Y36 Sorting Ceremony

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Lyssa walked through the huge door with nothing but fascination on her face. The whole room was lit up with beautiful candlelights and everyone was seated on perfectly straight dining tables.

Being here hyped her up. But at the same time, the nerves had gotten her. She had to force her muggle parents to actually send her here. No one in the family was a witch/wizard. She had to work the whole summer and be the best daughter she can be to just go here. And finally here she was. Not attending a boring normal school like her sister was but here in this school full of magic and adventure.

The call of her name brought her back to where she was standing. She moved slowly. Everybody’s eyes on her. Did they know she was of muggle-blood? Will that affect the decision of the sorting hat? Hopefully, not. But the green banners were beautiful to look at while seated on the podium.

"It doesn't affect my decision at all..and it's a good thing you like those green banners...Slytherin,"
 
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I came from a noble family of magicians and witches, descendants of Morgana Le Fay and who have a very strong tradition in magic.



I really want to learn about the knowledge of magic from the best teachers coming from witch families of great influence.



I am ambitious to be a great wizard with exceptional skills and free from all the limitations of a young wizard



I am interested in learning a lot about the lineage of wizards who helped create the occult society of wizards and witches.
 
Estella hopped off the Hogwarts Express feeling a small amount of butterflies in her stomach. The girl had never been to a magical school before and the worst part about everything was that she didn't know what to expect. Despite her cousins having already gone to the school, one of which graduated last year, they hadn’t told her much about it before. Her father, nor her step-mother, had been to Hogwarts and so they weren't able to give her much information on it either, not even after she pestered them a number of times. It were times like these that she wished she was closer to her cousins. Her step-mother’s school, Ilvermorny, seemed quite similar, especially since they had a sorting process of their own, but it wasn’t enough for Essie to feel fully prepared for what was to come.

The young girl stayed close to the other first years as they made their way inside the castle and through the double doors that led them into the Great Hall. It was a rather big room, bigger than she had ever imagined. Candles floated above them, giving light to them down below. It felt like an eternity before she had actually made it to the front of the room and even more butterflies fluttered inside of her as she realised just how many people there would be looking upon her as she was going to be sorted. She wondered how the process would go and just how long it would take. As the first person was called up she watched as they sat on a stool and a talking hat was placed on their head that told them where they belonged. It was definitely a much easier process than that at Ilvermorny and the latina was glad for this. It wasn't long before Estella's own name was called. She put on the bravest smile that she could as she slowly made her way up onto the platform. Hello Mr Sorting Hat she thought as the hat was placed on her head. It would decide her fate for the rest of her schooling life and she hoped that it knew just what it was doing.


"Hello, Ms. Fuentes - lovely to meet you, but you best head off to your house now... HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
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Ileumi is both nervous and giddy walking towards the Great Hall with the first years -- marveling the ceiling bewitched to make it look like the sky outside. She is silent for hours and only nod to anyone who glanced her way. It's new to her and still can't beliver that something magical is happening to her. Then, the sorting hat started to sing. What an odd hat she thought. Then the song ended and the professor open the roll of parchment and started calling the first years one by one. Then, it was her turn to be sorted. Her knees buckled as she walk and sit in the stool.

"Your adventurous spirit and care for others will do well in... GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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Lenore was trying her best to be patient. The well-loved book she'd read on the train was waiting for her to pick it up again, and her hands felt empty without it. Lenore already knew the ending - or more so that it didn't have one, as she'd ripped out the final few pages in frustration, but it irked her that she was in room full of people instead of a quiet corner by herself. It wasn't the end of the world; Lenore would merely have to stay calm until it was all over. She watched the faces of other first years in the crowd, and the mixture of excitement and nerves swept her away as she waited her turn.

"Howell, Lenore"

Lenore's lips were chapped from biting them, and she pressed them together as she tried to keep her composure before walking to the front. Her mother had been a Ravenclaw, but Lenore had little expectation as to where she would end up. The Sorting was always something she'd thought about as a small child, but had never had enough evidence to come to any sort of conclusion for herself, and thinking too much on it made Hogwarts seem too strange to be real. She took her place on the platform and sucked in a breath as the hat was placed on her head. It still felt like a dream to her, but Lenore wasn't sure if she wanted to wake up from this one.

