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- 5/2031
Ava was stood waiting to be sorted, surrounded by the rest of her fellow first years. They were all packed a little too close together for her liking and she could practically feel the boy behind hers breathe on her neck. This made her uncomfortable, she was already sweating in her new school robes and she could feel her pale face flushed red. She began to fidget, rubbing her palms against her shirt and biting her thumb nail. She could practically hear her mothers voice in her head, "Nasty habit, darling, please stop" it made her smile a little and she hit a sudden wave of misery as she realised she missed her parents, she'd been so nervous she hadn't thought of them all day. They'd be sat at their big oak dining table right now, having dinner, talking about their day, most likely about her, wondering how she was getting on. She knew they'd both been worried, she wasn't the best in social situations but that could've just been down to lack of experience more than anything. She knew she had to make an effort to make friends here to put her parents minds at ease, they didn't want her isolating herself as she so often did at home.
Please, lets just get this over with, she thought. She wanted nothing more than to be sorted and sitting comfortably at her new house table, ready to begin the feast.
The headmistress began reading out names, and it wasn't long before "Cleever, Ava" was called. Oh, thats me, she realised, stepping forward, willing herself not to blush, her face was pink enough with the heat.
She sat down upon the stool, trying to avoid the glares of the mass of students before her, and felt the sorting hat placed on her head. How does this work then, she thought, her parents had talked her through the process and how the sorting hat would be able to tell exactly where she belonged, but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to think of while the hat was on her head. Did she just sit there, was she supposed to talk to it.. with her mind? She had absolutely no clue which house she'd belong to. Her mother had been a Hufflepuff and her father a Ravenclaw, but she didn't consider herself particularly alike either of them, not in personality, they all had different interests, although they tried to take an interest in each others. I suppose I'll just wait for the verdict, she thought..
"You don't have to wait long. You belong in...Hufflepuff!"
Please, lets just get this over with, she thought. She wanted nothing more than to be sorted and sitting comfortably at her new house table, ready to begin the feast.
The headmistress began reading out names, and it wasn't long before "Cleever, Ava" was called. Oh, thats me, she realised, stepping forward, willing herself not to blush, her face was pink enough with the heat.
She sat down upon the stool, trying to avoid the glares of the mass of students before her, and felt the sorting hat placed on her head. How does this work then, she thought, her parents had talked her through the process and how the sorting hat would be able to tell exactly where she belonged, but she wasn't sure what she was supposed to think of while the hat was on her head. Did she just sit there, was she supposed to talk to it.. with her mind? She had absolutely no clue which house she'd belong to. Her mother had been a Hufflepuff and her father a Ravenclaw, but she didn't consider herself particularly alike either of them, not in personality, they all had different interests, although they tried to take an interest in each others. I suppose I'll just wait for the verdict, she thought..
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