Y42 Sorting Ceremony

[Remy Forrester]

Remy wasn't sure he'd made the right decision. He kept picturing the barely-disguised disappointment on his mum's face as the train had pulled away from the station. She'd begged him to reconsider going to Hogwarts, in favour of staying home and attending a nice, normal muggle school so he wouldn't end up like his father. Remy had almost folded. He thought it might be nice to go to a school with a rugby team instead of quidditch and get to go home every evening, but he knew deep down that he'd be stewing in regret soup forever if he never even tried to learn magic.

He didn't like standing in the Great Hall with all the other students, although the hall itself was kind of amazing. He kept glancing around the room for signs of magic, feeling uneasy at so much being everywhere. Magic was banned in his home since his father's accident and Remy pulled a loose thread in his sleeve to ground himself and stop thinking about it.. It was just a lot for him to be dealing with alone and Remy wished someone would just come down and tell him that, yes, he was in the right place and this hadn't been a big test that he'd failed by simply showing up. There were more important things to be afraid of at that moment, such as trying to remember the alphabet so he'd be prepared when his name was called.

"Forrester, Remy." Remy bit the inside of his cheek to stop any facial expressions forming and shuffled forward. He didn't see the point in separating people into different houses when they were supposedly all magical, so this whole process was more intimidating than anything to him. He winced as the hat was put down on his head, and hoped he wouldn't suddenly find out about a secret fifth house because he didn't belong anywhere else.

"I'll let you in on a little secret...there is no fifth house. If you received a letter, it means you're just as magical as everyone else waiting to be sorted. You'll see it soon just like I can see it in here. I see a lot about it. That's how I know you belong in...Hufflepuff!"

 

[November Adelar]

Everything November's parents had said about the Great Hall had been true. Of course, they'd gone to Hogwarts in Great Britain, but they knew there were bound to be some similarities. Valentina found her eyes were open wide and her fingers were twisting nervously through her long hair as she looked around. She'd never been surrounded by this many people, let alone this many kids close to her own age. They all had their own stories to tell. She heard different accents and different tones--some of them sounding scared or nervous, some sounding haughty. What she didn't hear was her own voice as she kept quiet, taking everything in.

Her name was one of the first to be called. Upon hearing it, she wondered how many other students would recognize her last name. It took her a moment to remember that she was supposed to be doing something. She hurried through the crowd of students and up to the stool, where she carefully sat down, awaiting her destiny.

"Your destiny will pull you in many directions I'm sure and for you this destiny begins with....Slytherin,"

 

[Larissa Baros]

Larissa Baros felt rather honored and amazed that she was here at Hogwarts New Zealand. Her parents walked these halls, and even had the hat upon their heads! It was all so magical, really - even if her family was pretty much magical. Cyrus and Lydia were both sorted into Hufflepuff when they were here, and her dad was a Slytherin, and her mom was a Ravenclaw. A part of her wanted to be separate from them all, but truth be told, she wouldn't mind where she went in the end. She trusted that old magic to place her where she belonged. And since she was among the first names - thank Merlin she was a Baros - her name was called and she walked up to the podium. She sat down and felt the hat almost cover her eyes. She closed her purple orbs and clasped her hands together. Her nerves were already on edge, but she did have to think... Did the school have a nice place to go swimming?

"The school has a lake that you could swim in....But my advice on what facilities the school has is not important, instead, lets focus on where you'll end up. And the choice is rather simple....Ravenclaw,"​

 

[Ruto Vernier-Raison]

Not even Ruto knew what was going on inside her head at that moment. She was about to enter the walls of the castle she had heard so much about and live the life that many others before her had also endured. However, she wanted more than anything to make it her own and was just itching for it to begin. The adventures that lay ahead were making her the most excited, and she couldn't wait to finally be free.

The train trip had been short, considering how far away she believed the castle to be, and it was all happening a lot quicker than she imagined. In no time she was being led into the Great Hall with all of the other first years, shoulder to shoulder as they walked between the long tables to the front where a dirty old hat sat on a stool. Looking around, Ruto tried to search for Lucie and Louis in the crowd, but there were far too many people to find them. She couldn't believe this may people attended the school. How did they have the facilities? It just made her even more curious to explore the castle when the time finally came. For now, she stood before the sorting hat, which would determine where she would be heading off to after the ceremony, and every ceremony after that.