"I'm sure this will feel like a dream, too, but it's true as true can be. Like your mother: RAVENCLAW!"
 
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The cruel world was at it again. Her parents didn't went with her to drop her off at the train station. Pippa's uncle Caelan had the guts to travel with her, he actually cared more than her parents did. They just wanted her gone and well, they got what they wanted after all. Pippa had a long talk with her uncle and he agreed that she could spend holidays with him back in Wales. The girl was fine throughout the train ride but once they stopped and everyone got off, she got that bad feeling again. She doesn't know anyone in this school, some of the Maxwell here were in the different side of the family.

Pippa's eyes were fixated in front of the podium where the Headmistress address everyone. Then the sorting started. Fondling the sleeve of her robe, she was nervous. Pippa heard that their side of the family were always in Ravenclaw but how can she when she's not that smart? The girl sigh, waiting to be drafted.
"Woodbury, Pippa!" Called the Headmistress. She made her way up to the stool provided and sat on it while the hat was being put on top of her head. She knows the hat could read her mind, her emotion and who is she as a whole. Pippa just wishthe hat wouldn't be savage.

"You'll find plenty of confidence, and ways to reach your fullest potential in... SLYTHERIN!"
 
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Harley bit against the inside of her cheek as she stared up at the tall woman who stood proudly on the stage. Her palms were sweaty and her throat was dry. She was scared. Scared because she knew that she wasn't like the rest of her family. She wasn't mean, she wasn't someone who could snap her fingers and have a hoard of people following her like paparazzi and she definitely did not care about blood status.

"Harley Cadence Snow." Their headmistress called loudly as she beckoned the young girl over.

She walked up on the stage, feeling the stares on her back. Her blonde hair swayed in her ponytail as her nerves seemed to swallow her whole. She looked to the far left, her eyed grazing over the Slytherin table. She froze on the spot when she glanced at her sister with her friends.

Harley held her head hugh, as to show no weakness and continued on her walk towards the brown hat who was awaiting her arrival.

"No, you're not like the rest of the family - but not completely unlike them, either... I think you'll appreciate your similarities more, and learn to own your differences, in GRYFFINDOR!"
 
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Ginny walked to the chair after her name was called. She hoped she would be in the same house as her brothers. She was very nervous and she almost tripped on the stairs. Than, they placed the sorting hat on het head and she got into the house of ...

"HUFFLEPUFF!"
 
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Lello was partly paying attention to what was happening right in front of her. She was almost in a trance looking at the breathtaking ceiling of the Great Hall. Every detail of this castle amazed the girl and it was a lot for her to take in as she was only used to her small (but lovely) home.
"Montgomery, Lello." She quickly ripped her eyes off the ceiling and looked forward at the professor that had just called out her name. Her confusion lifted just as suddenly as it had appeared, and confidently made her way to the wooden stool both her parents and her sister once sat on. Her mind had trailed off to her father as she sat down and the Sorting hat was placed on top of her head.

"I do hope you reach your goals, and there's no better house for that work than... SLYTHERIN!"
 
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Aoi scuffed her feet on the ground, listening to the names being read out. She really didn’t want to be here. It wasn’t fair at all, she thought, sighing. Her mother had promised that they’d send her to Japan for her magical schooling, but then circumstances had changed and now she was being forced to go here. She didn’t really have anything against the school though. It was just a bit disappointing, as she had been excited to carry on her family’s tradition.

Ito, Aoi.”

Aoi looked up as her name was called. Quickly, she scrambled up the steps and sat down on the stool. Even though she hadn’t given any thought to this previously, she suddenly became nervous about what house she would be put in. Trying to hide her nerves, she stared straight ahead as the hat was put on her head.

"There's no need to be nervous, I'm a perfectly lovely and normal hat.....anyway....Slytherin,"
 
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HELLO!


