The Sorting Ceremony

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Magenta walked into the Great Hall with the rest of the First Years and found herself mesmerised by the rest of the hall. Everything was so magical in this place and after spending so much time outside of the magical world basically everything had surprised her so far. She took a spot at the front of the hall and waited for her name to be called. With her name, though, she didn't have to wait very long and she took her spot on the stool at the front of the room and gave a weak smile. Please place me correctly.. She thought.
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Aquila looked around the Great Hall in awe. Part of her couldn't believe she was there. Yes she knew she was magical, her aunt had made sure of that. She watched her cousin for a bit, wondering what was going though the other girl's head. It was almost weird to call Tyrande her cousin because they were now more like sisters and technically since her aunt actually adopted her they were. She missed her real parents but they had been gone for five years now and she was now fully settled with her new family. "Quartz, Aquila. Aquila was startled out of her thoughts when her name was called. After a brief moment, she made her way to the stool. As the hat was placed on her head, Aquila felt a small tinge of nerves.
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The Great Hall was a little smaller than he had imagined, but Wilfred was often prone to exaggerated flights of fancy. The castle wasn't quite how he had imagined, either, being a different shape, colour and constitution than he had envisioned. That was the problem with having a parent that could paint as well as his Papi, really, he had tried to build the idea of school around his bedroom, and now that it was here... well, it just wasn't measuring up as well as he had hoped. There was plenty other things to get excited about, at least, with the large cohort he would be joining. The sorting seemed rather straightforward (though he tried to ignore the fact that it effectively cut his chances of befriending everyone by segregating them - he could just imagine his Tata's face) and he found himself bouncing on his heels as the alphabet came closer to L. It was a bit of a wait, but at least it was a lot closer than R would be.

His heart started rattling in his chest as his name was called, and the young blond almost tripped over himself trying to get up there. Wilfred had the uncomfortable feeling of being alone, seeing as his siblings and parents were back home and this was the first time in a long time when he didn't have one of them near him. Sitting down, he looked out among the crowd of complete strangers, and willed himself to think of this as an opportunity for adventure, and not acknowledge the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Taking a big breath, Wilfred squeezed his eyes shut as the hat was placed on his head, and waited.</SIZE>​
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The magestic archways surrounding all of the first-years made Jasmine feel so small and weak. Some girls were chatting away about how their brothers had told them all about the lessons and which house they were going to be sorted into. " First-years, this way please, " Professor McGonagall crowed, much like an eagle with her sharply pitched, somewhat girly tone of voice. It was obvious that you would not want to be on the wrong side of her. Everyone half walked, half jogged to keep up with her as her pace was very brisk and strong. As they all entered the Great Hall, there were many Oohhs and Aahhed but Jasmine was quick to notice the crowd of hundreds of pupils staring their way. She blushed, turning a deep scarlett. "If there is a spell that prevents blushing, I need to learn it fast," she mumbled quietly to herself. She hardly even heard Professor McGonagall announce the start of the sorting. Slowly the line began to melt away as children got sorted into their houses. It was Jasmine's turn. She stumbled towards the rickety three legged stool, slid onto it and felt her heart thud in her chest. She felt the old, musty sorting hat slip down her head, obscuring her vision. " Ooh, I know just what to do with you! You'll be a-"
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Alkander never felt so thrilled in his life before. After a day-long trip with a steam-engine in New Zealand's countryside, he was now in a small boat with other first years, crossing the dark void of a vast lake. The small boats were heading towards the magnificence of an enormous stone castle. Lights coming out of the castle's windows were bouncing off the lakes surface and where highlighting its imposing bearing. This was going to be his new home and he couldn't help but wonder how long it was going to take until he was able to explore every inch of this castle.

A shiver struck his spine as the boat gently hit the shore. The unsorted students headed towards the castle's gates that opened widely, welcoming them. The sounds of their footsteps echoed against the walls that were covered with portraits whose owners were moving around, from frame to frame, in order to have a better look of their young faces. As a true explorer, throughout the time they waited at the closed door of the Great Hall, he couldn't help but scan his surroundings with his intelligent eyes. He was imagining hidden passages behind the larger portraits and hidden stairways concealed beneath heavy statues.