One by one the first years stood forward to have the hat placed on their head, and Ruto watched closely as they did. Many were nervous, many were also excited, and many even looked startled. 'Probably the muggle-borns.' Ruto thought as she witnessed one before her. And she was very ready to take them under her wing if they were sorted together. There was no way she was going to let them go through Hogwarts on their own.

Soon enough, the group of first years standing before the hat was getting smaller, and finally Ruto had some room next to her without worrying about stepping on someone's shoe. When her own name was called, it made her tense up a little, but nonetheless she walked forward with her best confident stride, taking a seat on the stool as the professor placed the big hat on her head. She expected it to smell, but it certainly didn't smell nearly as bad as she thought. Oh, hey hat! Nice to meet you. As they say, the journey matters more than the destination, so I don't mind where you put me, but Ravenclaw like my mum would be nice.'

"You certainly have enough intelligence for Ravenclaw to be an option, but you would also make a rather great Gryffindor...........but okay...fine...Ravenclaw,"

 

[Grace Merriwick]

Grace did not want to be here. She knew it was inevitable, as she came from a magical family, and her brother attended Hogwarts. He’d gone through the same thing, only many years before. But she had still hoped, if even the slightest chance, that she would be the only member in her family who wasn’t magical. Of course that seemed to be impossible, as she had received her acceptance letter and now stood here with her future classmates. She wasn’t too keen on getting to know them. She didn’t care about being here. She didn’t really understand why everyone else seemed so eager and excited to start their journey. Perhaps with time, she would get it, but all she wanted right now was to be back home with her friends, not in this strange place that seemed to be behind a thousand years, from the looks of it.

She sighed quietly to herself as the chatter died down and the headmaster gave his speech. Then the famous sorting hat began to...sing. She snorted and covered her mouth quickly. This was getting more bizarre by the second. Yes they were only eleven years old but Grace didn’t feel like a kid. Was this supposed to be a welcoming thing, or something? Soon, names were read out. Finally. As they were, Grace looked around in search of her brother. She gave him a small wave and a smile. Then it was her turn. She took a deep breath and went to sit on the stool where the sorting hat was placed on her head. For some reason, she began to feel a bit nervous. Maybe it was all the eyes just staring at her, probably judging her. Grace lifted up her chin a bit, despite not being able to see a thing - how big was this hat? She folded her arms, starting to feel impatient. Hopefully this would be over very soon.

"I'm a perfectly normal sized hat I'll have you know....but there is plenty inside your head to help me make my decision...certainly you'd fair nicely in other houses...but there's something you want and you have the intelligence for it.....Ravenclaw,"​

 

[Dezi Barret]

Dezi followed her fellow first years into the Great Hall for the first time. She had enjoyed her time on the train, eating more snacks than she probably should have. Her mother had given her extra spending money, almost in a way to make up from the fact that she was traveling again. Her parents had not even dropped her off at the train, instead having her nanny Minna do the task. Not that this was a surprise. Minna was the closest thing that Dezi had to an attentive parent. It was better that way. Dezi would rather share the moment with her anyway, even though deep down she had hoped her parents would care a bit more about this new adventure she was about to undertake.

It wasn't the time to dwell on all that though. The young girl knew better than to care about such things. If she let it bother her, she would always be bothered, annoyed. They just weren't worth her effort. Instead, she wanted to focus on the here and now. The sorting ceremony. The wonders of the Great Hall which looked just as if she was thrown into one of her parents' productions. Her eyes glanced around, wonder sparkling in them as she saw the mass amounts of students already sitting down, it felt like all eyes were on her. She held her head high, enjoying the attention, even if it was just in her mind. The other students were probably staring at all the first years, not just her, but she certainly liked her version of the story better.

The headmaster began with a speech, already mentioning rules about not going into the Forbidden Forest. You can't call it such a good name if you don't want people to enter it. It just makes it more tempting She thought, knowing that she would definitely explore this forbidden place as soon as she could. It's not like they could just kick her out this earlier in the year. Dezi tuned out a bit more of the speech, only to be brought back when an old hat began to sing. She had heard stories about the Sorting Hat from Minna. It was still a sight to see, even if she had been expecting it. Humming along to the tune, as best as she could, she wondered what heinous crime the hat was mentioning. She would find out soon enough, wondering if she would ever top such a thing to be mentioned in the song.