"Hello there! I'm the sorting hat! And while you have a deep desire for slytherin but trust me when I say you'll be better placed in Ravenclaw,"
 
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As I stepped out the train and landed my feet on the land of hogwarts, all of my imaginations come to life. It reminds me of the informations about the place wherein.....
The castle is set upon huge rocks above a magnificent lake, known as the Great Lake. Its three highest towers are the Astronomy, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor Towers. The castle's 142 staircases are known to change position. The castle is known for its many updates and changes in layout throughout the years, such as self-regeneration after the Battle of Hogwarts. It should be noted that some rooms in the school tend to "move around," as do the steps on the Grand Staircase. Albus Dumbledoreonce noted that even he did not know all of Hogwarts' secrets. The castle has been around for centuries, and consequently has a long history of ancient magic.

The school has numerous charms and spells on and around it that make it impossible for a Muggle to see it as the school; rather, they see only ruins and several warnings of danger. Witches and wizards cannot Apparate or Disapparate in Hogwarts grounds, except for when the Headmaster lifts the enchantment, whether they do it or not...

Basically, Ulrich was so excited and hoping for the best to come!

You’ll be sorted accordingly...... basically a Gryffindor or probably a Slytherin!!!

"While both of those houses would suit you quite well, I'm not sure they. are perfect for you...instead I think that desire for learning places you in....Ravenclaw"
 
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Rawnie was very excited. She waited for that moment her whole life. She knew that her father will be very proud of the realizations she'll make in these seven years, but she wasn't sure about her mother. She was a muggle, and she wanted with all her heart that her daughter will have a normal life. But the problem was... that Rawnie didn't want to have a normal life! She wanted to be a witch and do something special, learn things that other kids will never know about. She always wished to live in a princesses and witches story, like those she heared when she was younger. Now, she had the chance to make that dream true, and be the good witch in her own story.

The others names started being called. Her heart was beating very fast because of the emotions. She couldn't wait to see which house she was going to be sorted in. She knew which was the one she wished of, but she taught that the Hat knows better.

Then, she heard her name...

"Anders, Rawnie!"

She immediately jumped to the stool and took place on it. The Magic Hat was put on her head, and her heart started to beat faster than always.

"What ambition you have but here it exists in a manner where your desire for knowledge trumps all else.....Ravenclaw,"
 
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Ben was starting to think he should have used the toilet on the train. The castle was incredible, the great hall was beautiful, blah blah, but it was very hard to enjoy any of it with what felt like a knife jammed in his stomach. Not to mention the rather distracting fear of having an accident - a fear that was becoming increasingly likely of fulfilment with each agonising minute that passed. He watched in disbelief as student after student was invited up to the stool before him. The hat wasn't in any hurry, either; it seemed to strike up a conversation with each kid's innermost thoughts purposely to prolong Ben's pain. If this was the world's idea of a joke, then it was a particularly cruel one.

Of course it's taking forever, he thought miserably. It probably only comes out of the cupboard once a year. It's got to make the most of it.

By the time the professor finally called his name, Ben was in no position to care what house the hat sorted him into. Any house would do. Just as long as it chose quickly.

"You......want.......me......to.......go......quickly.....ehhh? Okay then....Gryffindor,"
 
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Hey? Wish me luck?

I could.traverse the world to find peace, no matter what. I could fight for my freedom whatever it takes.

"You don't need any luck at all, trust me.....Hufflepuff,"
 
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Ronald came from a simple family of wizard and witches, but he's humble to other people and he fights for what he believes is right.

He is willing to sacrifice himself to save his family and close friends in any situation and he does his best at any given situation. He is adventurous and he's always curious to know the truth and to explore what he wants. He can also easily adapt to his surroundings whether in a positive or negative situation.

His name, Ronald Lazarao, has been called. He feels excited and nervous because he's now about to meet his family at Hogwarts.

