Y43 Sorting Ceremony

[Carter Wood]

Carter was staring at the big oak doors standing in front of them younglings, it was September and in her part of the world it was rather blooming and green. It messes with her mind as the last weeks of Spring and early Summer in Montana were the start of cattle branding at their ranch. Last year was the last time she will be part of it and will be missed terribly. But September in Montana is the start of Archer Hunting which she will miss as well, Carter was waiting for this moment as she had just completed her hunting classes and would be allowed to get a hunting license as an apprentice.

But her mother was telling her that education was more important and she wasn't wrong on that for her. Although, Carter wanted to be near family and not go to a strange new world where she doesn't know the customs of the people living there. Her mother had mentioned a few times that they have family here in New Zealand but Carter wouldn't bother staying with them.

The doors opening woke her up from her trans and followed her fellow peers inside a vast room full of other people. She happened to looked up at the ceiling and thought the fake clouds were a nice touch, it mimicked the outside condition. That made her smile, she would definitely miss the big sky of Montana. Everyone gathered around in front of a small podium and waited till a man introduce the upcoming year. Then the real ceremony began. Carter's older brothers attended Ilvermorny, they all mentioned a sorting which was like the one Ilvermorny has but without the hat.

She clapped each time every person gets their house. Although, she was only interested what the castle grounds would offer her. "Wood, Carter!" called the Headmaster upon her. Carter walked up front without care and sat on the stool provided. The hat was placed on top of her head, the feeling was weird. Oof! I think this hat is too big for my head but that's okay, cowboy hats don't typically fits me either. Although, it is a pleasure to be here, Mr. Sorting Hat. I trust your instincts and put me in a very well deserve place. I just hope the people there would be happy to go on night walks with me. Night walks? Where did she thought of breaking the curfew laws now? This new found freedom from her mother is on another level.

"Are you done? Is it my turn to speak now? Because I have this all figured out already...I think you'll find plenty of people willing to go on night walks with you, even if they break curfew in this house...Gryffindor,"

 

[Melinoe Chase]

Melinoe was absolutely mortified by how nervous she was. She had ridden the train with her sister for most of the time, before her sister found herself in a heated argument with some boy in her year that made Melinoe extremely uncomfortable. She found herself alone at that point in time and all the way to now, when she stood in the crowd wringing her hands as she waited. She shouldn't have been nervous, she shouldn't have been - but she couldn't help herself. She just felt like she didn't fit in in any of the houses the hat sung about and that she was somehow going to magically be thrown from the school because of it.

It wasn't long after that though had crossed her mind that she was being called up. They called her a second time before she zoned back in and came forward, big blue eyes scanning the room as she sat down. She took in a deep breath and tried to focus on her sister, who was waving from the Gryffindor table and giving her thumbs up. Mel wasn't brave enough to be a Gryffindor though and she knew it. She wasn't anything enough - she was just Melinoe. Where did that fit in? She just hoped the hat would go easy on her.

"There is some bravery in here, some quiet bravery, but that's not what stands out about you, nor does it need to. You'll fit in best, find what you need in this house...Hufflepuff,"

 

[Fraser Fergusson]

Fraser had been looking forward to this day for years. For years. He had always known that he would go to magical school, and he would go where his dad had been, where his brother was. Where his aunt and uncles had both gone. Hogwarts Scotland was no longer the legacy school they went to. Fraser knew that it would be good fun, that he would have a good time at it, and that he would be able to just enjoy everything about it. There was no way he’d have a bad day ever in school. Fraser knew exactly what he wanted, knew that he wanted to be on a quidditch team and become as good a player as his dad, if not better than him. He wanted to be a good and respected player. He wanted to help win a quidditch cup. Everything else was secondary. He knew his dad wanted him to maybe focus a little on his studies, or not be too obsessed or let down if quidditch didn’t work out immediately, but he knew it would. He believed that it would. Fraser had talent, knew the sport inside out, and he was a legacy.

Fraser had gotten to know a few of his classmates. He waved excitedly at Hugo, whom he’d met at the ice cream parlour, as well as Georgia and Conan, who he’d met on the train. They were all so fun, and he was eager to see where everyone ended up. The boy glanced towards the Hufflepuff table and spotted Zerrin. ”Hey Zerrin!” he shouted to the boy, excitedly jumping up and down and waving. He shoved himself to the front of the crowd of students as they stopped. His surname began with an F, he would be one of the first sorted. Not THE first, but one of them. Fraser cheered for the sorting hat, thoroughly pleased with the song sung by him. It was neat, and he was excited as the first names got called. His family had been a mixture of Slytherins and Hufflepuffs, but Fraser didn’t really mind where he might end up. So long as he could play quidditch for them. He knew as a first year he might not be able to, but he was absolutely going to still try.