After a couple of minutes of waiting at the Entrance Hall, the adult that was escorting them lead the way into the vast Great Hall. Four rows of tables were placed in the center of the hall and hundreds lit candles were hovering above. What captivated the most his attention was the enchanted ceiling. Overhead stars were twinkling, a reflection of the night sky. Alkander made a mental note. He was going to request from his father to do the same with his bedroom's ceiling when he was back home for the holidays.

The group of first years stopped in front of the staff's table. Alkander studied a few faces sitting there, waiting for the sorting ceremony to begin. These were the people that were going to assist him in achieving what he was dreaming of.

The headmistress welcomed them to Hogwarts and Alkander was subtly listening to her as he couldn't stop looking around, admiring every inch of that hall, excited of what was next to come. He zoned when the headmistress' speech was over and another voice reached his ears. Taken aback, his grey eyes searched for the source of that voice and locked on a shabby witch-hat placed on a wooden stool. Alkander knew already which was the role of this animated hat. He wasn't nervous at all. He had no preferences. His house wasn't really going to affect what he personally wanted to achieve out of his seven years of education at Hogwarts. He wasn't really fond of a hat infiltrating the deepest corners of his mind but at least, most of the time this procedure wasn't taking a long time.

Alkander didn't have to wait long for his name to be called. Determined he stepped out of the crowd and went for the stool. He sat down and the hat was placed on his head, obscuring the view of the packed Great Hall. Impatiently waited for the hat's decision.
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Magic wasn't real. It just couldn't be, this was all a bunch of mad people who had been brainwashed into believing it was. Then again, he was now also standing with them, so that must mean he had been brainwashed as well. he might have been handed a stick and told it was a wand and he could do magic with it, but that didn't mean he was going to believe it. This was all just crazy and he was going to prove it at some point. There was no chance that magic could be real.

Folding his arms a little across his chest, Brad's nose wrinkled up slightly as the Headmistress brought out some old looking hat. And it sang, just brilliant.

"Ridiculous," was all he scoffed in response once it had stopped. It must just be an animatronic or something like that, not like a real hat could talk and put people into houses. Though it was with curiosity as he watched the hat do it's thing, though he didn't get to watch for very long as his last name was one of the first in the alphabet. As soon as he heard 'Ahn' be called out, he started to walk forward. He doubted there was anyone else with the same last name as him, and he seemed to be correct in that assumption as his first name followed it and no one else had even moved. Though he had already reached half way to the front by the time his name was finished being called out to the whole hall.

A completely disinterested look on his face, Brad plopped himself down in his seat, folding his arms back comfortably over his chest as the hat was put over his head. But he couldn't feel any metal or the hat wasn't heavy which would suggest it wasn't machine work, but it just had to be.

Magic was not real.

"Just get on with it," he huffed out loud. because there was no way some stupid machine hat could actually read his thoughts.
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"Let's see here. Oh, you're quite stubborn aren't you? But that's not your most important trait. Ah, here it is. I'm getting a better picture of you now. Better be...Hufflepuff!"
 
Aras walked into the Great Hall that he heard so much about. He looked ahead with his intense, emerald eyes. Nothing could save him from being sorted. It had been years why he decided that Hogwarts was not the best match for him. Obviously, his father disagreed, and now he had to go. He had to listen to his father. His rules were laws, and could never be severed. No matter how much he protested and begged, he had to go. He thought of ways to avenge this. Aras would find a way to rebel, but how can he rebel without attracting too much negative attention to himself? He did not want to be known all over the school, yet he did not want to spend the rest of the year at that school. There was truly no pleasing the young boy. He would have to find a way around this, and he would have to find a way to save himself the agony of going to this school.

