective boy was certain he would go to the most appropriate house where he would find his way and meet other likeminded people just as his parents had both done. While he felt very little pride in most things, he knew this would make them happy. It was for this reason that the small Hindi boy waited for his name to be called, though he would hate for anyone to hear his first name. It was for this reason he stood near the front so he could jump up to the stage before it was entirely uttered which he did quite quickly.

"Hornby, Cor-"

The boy quickly rushed to the stage and took his seat before the professor was able to finish and he smiled at her. Perhaps later he would explain to her that she could just call him Hornby... Although his parents did love to call him by his full name. Or worse, his mother's pet names for him. He was glad that no one had the opportunity to hear such a thing and sat straight, waiting for the sorting hat to be placed on his head. He was most hopeful for his new home.

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"Ravenclaw!"

 

[Colin Ames]

Colin didn't hear anything when his name was called the first two times. His mind was lost as he was watching the floating candles flickering, wondering if actual magic made them float in the air like that, or if it was just some sick trick that someone in this place had. Colin was still struggling to accept that magic was real, you see. He still felt weird about everythinghis wand, the flying things, a talking hat, and a number of other supernatural-like events that he'd witnessed so far.

Well, it was all cool and everything, those events, but... magic? Really? He came from a place where a lot of people believe in a lot of silly superstitions, and he spent his every day life trying to oppose them. But thenbooma letter came in one day saying magic was real. Just like that. And life as he knew it now had turned upside down.

At the third time his name was called, somebody elbowed him and pointed at the stage. He mumbled thanks and walked slowly to the stage, fixing his eyes on the stool, then on the floor, then back on the floating candles. As he sat down, he remembered his father was once went to Hogwarts toothe one in England, thoughand he wondered what house his old man got sorted into. Well, he thought then, mom said dad went to Hogwartsso maybe I can start looking for things that can tell me about him here.

And maybe I can get sorted into the house my dad was in? he thought again, though still doubting that the hat could read his mind. A talking hat that could sing was one thing, but a mind-reading hat just sounded silly for Colin.

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"Adventurous, but too logical for Gryffindor. Better be...Ravenclaw!"

 

[Syrus Stilinski]

Syrus looked over at his sister, she stared straight ahead. Bored out of her mind, he assumed. At the last minute, Stella told her mum she wanted to go back to muggel school again. If it hadn't been for Silas, she would've gotten her way. Mum told her no, and quickly reminded her, Syrus was going to Hogwarts. He felt a little bad, though he shrugged and looked away. He didn't need her to be here, she was in higher grade either way, what's the chance they would end up in the same house? Four to one, FOUR TO ONE. Not that he didn't mind, but as he sat there thinking it over....it might be a little nice to distant himself from her. Maybe he'll learn something new that she hadn't done already?! The possibilities were endless. His attention went back to his muggel comic, x-men finally released their latest issues. His mum promised he'll get more if he behaved well this year and don't give Stella such a hard time. His mum's voiced echoed, as he flicked open the cover of the comic book pages.

Just when he was really getting into it, he heard his name. Twice actually. "Stilinski, Syrus!" He jolted from his seat, his sister frowning from where she sat. Syrus, warily stepped ahead and sat down. Stella was still frowning, he couldn't tell if she was worried or just annoyed. Her eyes soften, he gave her big gaping smile before the hat went flop right down his messy curls.

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"Gryffindor!"

 

[Rufus Villiers]

This was it. Rufus' time had come. Even though he disliked his brother he still listened intently to the stories that he had brought back home with him about Hogwarts and he had been dying to go ever since his brother had been accepted into the school. He joined the other first years that were gathered before the sorting hat. Rufus looked around him and smiled at a few of the other students who he had met on the train who seemed to have potential to be his friends. But many of them he didn't know and he looked them up and down, sizing up who would be worthy enough to pursue.

After what seemed like forever, Rufus' name was finally called and he walked up to the stool with his head held high, he felt so proud to be there and so excited for what was in front of him. He couldn't wait that much longer to find out what house he would be in and wished for the sorting hat to be quick when making up its mind on the house. He took a deep breath and waited for the hat's verdict.