Eventually the headmaster called his name and he excitedly bounded forward. He sat on the stool, glancing excitedly out at the students, not quite spotting Zerrin in the crowd before the hat was put on his head. And he was already thinking about how amazing it was going to be to play quidditch the moment he could.

"Quidditch on the brain, eh? It's a big sport around here, or so I've heard anyway. Enough small talk, let's get down to business, shall we? It's easy to see you'll do well in...Gryffindor!"​

 

[Adrian Angel]

Sorting.. another thing that Adrian had to get through. Be the center of attention as he will sit on the stool and his future house will cheer for him when the magic hat will tell him the house he'll belong in for the rest of his stay at Hogwarts New Zealand. He was excited but very nervous about it. He didn't know what to expect from this hat's choice. Maybe it would be possible to switch houses if he wouldn't fit in? He definitely will need to have a talk with headmaster or his assistants.

"Angel, Adrian"

Adrian heard his name and confidentially went to take a seat and watched as the hat was lowered onto his head. Do you actually head my thoughts? Can you teach me? Marcus said, smiling a little bit, hoping that the hat won't actually be able to hear, what he has just said in his mind.

Now was the moment of truth..

"I do hear your thoughts, and something like this can be taught - though not by me and it is a very complex branch of magic. But let's focus on you now. Let us focus on sorting and I think I see it, exactly where you should go....Slytherin,"

 

[Myra Verbeek]

Myra was a little nervous when she got to the Great Hall where the sorting ceremony awaited them. Of course, it wasn't anything crazy, and the hat wouldn't bite either, just put it in which house she would fit best. She wanted more and more to be in the house where almost all of her family studied - Hufflepuff. It was a strange feeling that it would happen to them too. Myra went inside the hall with the others and watched it.

She had to wait a while for her name to be called because it was at the very end of the list and therefore had to wait a short while. Until finally it was going to the very end and the students who were around had also become less. Then her name was called.

Myra Verbeek

The girl took a step closer, but before putting the hat on her head, she took a deep breath and then sat down on the chair, and put the hat on her head. ''Hello Hat! I really want to be a Huffepuff. And I don't want to be in any other house. This is important to me. Please.'' She said quietly, knowing that the hat could hear her and grant her most fervent wish.

"I can see that, but there are other things going on here....Some bravery, some brains, some ambition. A little of all our houses, but I can see it is what you would truly desire...and okay, I see it, I see how that is absolutely the right choice....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Corn Seymour VII]

Hogwarts was exactly what Cornelius had expected it to be, all the grandiosity his family had described. He really ought to be at the original Hogwarts, soaking up all the history, treading the halls his ancestors had walked. But his mum had thought it would be a fun adventure, moving to the other side of the world. Cutting Cornelius off from the legacy that was his. It stung, but it was also an opportunity. A whole new country meant a new chapter in the family story; a chapter that was all his. His father and his father's father and his father's father's father had paved a path ahead, and now Cornelius was going to walk off it on his own direction.

And right now, the first fork in his own road was sitting right in front of him. The fabled hat wasn't even that impressive, just a crumpled pile of fabric sitting on a stool. Could something that ugly really read minds? He folded his arms as the Headmaster went on, wondering why he was dragging things out. Surely he knew what everyone was really here for. Finally the sorting began, and Cornelius rolled his eyes as he realised they were going by last name. Of course. He got more and more frustrated as his classmates began to filter away into their new homes, until...

“Seymour, Cornelius!”

At least they had used his full name, rather than the ridiculous nickname that had been chained to him since birth. He held his head high and puffed out his chest as he made his way to the stool, carrying himself with as much dignity as possible as he sat down, though he couldn't help a small shudder as the hat touched his head. It didn't fit at all, and he hated how small it was no doubt making him look. And it had been on so many heads - Cornelius tried not to breathe in just in case it stunk. The possiblity of nits hit him far too late and he shuddered again, fingers flexing and curling. 'Just get this over with!' Cornelius thought insistently, waiting to be put in Gryffindor, the house of his ancestors.

“I can see what you desire, I can see where your family has been. However, I regret being the first to inform you that, what has been the house of your ancestors will not be yours. There is a different and clear path I see for you…You'll be fine…Slytherin,”

 

[Tori Braden]

A conversation with his sister went through her head. She was told I could get to Ravenclaw. Would it be the best tower for me? Sharp mind, knowledge and curiosity - yes, it all really suits me. Perhaps? Can I defend anyone? The moment with it came back to her mind, and as Sister Yes had automatically advocated, that was what she knew. Am I cunning? No, I prefer to be direct.