Names began to be called out. This always worked in Dezi's favour, since her last name was often called rather quickly. She watched as a few students began to be sorted before her name rang out in the Great Hall, echoing with the size of the room.

"Barret, Dezi"

Dezi moved her braided pigtails to the front of her, her head still held high as she walked through the crowd of students. She had to push a few people out of her way, since the group was rather tightly packed. Elbowing a few people here and there, Dezi made her way to the front of the Great Hall. Now she knew that all eyes were on her. She confidently smiled as she approached the seat, sitting down as gracefully as she could, not making eye contact with anyone but glancing ahead of her.

The hat was placed on her head, a voice seemed to fill her mind as if the old hat was reading her thoughts. I'm surprised they give such an important job to a hat. What's next sorting gloves? the thought crossed her mind. She could barely contain her words, always being too blunt, there was no way that she would be able to control her thoughts. It's just a bit strange, isn't it? she thought backpedaling a little bit. The various thoughts rushed around in her mind as she waited for the hat to make its decision. Where would she be placed?

"Lots of things about magic are strange...you just have to roll with it a little....and this little hat has decided exactly where you'll go....Gryffindor,"

 

[Veronica Mhilton]

Veronica was excited to begin the sorting process but the way they were going about it was quite silly in her opinion. First of all, if they were going to be front and center why were they all forced to wear such ugly outfits? After all, they should all look their best! She'd tried to accessorize the best she could but there was only so much she could do for these drab clothes. Maybe she should mention it to the headmaster. Though by the way they were dressed... She sighed, it was hopeless, maybe by the time she graduated she could talk some fashion into the people of this school.

As her name was called she made her way up to the stool with delicate steps. She sat, fluffing her skirt so it sat nicely around her at least. She adjusted her hair again as well, the bottle blonde locks settling nicely with no fly aways. "Okay Mr. hat, I'm just hoping you don't have to sit so long that you give me hat hair." She thought to herself with fingers crossed.

"Certainly sorting you is not going to take enough time to give you hat hair...Slytherin,"

 

[Thursday Weeks]

Thursday twiddled her fingers together in front of her, to prevent her from tugging at her fabric until it came untucked once more. She just couldn't help the little bit of nerves that built up under her skin. She wanted so desperately to puff her chest and say she wasn't worried, but this seemed to be so important - and she wanted a little to be accepted into a house where she could give others her jewelry and they wouldn't be freaked out. The ginger girl watched as one by one everyone was sorted and hoped only to be given a fair shot at letting her creativity blossom without being squashed.

She approached when it was her turn, playing with the hem of her skirt. "Good morning, hope you're well Sorting Hat sir." The English girl greeted before he was sat on her head and she tried to focused her thoughts on the beautiful forest she had seen before, and wondered what kind of bones she would be able to find on the edges of it.

"I'm fairly certain it is evening, but I am well..thanks for asking. I will not take long, I see that you very much do your own thing and are aware of how this causes you to present to others....but where you'll go you may find a few like minded folk.....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Anais Love]

Sorting was a right of passage at this point. The part veela stood with blonde locks braided, a hairstyle her mom did for her. She wondered if she would be sorted into the same house as her mom and dad, or if she would have a whole new house in the family. She didn't think she minded either way, and approached the stool without much of a care for where she was put. Instead she wondered if there was an agriculture club here like there was in muggle schools. It would be interesting to learn how magic effects homesteading for witches and wizards. And what if the school kept animals on sight for them to visit? They could pet them and feed them, she'd get up early to do that every day if she could.

"We don't keep a lot of animals at the school, just owls and ravens mostly...and if you want to feed and pet all of them you'll maybe need a friend to help you...and you might just find a friend where you'll end up...Gryffindor,"

 

[Tim Drake]

Tim was so nervous excited about sorting ceremony. He wanted the same time hide with other people. It was something serious about him and what sorting will be choose for him. He was know that moment was inportant and he will be there 7 years the same house.