"You will family in these walls, and certainly you will find it in Gryffindor,"
 
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Okay, was he really seeing this right now or was he dreaming? Ihaka's eyes went wide the moment he stepped inside the enchanted great hall. It was like getting zapped into one of those medieval era game where the protagonist went on many adventures and try to beat the antagonist at the end. Not a favorite genre of Ihaka, but, what other choice did he really had? The ministry official had said Hogwarts or homeschooling. While he was ready to jump to take the latter, the woman reminded him and made it perfectly clear no video games. No video games or there will be more repeated visits from the ministry in his near future. And let's be honest, when does an eleven year old ever able to make life changing decisions? The logic in the adults in his life were as ancient as this castle. Ihaka stepped forward turning his eyes everywhere. It wasn't so bad...he could be stuck with an ogre and a talking donkey. He could be eating shish kabob rats and swamp martinis with olive juice. Sadly, there will be no more movies like that either. Ihaka notice his friend, Emori not too far from where he was standing. "Pssst, Emori! Emori," Ihaka whispers, snapping his fingers to get his friend's attention. "Lahey, Ihaka!" The boy jumps at attention, looking around as if to see if someone else will be going up there. "Lahey, Ihaka," the woman said again. Ihaka waves his hand up, "Yup, that's me, yes me," Ihaka weave through the crowd, heading up front of the crowd. He waves at the headmistress and sat down on the stool. Was he suppose to be waiting for? The old, wise hat to tell him where he belonged. Where he was destine to be. Right, do your thing hat. Whatever it is that you do.

"What I do is sort, and I'll sort you into....Hufflepuff,"
 
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Lucy had been waiting for this day to come, and now that it was finally here, she was having mixed feelings. The train ride to the school had been different to what she had been expecting. She didn't like the idea of getting up in front of the entire school. But the candles floating from the ceiling had been exactly what she'd dreamed they'd be, and she hoped that the school grounds lived up to her expectations.

She didn't have to wait long before her name was called."Brown, Lucy!" She jumped, startled, and quickly made her way to the stool at the front. Before the hat was on her head, the nerves hit her. She wasn't sure if it was from anticipation, or the hundreds of eyes staring at her. Then, the pressure on her head from the hat made her forget the eyes. She waited for her house to be called, thinking about how this would effect her future.

"You're future will be just fine since you'll in amongst those hard working students....Hufflepuff,"
 
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Charlotte walked in to the great hall with other first years. She was nervous and hoping for the best. When she strolled in between the big wooden tables she glanced up, and saw a starry night sky with millions of floating candles.
When the headmistress started speaking, she quickly focused on the woman and shut her other thoughts out.

"Parker, Charlotte!"

Charlotte froze, before walking towards the brown leather hat. She didn't really care about the house, because it wouldn't matter to her school success.

"Hmmm....interesting..it is true that ultimate school success comes down to the individual and not their house....well, that's made this easier...Ravenclaw,"
 
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Jasmine did not know which house she wanted to go to, because she did not know until the last minute whether she wanted to go here, but on the other hand she could not miss the opportunity to learn about the witch. The cousin had already been assigned, but it was her turn. It was her turn.

''Sage, Jasmine''

She still didn't know who she wanted to be in the house when she put on her hat. As the hat will decide, it will be, because now her fate depended on her.

"What I decide is what will be, but a house is not all you are...in saying that...you are certainly going to exceed in.....Slytherin,"
 
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The sorting ceremony was about to begin. Tyler was standing right in the middle of all the first years. This is the moment she's been waiting for her whole life. Patiently she awaits her turn. She was a little nervous at first but the fact that the sorting hat makes no mistakes comforts her right away. Most of the other first year students have already been sorted, it must be almost her turn. Finally, her name is being called out and she slowly walks forward. As she takes a seat on the perfectly centered placed stool, she thinks about all the scenarios that could possibly play out after this. What is she gets sorted into Slytherin? The thought of it kind of scares her as cold shiver runs across her body. The hat is carefully placed on top of her head as she realizes the next chapter of her life is about to begin...