"Aras Urbonavicius!" the headmistress called out with a booming voice. Ara grumbled as he shoved his way through the crowd. The crowd was small now, of course, thanks to the fact that he was one of the last ones sorted. He sat down where he needed, and felt the hat upon his head. He stared ahead, looking over the crowd. He looked down at his hands and he started to think, "I really don't want to be here, but I don't have a choice. Please, place where I will excel the most, Sorting Hat." With his luck, perhaps the hat could hear him, and grant him his wish.
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Athena took a deep breath as the new first year followed the headmistress to the great hall, where the doors were opened. She nudged her brother and smirked at how enormous the hall was. She loved being here already. Not that it felt like home, because now she had to create a name for herself, and a reputation - not to mention getting to know lots of people. Athena glanced around her at her future classmates and resisted the urge to roll her eyes when she saw the annoying, creepy twins she had met during the winter holidays. She didn't have to interact with them, so that was a relief. At least the eleven year old could be around so many other people her age, and thankfully she already made a new friend. She had to wait a while before her name was called:

"Rey-Martinez, Athena"

The girl grinned as she walked up to the stool before sitting down. The hat was placed onto her head and the only thing Athena thought as the hat made the decision was if she'd be with her brother.
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Ever since their letters had arrived Grayson and Jasmine had been eagerly awaiting their arrival at Hogwarts. Jasmine had been unbearable the closer the time came as her excitement grew and she was never very good at holding in her feelings. Grayson hadn't left his sisters side all day as they prepared to leave for their new school. Gray wouldn't admit it to his sister but he was nervous for their sorting. He didn't want to be separated from his sister, he wanted to be around to protect her, who knew what kind of people would be in whatever house she was sorted into. After travelling together to the school, they stood waiting in the Great hall side by side. Jasmine squeezed Gray's hand as students were called one by one, and soon they were down to the Ws and that was when he felt Jasmine's hand tighten. "It'll be ok," He whispered to her.

"Wolfe, Grayson"

Grayson took a sharp intake of breath as his name was called. He put his arm around his sister and kissed her forehead. "Wish me luck," He whispered and made his way to the stool, took his seat and had the hat lowered onto his head. Grayson hoped they would stay together, he couldn't bare to be apart from his sister.
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It was finally time for the Wolfe twins to be sorted into their Hogwarts houses and Jasmine couldn't be anymore nervous. She wanted nothing more than to be in the same house as her twin so they could look after each other and share in each other's experiences of being in the same house. They had travelled together, sat in the same compartment on the train together and now stood next to each other, hand in hand as they waited for the Sorting Hat's verdict. She squeezed her brother's hand as it came closer to their own time to be sorted; as student after student walked up to the front once their name was called to be sorted into a house. The butterflies in Jasmine's stomach became more active once they reached the 'W's and before she knew it Gray's name was called and she reluctantly relinquished the grip that she had on him so he could find out where he would go. She flashed him a small smile as he walked to the front of the room and she held her breath as she waited for Gray to get sorted. She tried to fight back the tears as she imagined her life at Hogwarts without her brother by her side 24/7, she couldn't bear that outcome and prayed that the two of them would be together throughout their time at Hogwarts.

"Wolfe, Jasmine"

It wasn't long before it was her own turn and she took a deep breath as the hat called her to the front. Slowly she made her way to the hat and sat upon the stool and she waited for the hat to reach its verdict, hoping against hope that she would be able to take a seat right next to her brother.
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Rose, Scarlett.



Her name was called. Scarlett could feel her heart beating in her ears. The lump. The lump. So this was it. The moment she and her assumed peers had anticipated for months. She thought back to the day she received her acceptance letter. The day she herself was validated.



Unlike many students whom were sent a single letter in the mail, her letter was hand-delivered. She could remember the day clearly. An elderly woman stood on her grandparents' front porch. She illustrated a magical world where Scarlett could be among others like her with "unique" talents.