"Tori Braden" Although I have a lot of ambition. Thought again of all the things she wanted to do this year and get from Hogwarts. Although there was a lot of thought in her head, and quite quickly all sorts of scripts darted around her head, she took a deep breath and decided to whisper something to the pike. So that only she can hear, others can only see her lips moving quite easily

"Well, you certainly desire to get a lot done, and I'm sure you'll get most of it done. Where you will get started...well I can see exactly where you should go...Ravenclaw,"

 

[Lazarus Leitner]

Lazarus was awestruck as he entered the great hall. his eyes darted across the vast space, racing to take it all in. He saw some vaguely familiar faces that he had seen at the platform but did not know a single name.
Regardless, he had become quite comfortable with change with all his past travels and paid little mind to his lack of connections. All he felt was excitement for where he was and what could be in store for him in his future as a wizard.
As he had gotten so caught up in sight seeing on his way to the great hall, he was one of the last 1st years to enter and so as he had just barely taken in the greatness of everything around him, he heard the room go quiet as the sorting ceremony began.

Every time a new name was called, Lazarus felt his chest pounding faster with excitement. His mind was overtaken with anticipation and just as he felt his heart was about to leap out of his body, he heard his name.

Felling he had waited long enough, he wasted no time and briskly walked up to the stool, spun around and sat down where he was met with the gaze of all his soon to be fellow students.
He put on the hat and was met with yet another wave of excitement, however this was met halfway with anxiety as he knew that the outcome of this day would set in stone his experiences to come.
Feeling overwhelmed by the moment, all he could do was sit back and wait for the sorting hat's decision.

"It's okay to feel a little overwhelmed at this moment, but do sit back and let me decide. I can see a lot of potential for Ravenclaw, certainly an eagerness to learn. But I also see a large desire for adventure, and for that you are destined for....Gryffindor,"

 

[Sparrow Lacewing]

Sparrow had been excited to go to Hogwarts ever since he'd received his letter, but now his excitement was beginning to wane and slowly replaced by a more irritating restlessness. Nobody would tell him why he'd had to go on a train instead of taking a portkey directly to the castle and it bothered him. Not the train part - he loved the train part, but being brushed off by his parents stung. They'd left him with a brusque goodbye and a list of rules he was expected to follow while he was representing the family name. Sparrow had thrown the parchment out the window without reading it.

He tried to look for his sister as he was herded into the hall with the rest of the first years, but couldn't see her from his position. Wish would be over at the Slytherin table and Sparrow wondered if he'd get to join her there. The house system seemed a little dubious to him as a way of separating people and Sparrow wondered why that was necessary in the first place. None of the houses had jumped out at him as somewhere he'd fit, so he was deeply curious to find out where he'd end up purely because he didn't know.

It was hard to keep still and not get distracted by all the things happening at once. Sparrow wanted to go explore the castle and see if he could discover anything cool while everyone was in the Great Hall. Patience had been drilled into him for years but having to wait made his brain itch. Finally he heard "Lacewing, Sparrow" called out and half-stumbled his way up to the hat to see which of the cool kids tables he'd be assigned to.

"Hmmm...I see there are a number of interesting elements in here. Some slyness that isn't back up with action, some curiosity for sure, a desire to explore, a desire for freedom. But where for you...where will you excel the most...Hmmm...I see it....Hufflepuff,"

 

[Tempest Vero]

Tempest was exhausted from the train ride, and it seemed to her that they should really have beds available or at the very least, the ability to recline. This didn't seem like something that would be difficult for wizards, but she had been told by her parents plenty of times that she "didn't understand magic yet." Tempest just thought her parents didn't understand her brilliance yet. As the eleven year olds were led through the castle and into the Great Hall, Tempest's eyes widened at her surroundings. Enzo had lied. This castle was way bigger than their home, and the ceilings were much grander. She scanned the tables, finally finding her brother, and glared at him for a moment before another student ran into her from behind since she had stopped walking. "Umm, excuse you," she said to him before continuing to walk. She'd deal with Enzo later. A man spoke to them from the front and gave them instructions about how the would be placed in a house, which Tempest was still a little confused on, as she thought they were living in the castle. Multiple children visited the stage in front of them before her name was called. Her mother had warned her about things like lice, and she was rather unsure about putting that hat on her head. However, it was better not to cause a scene on the first day and put any disgrace on her family name. That was one thing she knew for sure.