''Hello, Sir! My name is Tim Drake. I'm Elizabellas Drake brother.'' He welcomed sorting hat when he was sitting there and waited. He will be fine with house what he will be sorted. Mayby blue collors will be good for him our red collors?

"Hello Tim Drake, Elizabella Drake's brother I am the Sorting Hat. I can see you would like...but I think I have a better idea...something that would suit you much better....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Ramona Lagowski]

Ramona shielded her eyes from the bright moonlit sky. She had travelled further in the last twenty-four hours than she'd ever travelled in her life, and even the candles were giving her a headache. Her grandpa had warned her she'd feel awful to begin with - that was the price to pay for choosing a magical school half way across the world - but she'd hoped she might at least be able to have a good night's sleep before the sorting ceremony.

Alas. Everybody was in such a rush here. Ramona wasn't used to this pace of life. And there were so many people! The entire population of her home village could have assembled at these great long tables, and there would still have been an empty bench. How fascinating.

That was her name. Hitching up her robes, Ramona climbed onto the stage. Never had she felt so many eyes pinned to her at once. She sat down, facing the sea of students. Surely she would find her crowd among them? Even just a single friend would do, really, and she wasn't very picky about that one.

She took a deep breath, and waited.

"You'll have no issue finding a single person from within this crowd to be your friend...and you'll do that while in....Slytherin,"

 

[Seraphiel Fletcher]

The last six months had passed so slowly, Seraphiel had begun to wonder if someone was adding extra days to the week when he wasn't looking. Then all of a sudden, the day was upon him, and it was much too soon, and he wasn't prepared, and he didn't know anything about magic and what if he was terrible at it? Seraphiel looked a lot like his dad; it stood to reason he'd have inherited the rubbish-at-magic gene as well.

Merlin, he had to stop worrying. He'd barely stepped foot in the castle, and already he was picturing himself being kicked out of it. He blew out a breath, rolled his shoulders, and emerged from the parted crowd to take his seat upon the sorting stool. Both of his parents had been in Slytherin. His dad had been a Slytherin at this very school, sat at the very table that stretched endlessly down the hall, eaten from the same dishes that would shortly materialise for the feast. Was Sera's fate already sealed for him? Or could he be different?

"No one is predestined for any house because of where their parents were. People grow up, sometimes they change. And for you, that house, isn't for you. I'm sure you'd manage there, but it's not the right place for you....for you the place you'll not just manage but excell in is.....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Henry Lamoril]

Henry was one of the first of the group of first years to walk into the Great Hall. Man, was it impressive--if a little old-school. The ghosts were most shocking to see, but he didn't let it get to him. He had already known he'd be seeing things he'd never previously dreamed of. Today, he knew, was just the tip of the magical iceberg. He had a wand now and had even made some new pals on the way over. He'd gotten the gist of the four houses, but couldn't decide which one he should be a part of. He seemed to have attributes of all the houses--he was cunning, hard working, intelligent, and brave. Hopefully this Sorting Hat business actually worked on him. He wouldn't be surprised if he was the one that broke the hat after god-only-knows how many years.

He waited way too long for his name to be called. When it was finally his turn, he strode up to the stool and sat down, relaxing his shoulders and waiting for the decision.

"I see you're eager to make a name for yourself, I do not see that being a struggle for you. You would've made a good gryffindor...but you will make an even better.......Slytherin,"

 

[Morrigan Freecss]

Morrigan stood next to her twin who kept fussing his hair and looked around. There were quite a few kids in the crowd, some with their ties tied wrong, some with askew skirts - how could they not seem to notice that. She adjusted her blouse once more, making sure it was tucked tightly into her skirt. She adjusted her socks as well, fussing her hair again and just in general not being happy with the way everything sat on her. She would need to steam the items, surely there was a spell for that. Or she could shower with them in the room and it would do the same thing.

As she was fussing her name was called and Morrigan perked up. She approached the stool and sat, smoothing her skirt out over and over again to make sure it looked nice. She then looked up over the crowd as the hat was sat on her head. Was she supposed to think to this hat, did that help it? Did the hat know who her mom was? She was a transfer, did transfers still get sorted? She continued to think to herself as she waited patiently to hear her house.