Scarlett mounted the stool where the animate hat was placed on her head. Whatever house the hat declared her, did not matter. She was a witch, who knew.e a schedule.[/font]

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If Merlin was dreaming, it was a dream being shared by tens of other new students who looked as stunned as he did when they first entered the Great Hall. People had been telling stories about trials you had to go through or quizzes you had to take to be sorted into your house, but only people who had siblings there or who did their research knew what was coming. Everyone else had their own interpretations and a few were foolish enough to spread it, sending everyone else into a tizzy about possibly fighting a dragon or solving riddles. Therefore it was both relieving and slightly disappointing for Merlin to discover that all he had to do was sit on a stool and wear an old and slightly discoloured witches' hat. He got quite a shock when it opened its brim and began to sing, and the alarm turned to excitement when it began to shout the house for each student who placed it upon their heads. He wondered whether or not it ran on some sort of algorithm to ensure even sorting between houses or whether or not it was truly magical after all.

The longer the watched, the more eager he was to be sorted, but Merlin was at the far end of the list and he was forced to wait in anticipation for over fifteen minutes, during which time the novelty of a talking hat began to wear off and he simply wanted to sit down and eat. Fortunately his moment came sooner rather than later, and the curly-haired, bespectacled student startled and trotted up to take his place on the stool when his name was called. Thus reminded of the proceedings, the butterflies started up in his stomach as soon as the hat fell over his eyes. Merlin felt the weight of the Sorting Hat, but it didn't feel heavier for any internal mechanisms. Furthermore, he could have sworn he could hear mutterings, faint 'Hm's' and 'Ah, yes's as though the hat was flicking through the files of his mind to see where he ought to go. It was quite disconcerting. After a moment he couldn't stand it any longer, and Merlin spoke through the corner of his mouth so as to not draw attention from those on the outside.
"Hello? Can you hear me, hat? Are you deciding where to put me now?". If this was not actually a magical hat, he was going to feel very foolish talking to it.​
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"That I am. Almost there, just one more...ah, there you are. You'll find your home in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Eleanor felt like she had been waiting for this moment for her entire life. Almost all of her siblings were graduated or almost there, and she was just getting started. Not that it discouraged her, she was just glad to finally be here. She would say she was glad to finally be on her own and able to make her own decisions while at Hogwarts, but it was hard to feel like she had freedom from supervision when her oldest sister, who was also her guardian, was the head of house for Hufflepuff here. Eleanor hoped with all her heart that she wouldn't end up in that house because she wanted to be able to get away from being watched over by Kennedy. She knew all about the Hogwarts houses since each of her sisters had been in a different one, and she had an idea of where she wanted to go, but it was agonizingly frustrating to know she had no choice in the matter. Instead it was up to the Hat. When her name was called up, Ella grinned excitedly and walked up to the stool to sit down. She looked around the Great Hall to look for her sisters but there were so many people looking up at her, it was hard to find them in the sea of faces, and then the hat obscured her vision. Please, please put me in the right place, she thought, knowing which House she wanted, and hoping the Hat would take it into consideration, or at the very least anywhere but the house Kennedy watched over.
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"No need to worry. You won't end up in Hufflepuff. Now, where do you belong? Hmm. Aha. Not Slytherin? You'd learn a lot there. No? Alright, better be Gryffindor!"
 
A little nervous, Aeri stepped towards the sorting hat when her name was called. She was small, but eager. Her eyes rested on the sorting hat's wrinkly exterior and with a tiny smile, she bounced towards the stool.

"I want to make all the friends in this magic world!" she told the sorting hat cheerfully. A muggleborn like her hardly knew anything about this world. She'd heard there were books that she could read, and while Aeri enjoyed reading, she'd been so busy over the past few months she just couldn't read them. "I promise I'll read the books about hogwarts, I just want nice friends! I'll stick by them no matter what and never let them go!" A small pause, followed by a short, "I trust you hat! With all my life I'll trust you!"
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Oh the candles were floating, children laughing, songs ringing across the room, the ambience was marvelous. With a smile on her face, Kira glanced at the ceiling which was filled with stars, ah... Starrs, just like her name.