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[Tristan Collins]

Tristan had to clench his jaw to make sure it wouldn't drop. He didn't want to look like a gaping simpleton, but he honestly felt like even if he did he couldn't be blamed. Whatever reservations he'd had about this entire thing after he got the letter all flew out the window at the sight of the school. The castle was gorgeous, and it made him feel excited to be part of something so big and so ancient. He tried not to stare too much, but couldn't help his gaze lingering on tapestries and suits of armor as they passed them.

The Great Hall was the crown jewel and he let out a small involuntary noise as he saw it. He was sure his entire family's house could fit in here, easily. He suddenly wished he could show his little brother, but he had been told that cameras and other technology wouldn't work inside the school. It was a shame, this all deserved to be on film. He wanted to show everyone that this is where he now belonged.

He was so distracted by his surroundings and working hard not to look too impressed that it took him a moment to see the Sorting Hat. It didn't look all that impressive to him, until it started to sing. He jumped, instantly cursing himself for it. He didn't want to stand out, and maybe talking or singing hats were perfectly normal for wizarding kids. To his relief, a few other kids looked surprised or at least wary as well. He barely paid attention to the lyrics, but gathered the general idea of the sorting pretty quickly. He was going to have to put on this hat in front of the entire school? Great. What sadistic teacher had thought this up? Was there any reason this couldn't have been done in a separate room? He frowned at the staff table, wondering who there was responsible for this.

It wasn't long before he heard his name. He tore his gaze away from the teachers and walked over to the hat. This was going to be a strange experience, and he was sure it wouldn't be the last.

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[Autumn Branning]

Autumn couldn't believe she was witch. The fact that magic was real, and that she had it, hadn't really sunk in since she got her letter. What was most surprising was the fact her brother was not nearly as excited as he should be. He was a wizard, she was a witch, and Austin just continued to act like normal even after they got their letter. Their lives had changed forever, Austin seemed as disinterested as he did in their previous school. Everything about their new world was exciting. The fact they now had wands, her new cat, the secret train platform, the old timey train.

The train ride was exciting, a whole train full of people all heading towards the same school. Autumn was glad that she met so many different people. She was excited to get to know as any people as she could. Austin didn't seem that interested in meeting people, but she had dragged him along with her all the same. He needed to be social, she would not have a brother who was the social pariah of the school. He would have at least one friend, even if he had to tie him to someone else, he can make a friend by proxy. When the finally arrived at the station they were taken off the train and escorted up to the school.

The school was a caste. An actual castle. Autumn couldn't believe her eyes as they made their way inside. She kept looking over her shoulder to make sure her brother was still there. Knowing him he might fall in the lake and drown before he ever made it inside. The students were taken into a room called the Great hall and the name itself was an understatement. The room was amazing, it was packed with students across four tables, everyone was talking excitedly to each other, some were looking over their shoulders at the new students, she could swear she saw three boys looking over the newbies and judging them, she rolled her eyes at the boys. Autumn ignored them and focused on the stool at the top of the hall. The students seemed to be called out, and had a hat placed on their head. Going in alphabetical order by surname, it wasn't long before it was Autumn's turn. She turned and nodded at her brother and pulled her hand from his. He had insisted on holding her hand for moral support. The boy would need to do some serious growing up at this school.

Autumn made her way up to the stool and took her seat. She had no idea what the houses meant, so she had no idea where she would end up.

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[Camelia Vetrova]

Camelia Kyle could hardly contain the smile on her lips as she entered the Great Hall. It was everything she ever hoped it would be. And there was a lake near. Shame lakes did not have big waves like the ocean did, but she could still swim in it. That is, until her brother told her that someone drowned in it last year. Camelia was a little weary on it. However, maybe the boy just did not know how to swim like she did? Camelia looked around with a bright smile on her face. She wanted to be sorted! She did not care where she went. Cristian was a Hufflepuff. She could see herself in that house, but if they based it on personalities, then they may not end up together. The only Kyle daughter looked around for the one she was supposed to be betrothed to. Her family wanted the best for her, and told her that she needed to see it through. Camelia did not really understand. She did not care. She wanted to just surf and play and learn. Mostly, all about Quidditch. It excited her to a personal level. She needed to learn to fly. Her spirit could not be contained on just the solid ground.