"I do not need you to think, I can see all..and for your...this is a little tricky...parts of you would suit Slytherin, parts of you would suit Hufflepuff....but there's a lot intelligence here and eagerness to learn lots of things....and for that....this'll be.....Ravenclaw,"

 

[Orion Freecss]

Orion fussed his hair, adjusting it to be out of his eyes as he stood next to Morrigan in the great hall. He looked up toward the front then over at his sister, trying to appear taller than her by puffing himself up. Why did she have to get their mom's height first? He hated being so short, but he knew that his growth spurt would hit eventually.

Orion sighed as he watched his twin get sorted first, only half paying attention to what house she got. Everyone seemed so excited no matter what house anyone was sorted into, that seemed lame. When it was his turn he made his way up and sat down, his pants still long a bit at his ankles which left him room to grow. Wherever he was put he hoped that he found a house that didn't have a stick up their rear about a bug or two.

"As long as your bugs stay away from me, I will certainly find you a house that wouldn't mind...or perhaps they will...I'm sure you'll find out in.....Slytherin"

 

[Astraea Kuya-Jenkins]

Astraea had mixed feelings about starting her first term at Hogwarts. While it had been her decision to attend her parent's school over Beauxbatons it didn't mean she would miss her brother any less and hoped he would keep his promise to keep writing to her as he did when she was back at home.

The train ride to school had been an enjoyable experience as she got to know some of her new classmates and she hoped it would lead to some new friends, but the most important thing still awaited her as she and her fellow first years lined up in the Great hall for the sorting ceremony. Growing up Astraea had never considered what house she belonged to as the thought of attending the school was a relatively new one, wherever she ended up she just hoped her parents were proud.

"Though this is not the school you were originally supposed to go there, I can assure you, you are meant for this school, because this house will serve you very very well....Gryffindor,"

 

[Mike Drake]

"Mike Drake" He told her with a warm smile. He hoped be sorted and he seemed woried a little bit becouse he was not sure if he was a wizard becouse he didn't know what his dad was our he was a muggle our wizard. His blood was unknow like his sister Elizabella Drake, Tim Drake and Julie was adopted and she was a wich. Weird right?

He waited what sorting hat will be choose his destiny of Hogwarts. He was don't care where he gits and will be fine with house where he will be sorted and he will be gratefull of that.

"I can see that though you'd be fine with any house, there is one in particular that you are interested in.....and I'm inclined to agree...Ravenclaw,"

 

[Olga Kozlowska]

When Olga was called, she automatically raised her nose a little and pouted. Although inside, the owner of the blue eyes was shaking with all her flesh, she refused to show it to the others.
Having properly sat down and arranged herself on the chair reserved for the first-timers so as not to fall off it during the sorting, Olga exhaled heavily through her nose when the hat was placed on her head and after a moment covered the view of the Great Hall, falling on her nose. The Polish girl bit her lower lip and tried to keep her mind as cool as possible - there was no place for worry at the moment.
“Good evening. As you already know, I am Olga Kozlowska.” thought the owner of the blue eyes in her mind. The girl knew that the decider of her fate heard her. “I trust your judgment, however, I think it would be fair if my opinion was also considered. At least just heard. After all, it's about my future.”
During the summer, Olga learned that the Sorting Hat can read the mind of her victim and its most hidden desires, so she wanted to be honest and direct with the hat. The girl was not sure if this would affect the judge's judgment, but everything was done so that she could achieve her goal. Now we just had to wait.

"This is about your future, and there is one clear option for you...I think with some pushing you might've been a good ravenclaw, but this is not your path....Slytherin,"

 

[Ezra Ito]

Ezra couldn't stop grinning as he followed Dorian into the Great Hall, looking around with wide eyes. He couldn't wait to write Elise and tell her everything about this, though he doubted he could do it justice. It took him a moment to focus on what the man - the headmaster maybe? - was saying. He looked over at the different tables while listening curious to see where he would end up. He glanced at Dorian as he shuffled closer, wondering if he was nervous. He tried to give his friend an enouraging smile, but he wasn't sure if he saw it. Dorian was called first and sorted into Ravenclaw, and Ezra's heart sank a bit. Out of all the houses, that one had felt the least like it fit him. At least, based on what the song had said. He waited impatiently for his own turn, and when his name was called he hurried over to the stool and sat down.