A hat began to sing the famous sorting song, describing the four houses of Hogwarts, would she end up with her brother in Ravenclaw? Only the sorting hat knows.



"Starr, Kira Hitachiin"



A pair of proud hazel eyes aimed for the stool as she saw her cousins and brother sitting with their own houses. Once she had reached the stool, Kira took a deep breath, sitting up straight with her chin up, appearing to be confident, and let the hat get things done.​
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The train ride from Obsidian Harbor to Brightstone station was uncomfortably crowded, with so many more kids and teenagers than Icarus had ever expected to see in his entire lifetime. His compartment was uncomfortably cramped, as someone had taken on with them a ridiculously over-sized carry-on bag, and he hadn't known to bring enough galleons with him to get some snacks from the trolley witch as she strolled her cart on by, leaving him feeling hungrier faster as he had to watch other kids eat chocolate and sweets the whole way there. What started off as a not-so-great first experience became a hundred times better once the train finally came to a halt, and the youth was able to jump out and stretch his legs. He was sure his owl felt similarly, though the boy wasn't sure he allowed to let it out of its cage until he reached the castle.

The walk up to the castle doors was the first time it really hit Icarus that he would be actually attending Hogwarts, after all his time spent waiting. It was always something he acknowledged and looked forward to, but only now that he was physically here did it really start to sink in. Now each step he took built up the excitement, and when he finally entered the Great Hall, he couldn't help but just stand there in astonishment and take it all in. It was unlike anything he'd seen, so much magic in one room. The open ceiling, reflecting the outside sky was almost calming, and it was difficult to believe there were still various floors to the castle overhead. Looking up at the moon and the clouds helped him forget the crowd of others around him, and he kept his focus skyward as a voice rang out at the front of the hall, only half paying attention until finally -

"Ioannou, Icarus."

Was he Icarus? Yes, yes he was. Stumbling out from the cluster of eleven year olds, he made his way up to the front of the hall, trying his best not to walk too fast or energetically, on the off chance he fell over his own feet in front of hundreds of other students. Even with his semi-powerwalk to the stool, it seemed to feel like forever just to reach it, and it was with relief that he finally was able to sit down, feeling the fabric of the hat settle over his head. He brushed dark strands of hair from his brow, as the magical headwear flattened it all down, after he'd spent so much time that morning styling it to look at least half decent for his big day. Hello! Should I think about anything in particular? I heard that like, half of the professors here are animagi! Is that true? Is there something you'd want to turn into if you could? Are my thoughts distracting? I don't know if I can not think about anything. His mind rambled, feeling like he was thinking more now than he'd ever had in his life, but he couldn't stop now that he'd started.</COLOR>
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"I know how to sift through it all and find what's important. Oh, that's what I was looking for! You'd get by in Gryffindor but that's not good enough. Better be RAVENCLAW!"
 
Achlys Styx walked in the Great Hall with her twin at her side. Nerine and Achlys looked highly similar, but they were not identical. Yet, it was still hard to tell who was who unless one looked hard enough or knew what to look for. Achlys stared ahead with a bored expression, dying to get the trivial sorting done so that she could learn what she can. Sighing, her name, the surname, was rather common around these parts. If someone was a Styx, they were related to the Head of House of Slytherin. That was all there was to it. Achlys was no different, but she was not directly from him, but his brother, Kanos. Achlys did look up to Kalif, as much as a niece would to an uncle. His leadership skills were astounding, but he could learn to joke about or have something other than a sour look on his face. The girl looked about as name after name was called. She would be first before Nerine, much like their births. Achlys waited patiently, before finally hearing her name. The young girl walked up to the stool and sat down. She felt the big hat on her head, and she thought, 'I want my sister to be with me. Please, don't let me down.' Of course, Achlys had no expectation of the houses. She only wanted to learn Potions and history. The rest would come later. Hopefully, not something that would cause her to lose interest.
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Eleonora followed the rest of the first years into the grandeur of the Great Hall and she couldn't believe that this was where she was going to spend her next seven years. Not to mention the fact that during those seven years she would be surrounded by family that she hadn't known for very long but was so desperate to spend more time with. She wondered if she would be sorted into the same house as them and she smiled at the thought, that would certainly be the best case scenario for her but she would be incredibly thrilled to be in any house.