"Theres nothing to be afraid of in Slytherin...in fact you make a rather good slytherin....but your preference. lies somewhere else....Ravenclaw,"
 
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Vicky ran up and sat down on the chair . She was so excited to see what house she would be in..She hoped it would be her dream house

"A dream house....all of these places could easily fulfil your dreams...so let's hope your dream was....Gryffindor,"
 
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Sutton had waited for this moment! The train ride had, at first, seemed to last forever. That was until, Sutton became engrossed in her book. Sutton was re-reading an old book from the early 2000s, ancient history it seemed. But Sutton always felt like the books of her mothers childhood were more appealing, more initmate with characters that they created. This book was about peculiar children who had their own special gift. Sutton had always wondered what her special gift was, yes she was a witch, but she wanted more than that. She wanted a true purpose in life, a destination, a plot line so to say.

The young witch followed the first years into the Great Hall. It was beautifully decorated, almost as if from an introduction to a novel. And the young girl was about to start on her path to destiny Sutton thought narrating her life as if she was actually in one of her exciting stories. This Hat would choose which of the four paths she would be set upon. The young hero was excited for the decision yet nervous it was completely out of her hands. Sutton thought not sure why she always did this when she was nervous. If only she had background music too.

Sutton waited for her name to be called. Having the last name Spencer was not always a benefit. If only I had my mother's maiden name. "A" would be first. Sutton thought wishing for once she had a different name. Finally it was her turn as the her name was heard through the hall.

"Spencer, Sutton"

Sutton smiled brightly as she bounced up to the stool and sat down quickly onto the stool. The Sorting Hat was placed on her head. She smiled confidently at the crowd in front of her. Now this is an introduction. She thought wondering where her story would go next.


"Your story will continue in......Ravenclaw"
 
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Abigail estava animada e meio nervosa modéstia a parte, ela entrou abraçada com Mary e Ronald desejando para os que fossem escolhidos na mesma casa, e assim olhou um para o outro torcendo para que tudo desse certo aquela noite.

"Stuart, Abigail".

Estava animada para conhecer qual seria sua casa e sua torre. Olhou para seus amigos nervosa : "Boa sorte amigos, chegou minha hora!" Abigail sorriu para Mary e Ronald e se sentou na cadeira, esperando corajosamente o que o Chapéu Seletor vai dizer.
Nervosa disse com todo seu coração : "Olá meu nome é Abigail Stuart, gostaria de está pra junto dos meus amigos, sou aventureira e correr riscos é minha paixão, mas acima de tudo; amigos são para a vida toda. Por favor, me considero muito uma filha da Grifinória!". Ela fechou os olhos e sentiu que iria para o lugar certo, em seguida abriu seus olhos em direção aos seus amigos; e imediatamente seus olhos brilharam e sorriu.

"While you might want Gryffindor, the work ethic you have, makes you so much more suited to...Hufflepuff,"
 
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"Ballord, Mallory!"

Walking toward the sorting hat, Mallory's mind was in a frenzy.

'Oh my stars! The sorting hat! What should I ask first?! "Hello, can you tell me everything you know about the first few centuries you were made?" or should I be more subtle and specific and ask "What can you tell me about the magic compounds that were sewn together to make you? Is it in the fabric? Do you harbor any runes? What about stitches!? Are there rune inscribed stitches?!"...so many questions such little time!'

Reaching the stool, it took a moment to climb and sit. As soon as she felt material so much as brush her, Mallory's questions raced.

'Do you have a birthday? When? How old are you? Are you magiked to hold together? Is that spell updated? Regularly? Are some of the spells when you were made still in use? Are they washed down? Can you-'

Hearing a gruff rumble in her head, Mallory calmed her questions down. She sent a quiet 'sorry' to the sorting hat.

'Quick question though Mr Sorting hat, I mean I don't know your name, do you have one? Sorry sorry sorting hat sorts I'll stop. Can I come back to talk to you though?'

"My name is Mr. Sorting Hat, and you may come to talk to me...if you can find me, but this isn't about me it's about you and where you'll end up which is.....Gryffindor,"
 
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