"You occasionally do seek the admiration of your peers and this would serve you well in Slytherin...but...there is more to it, more to you....which indicates while Slytherin might serve you well, it will not be where you excel...that'll be....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Mercury Hela]

Mercury had not wanted to let her mums go before getting on the train. This next step was entirely terrifying, and she couldn't believe that her parents had actually agreed that sending her by herself, at 11, was good. What if she needed something? Who was she supposed to ask? As she made her way into the big room with the other students from the train, she couldn't help but be calmed by the sky above. There was something peculiar about it that struck her soul. Everything seemed okay for the moment.

As a man began speaking an introducing himself as the Headmaster, Mercury looked around at other students already sitting at tables. She knew what houses her mothers and Arlo had been in, but she didn't think she fitt into any of them. She wasn't brave or smart or clever or friendly. What if there was no house for her? Her attention was swiftly drawn back to the Headmaster when he spoke of the Forbidden Forest... what was in the forest? Why was it accessible to students in the first place?

Trying to ponder all the questions exploding out of her head, Mercury missed her name being called the first time and had to be alerted again. She clasped her hands in front, closing her eyes as the adults made her turn around and face everyone. The hat smelled, and it felt hot on her head. She held her breath, hoping it would quickly tell her she could just go home.

"I will be quick, since you certainly don't seem to like me or how I smell..but the good thing is, this is rather simple. You've a natural intelligence which will see you best suited for...Ravenclaw,"

 

[Hermione__kat]

I wouldn't choose any dorm what ever you want to me I deal with it but if I have a chance to choose I either go to gryfindor just because gryfindor is the bravest dorm and have pure heart to help other

"It seems you really care about helping people, it would make you a good Hufflepuff, but I see what you would like, and I see the bravery and adventurous spirit you have and agree. You'll do best in...Gryffindor,"

 

[Finley Holmes]

Finley didn't really have much to say as he walked into the Great Hall, trailing somewhat behind everyone else, not really wanting to get in their way. He was still trying to wrap his mind around the whole idea that magic was real, to begin with. That wasn't really working out very well for him, however, and he was pretty sure this was just some really long-winded dream he was having. He was going to wake up any second now in his rubbish bed back at the orphanage and he'd find that magic wasn't real. He really needed to work out where these weird dreams came from. For now, however, he'd play along with his brain.

Idly loitering near the back of the group, Finley wasn't really paying much attention to what was actually going on, bored eyes looking around the rather large room, lingering on the older students watching this whole ordeal. It was only when he heard the last part of his name being called and realized no one else was stepping forward, he figured the Headmaster must be talking about him.

Not saying a word, Finley squeezed his way through the rest of the first years, not hesitating as he wandered up the stairs and sat himself down on the stool. It was not really like he cared where the obviously very real talking hat sorted him. They could probably shove him in the darkest part of the dungeons and he probably wouldn't care. For now, he just sighed to himself, folding his arms across his chest as the hat was finally put over his eyes.

"While we do have a set of students who live in the dungeons, we aren't a school in the habit of shoving people to the darkest parts. In any case the dungeons really aren't for you...You'll hopefully find drive and passion and a place to call home in....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Sara Evans]

Sara was ready to explode with impatience! The eyes eagerly took in every detail of the Great Hall, paying even more attention to the faces that were all staring at them, ready to become Hogwarts' new friends. To all whose eyes the girl caught, only a bright, very wide smile - Sara was ready to share her energy, and not to create some private power station. One thing she regretted was that she had not taken a place at the front of the column in all the crowding, so that everyone could see Sara and she could see absolutely everyone. Because the other pioneers blocked the important views in some places. You could see the Sorting Hat and hear every word it said

.- Started! Sara stated excitedly. Also, she could start to sniff that her last name was E, which was definitely not the first letter of the alphabet. Why couldn't his dad be born like Ariad. Then Sara would definitely have been named herself the very first. Instead, she had to wait for Sara to be called. And then her name came out. Sara had by now been inching forward, as close as possible to the head of the column,