"Kyle, Camelia!"

"Yes?" answered Camelia before she realized that she needed to go up there. Whoops. She giggled and walked her way up to the stool. She plopped down and rested her hands in her lap. She felt the hat upon her brown hair, and she closed her eyes. Could she feel the hat within her mind? Nope. She wanted to know where she needed to be for the next seven years! Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Slytherin. She heard good things about them all, and she did not care where she went. She sighed and thought simply, 'I hope I don't make it too easy for you to sort me, mister hat!'​

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[Estelle Warland]

Estelle Styx walked through the Great Hall with her hair down, covering the majority of her pale skin. She did not look sickly, but she just inherited it from her very pale parents. Already, she missed being in Russia, but her father did a lot of business here, and sent most of his children here to go to school. Her siblings were here. Lestat was in Slytherin and Elysia was in Ravenclaw. If she had to choose, it would certainly be Ravenclaw. She loved her sister, and looked up to her. Elysia was also very protective of her. As her name was called, Estelle glided up to the front, pushing her hair from her face. She revealed her silvery green eyes that matched her mother's. She had a lot in common with her mom. She was almost a direct copy, except she had a lot of skills that her father possessed. She sat graciously down on the stool, feeling the hat upon her head. She awaited her fate.
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[Beatrice Fleming]

Cluttered with all the other new students, Beatrice could hardly wait to be sorted. The Great Hall was illuminated with charmed candles and crackling fires, all the tables were filled with each of the four houses of Hogwarts with new students front and center. Many around her looked either nervous, excited, or just plain unreadable about the ceremony. Bea didn't really care where she would be sorted. Each house, to her, had its own perfections and flaws. From what her mother told her, Beatrice had the personality of a Hufflepuff and the magical talent of a Slytherin. That's not to say that she isn't as intelligent as a Ravenclaw or as courageous as a Gryffindor, she's just very cunning and ambitious. Beatrice wanted to be a Slytherin. She knew it could help in many ways to achieve her potential in magic.

The Headmistress welcomed them all to Hogwarts in New Zealand and directed how the Sorting Ceremony will work. After the Sorting Hat sang its words the ceremony began and the first name was called. One by one, students sat upon the stool and had the hat declare their house. Beatrice breathed deeply in and out, anxious for her turn. Most were pleased by the Hat's announcements then finally it was her turn.

"Fleming, Beatrice!"

Beatrice moved through the crowd, her cloak fluttering behind her as she confidently glided to the stool. Her doe eyes looked up to see the hat being place upon her enormous curly locks. She could hardly believe she was leaving her future in the hands of a magic talking hat.

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[Robert Salem]

Robert Salem was unsure of how to feel. Having received his letter of acceptance back in April, the Swiss boy was still adjusting to the concept of being magical. Having visited the Obsidian Harbour and the plethora of shops definitely made the concept a reality, but nothing compared to the difference of being surrounded by hundreds of other magical students like him. Standing along the edge of the cluster, Robbie was habitually biting his lip, the boy feeling rather shy and nervous. Taking in his surroundings, what amazed Robert most about the entrance hall was how every painting and or image would move - each piece of art had it's own story and personality, which the boy was mesmerized by. Quickly redirecting his attention back to the doors, Robert watched and listened to the professor intently. Hearing the woman's introduction calmed Robert's nerves a tremendous amount; now he knew the plan.

Walking into the Great Hall, Robbie felt like he was experiencing culture shock. Trying to keep with the group, the boy was overwhelmed by the chatter, and the smells that the hall offered. Feeling dazed, Robert completely missed the hat's song and the introduction of the houses - but he did notice the four colours that represented each house. Waiting patiently for his name to be called, he watched immersed in the sorting and the reaction that followed. "Salem, Robert" Making his way through the few students left, Robert bit his lip as he made his way to the stool. Unsure of what was to happen, Robert sat patiently until the hat called.

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