"Cade, Eleonora"

It didn't take long for Eleonora's name to be called out and she took a deep breath as she was instructed to walk up to the hat. She looked around the room and saw the familiar blonde heads of her cousins and smiled at them wondering if they were pleased to see her. She took her seat and closed her eyes as the hat was placed on her head.
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Nerine and Achlys shared a look when they entered the Great Hall and spotted the Slytherin Head of House. The school was littered with Styxs, and they were soon to take their place among them. Nerine herself didn't mind what house she was in- it was all irrelevant in the grand scheme of things, and she felt that each one was perfectly adequate to help her reach her goals- but she didn't feel the same need to be with her sister as Achlys did. It was surely preferred, but she'd resigned herself to thinking that her twin may not have even chosen the same school to attend. Studying together was simply a bonus.

She put her hand on her sister's shoulder gently as the other passed to take her place on the stool. It was then that she finally felt some anxiety about being without Achlys. She tried to imagine days and nights passing without being in each other's presence; standing side by side as she prepared ingredients for Achlys to brew, nursing plants together, reading, people-watching, eating, sleeping. Lost in her unease, she missed the hat's verdict for Achlys and took her own place on the stool with even more disquiet. Nerine dared not ask the hat to put her in the same house lest it interrupt the sorting process- it was more important to be placed correctly rather than pandering to her own whims- but she thought that the hat heard her fears just the same. There was nothing more but to wait.​
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Hudson made his way with the large crowd of students in front of him. He wasn't sure what to make of it all. The train ride had been nice, his older cousin didn't sit with him and he figured that would be the case. She was too good for poor orphan Hudson. Hudson had found a quiet compartment with other young students and they all spent the time taking a nap. After all, he would need it all the excitement of the Sorting Ceremony and dinner. Then finding his dorm room Hudson was glad to rest. He had been enjoying himself greatly since getting to the castle. He could see all sorts of fun he would have in the castle. He had been in castle's before, the Worth English status granted him that. But, nothing quite as large and grand as this school. He couldn't believe Hogwarts was just a school, it seemed as though it should be something else, the place where a Knight came to save the Princess from the highest tower maybe. He shuffled along, getting a little left behind as he tried to look at everything. He was glad he was towards the back of the group, he got to see everything and everyone. He liked it that way. Hudson wasn't one for being in front of the crowd.

"Worth, Hudson."

There it was. His time to get up on the chair and sit underneath the hat that would place him in a house for the next seven years. He was sure there wouldn't be any changing his house, although he could change schools. Anna-Jo had done it, originally coming here but then going to Beauxbatons. He let out his breathe and walked up to sit under the hat. Looking around he spotted his cousin, Slytherin house. He didn't care to be with her and wondered if he should tell the hat. But, maybe the hat didn't like children and would put him there anyways. He decided to sit quietly and wait for the hat to speak his future.
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<FONT font="Lucida">Xavier took in a deep breath, before letting it all out. This was it. He was finally going to see his cousins again. But more importantly, the third Mackintosh child was about to go to Hogwarts, he'd waited for this moment for at least a year and he couldn't believe how fast his eleventh birthday came. He had anticipated it, but there was no way to describe what he was feeling now. All he could feel was his heart beating loudly in his chest from excitement. Xavier looked up at the grand castle as the new grade arrived, following them and whoever the staff member who brought them here was, to the Great Hall. He wondered how sorting worked. He was loving New Zealand so far, it could only get better, surely, because for one he was going to be learning new things here. Anyway, sorting wasn't too far away - only a few minutes from now. The doors to the Hall opened and being somewhere in the middle at the front of the group Xavier began to walk forwards. He couldn't miss the many pairs of eyes observing them. He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. The eleven year old waited for the sorting hat to sing a song - his cousins had told him this much - and once it did, names were called out. Then, his ears perked up.