You might think that she had taken a low start, because the Saea girl almost ran to the stool, sat on it and waited for the ancient mouse to meet her head. It seemed too slow, too sluggish, Sarsi should have known NOW! The girl was practically vibrating with excitement.Hi Sorting hat,

" I'm Sarah Evans. "

but you already know that. But I also want you to know that I will be the most popular student at Hogwarts. Could you tell me which tower I'm in sooner?Yes, she was talking with a hat. No, there was nothing unusual there

"There is nothing unusual about me at all. I'm just a hat...who can see inside your mind and know exacly where you should go...which for you is....Gryffindor,"

 

[Zhenya Eindhoven]

Zhenya was standing with the rest of the children her age just outside a big oak doors. The castle was as big as the Grand Kremlin Palace but not as gorgeous as the Catherine Palace with its gold hues and white and blue outside paint. But it was enough for her to stay at for the next seven years of her life. Her parents had concocted a lie that she was enrolled at a boarding school somewhere in Asia. It was hard enough to live in a country where the person you have to love was the opposite gender, let alone live and be elected on a government position for the sole purpose of change.

The Russian people don't have to know that they're also witches and wizards on top of everything else. The young girl studied everyone while she dusted her new uniform. It was then the doors to the said Great Hall was opened and they all piled into two straight lines. The girl in front of her seems to be giddy and was straying off the line. Zhenya wanted to snatch her to get back in line but she held back, she thought she wasn't back at home and she can't control anyone anymore.

Once the line stopped, the rest of the children also stopped. Once again, the girl in front of her was fidgeting, inching forward as the person calling the names came nearing the letter 'E' which she has as her last name. Zhenya was the type of girl who can be proper even when excited, maybe this girl needs a lesson or two on how to be a lady, she thought to herself. She rolled her eyes as the girl named Sara was called and she had to step back as the girl literally ran up to the stool.

After what was like ten minutes, the girl's house was announced and they called her next. "Eindhoven, Zhenya!" Nervous, Zhenya tried to smooth her hair and straighten her uniform before walking up to the stool. She smiled warmly at the person holding the talking hat and sat on the stool. The vast wave of people in that room was like just back home when her mother would do a press conference for the Aerospace agency. This time, there were no flash of lights, just people staring at her.

Zhenya felt the hat was put on her head, that's when her heartbeat started to run like a horse. Her hand started to sweat. I didn't know this initiation was though. Mama said Koldovstoretz doesn't have this and papa went to Beauxbatons which is obvious doesn't have it either. Is it hot in here? It can't be, right? I saw snow outside of the castle. She started to blabber with her thoughts, gosh! this hat is heavy or is my head just tiny? Maybe it's just me. Zhenya had to pinch herself secretly to stop talking in her head, it was her being nervous, she over thinks everything that was happening around her.

"It's probably just you, but I can sense your nerves and will assure you that this'll be over very soon. For you though I can sense a bit of a choice, it is not too difficult for me to decide between them...enjoy....Ravenclaw,"

 

[Wednesday Weeks]

Wednesday stood a bit back from her twin. It wasn't that she didn't want to stand next to Thursday, it was that she knew they may be separated here, and so she didn't want to get her hopes up by standing next to her all night. The ginger girl took in a deep breath and toyed with the slightly tight waist band of her skirt, wondering if she was going to need to go up a size before the year was out. She saw an adverse sea of bodies around her at least and it made her feel assured that she'd find a place to fit on, someone to talk about thrift shops with, and old fashion that was coming back, and maybe even face paint.

As her sister was sorted she smiled, clapping her hands very meekly. She then waited her turn, approaching only when she was called. She sat on the stool, knees pressed so tightly together in nerves that they turned white. She tried to quell her worry, the messy gloss on her lips moving as she pressed them together, grateful her mom let her wear it. Maybe she'd be lucky and sort with Thursday. She hoped so.

"It's ok to be a little nervous. Most people are, even if they hide it well. This is a big decision that I'm about to make for you. With you, rather, because I'm looking at who you are...and you're pretty different from your sister. Hufflepuff might do you fine but it's not the best place for you. You belong in...Gryffindor!"