"Mackintosh, Xavier"

Xavier grinned. He went up to the stool and sat down, feeling the Hat as it was placed on his head. Huh. It wasn't too uncomfortable. At least he was still able to see the students staring at him, probably not even breathing. You could, quite literally, hear a pin drop. Xavier's eyes searched what he assumed were the Hufflepuff and Slytherin tables, hoping his cousins had heard his name being called out. He waited.​
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Tyrande felt Aquila's gaze while they waited. She could tell the other girl was nervous, that came with Aquila's tendency to overthink things. Tyrande on the other hand was calm and collected. She wasn't worried about what house she would be sorted into. The blonde girl looked around her, taking in her environment and the other first years waiting to be sorted. She gave her cousin a smile as the girl was sorted. Tyrande was getting bored waiting for her name to be called. She was not good at waiting. Gritting her teeth she watched several other students be sorted before.

"Storm, Tyrande"

Making her way to the the stool with confidence. She took a seat and waited as the hat was placed on her head.
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"I know just where to place you. SLYTHERIN!"
 
Well, this was different. Darcy was awestruck by her surroundings and the fact that she was at a school for magic. It was a brand new adventure to her which excited the girl. She would miss her friends back home but she was ready to learn about the magical world and make new friends. Exploring the school was also high on her priority list. "Wrynn, Darcy" Darcy made her way up to the stool and sat down . She felt all eyes on her as the hat was placed on her head. What house would she be? Hopefully the right one for her.
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"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
Mea Sith was unafraid walking over the masonry of the great hall. This experience was not to be feared - it was the beginning of her journey to be just like her dad - well Orsino. She wanted to take care of dragons and the only way to learn to do so was to be a good student in the school, wasn't it? The dark haired Italian moved among the students, standing as tall as she could (which wasn't much taller than the rest) and peeking over the tops of the heads of the people she could. Ahead was a stool, and by the stool was a professor - or maybe just a hat holder - maybe Hogwarts could afford that after all. Regardless that hat held her future, and if Mea was honest she nearly just sprinted up before she realized they had to go in order.

The wait nearly killed her and the tanned student-to-be almost missed her name. Upon realizing that she had heard "Mea Sith" she bolted up to the stool, nearly tripping on the way up. "Present!" She yelled before putting her hand from it's raised position and taking a seat on the stool. The hat sat on her thick brown locks and her fate felt as if it was going to come up her throat along with her breakfast. She didn't care what house she got - because whatever house it was would help her reach her goal of being a master dragon trainer.
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"You're surely a GRYFFINDOR!"
 
Evee shuffled her feet just a little as she moved in line with the other students. Her sister gripped her hands talking about things that Evee didn't understand - bouncing around. The blonde didn't pay attention to Elsie though, no she was watching the students at the large tables, eyeing them up and down. The different colors strange to her - and while she wanted to relate them to emotions she wondered if emotion played into these houses at all. The young woman wasn't sure, but she wanted to investigate more - and was given just that opportunity when introduced to the hat that would choose her fate. She listened carefully to his song, wondering if this was all accurate - were all the people in those houses like that? No you couldn't group people together like that - everyone was an individual.

Evee shuffled forward again and eventually her name was called. The stool seemed so far away, and Evee's heart was beating sporadically harder then softer in her chest and her palms were sweating. She moved forward again and turned towards the tables, sitting on the stool. The song played in her mind again as the hat was sat on her head. 'I'm not made for Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff sounds like a house for my sister not I. That leaves me very little I guess...' The blonde thought. 'You will pick as you want though won't you? Just... Don't... I don't know don't put me somewhere wrong? Is that rude to say?' The blonde gripped the stool hoping that this hat would just get it over with.
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"I'm never wrong, and I won't be this time. It's a good thing you're not the sorting hay because you're wrong about where you belong. You'd better head to Hufflepuff!"
 
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