Taking a few steps up, Tempest found herself in front of the whole school, unsure of what house she was going to be sent to. While she didn't have a preference, she did know one thing. Yellow was for sure not in her color pallette.

"Yellow is a difficult colour to match at times, but whether or not a colour suits you is not the matter at hand. It'll be where you are best suited, and I know where exactly you are best suited...Slytherin,"

 

[Riley Fisher]

Riley was unsure if it was allowed to take pictures in the castle, but Riley didn't care in the slightest. She had her magical camera on her neck and was currently busy snapping pictures of just about everything. The elaborate pattern that was on the ceiling, a giant tapestry that seemed to be moving and she had also taken pictures of a student or two. Permission would come later, she promised herself. Riley was eagerly checking everything out and she followed the rest of the group making sure that every moment was captured by her camera.

She snapped a couple of the doors of the great hall and then it was time to enter. She had to make sure to not overfill her camera, developing magical pictures could be a pain in the behind. She wanted to capture exact moments or just look back on how beautiful this place actually was. Riley smiled and waited for her name to be called. '''Fisher, Riley'' When it was her turn she snapped a photo of the sorting hat and seated herself on the stool.

She had heard that the hat was actually somewhat alive and was an avid mind reader. ''Hat, is it okay if I keep the photo I took of you?'' Riley thought hoping the hat could respond in some way. She wasn't sure what she would if it wasn't, normally she would delete them, but this was a once in a life time opportunity.

"Not while I'm working...got to focus on the task at hand. Though this isn't too difficult, you are determined and intelligent but curious and adventurous, and for all these things, there is one place you will excel best....Gryffindor,"

 

[Naomi Matsui]

Naomi still wasn't sure what to think of magic now that she was actually at the place where she would learn all of the different branches of magic. It was odd knowing that there was a whole other world out there in which wizards and witches would go to some sort of boarding school to learn all about magic while all of her family went to a normal school to learn about maths and history and geography. It almost felt wrong to her to be here without her older brothers, to learn about whatever this new world meant while they were stuck in their world. Anyone would choose spellcasting over maths. Of course, there was nothing that she could do about that, though if she could have, there was no doubt in her mind that she would have taken them along with her so that she wouldn't be alone in this. Once the initial shock of finding out that magic had been real had settled down, however, it was actually quite thrilling to know that she was a witch and that she would learn about all the things her school books had mentioned.

She quietly followed the other first-year students to the front of the hall, often glancing around to see what was happening around her. She had read about Hogwarts in one of her school books but never would have guessed that so many young people attended it. It made her wonder if she had ever walked past any witch or wizard in her hometown. Once the Headmaster began to welcome all of them, Naomi tried her best to follow what the man was saying, though found it difficult not to look around the hall some more. She knew that she'd have plenty of time to do so later but everything was just very interesting at the moment. She missed most of what the man said but caught that they were supposed to sit on the stool once their name was being called out, and that the hat was going to sing for them first - hold on, what?! She was both intrigued and a little freaked out when the talking hat finished their song. She decided right there and then that she was going to pay attention from now on, not wanting to miss anything in case another talking object was being brought out. Once the sorting started, it didn't take awfully long before her own name was called out. She quickly made her way through the crowd of first-years and sat down on the stool. This world was weird yet kinda cool.

"There are a lot of cool things about this world, which are also a little weird. Lean in to all of it, though I can see that you are likely too. For you, there's a lot of ambition, a deep desire to learn and prove yourself. But, that desire to learn all you can…that'll be what guides you most, and is what leads you to…Ravenclaw,"

 

[Gemma Delaney]

Gemma entered the Great Hall along with the assortment of students around her. There were so many people, it was difficult to find her way to the front of the group. She did so, only managing to push a few people out of her way. She had to be near the front of course. Her name would come before many others. That was just one bonus of having the Delaney name. The blonde girl waited as the Headmaster stood up to make a rather boring speech. She wasn't quite sure if there was anything important in the words he spoke. She tried to listen, but caught herself distracted. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger, she caught herself looking around the Great Hall. So many students all sorted into four tables. The ceiling was of course the most magical part of it all though.

Gemma focused as the old hat started to sing. It looked like something she would pass up in a thrift shop. Surely there was no repurposing such an old piece of cloth. But it did sing. Maybe she would have missed out on a bargain if she had known that. Of course, such a magical piece of clothing would never ben in the stores she visited. Still twirling her hair, she listened to the song. It was rather catchy. The end was a little dark. Gemma wondered what the hat had meant. Although, she had little time to think about it. Soon the names were being called.

A few students went before her until her name was called.

"Delaney Gemma"

Gemma stopped twirling her hair as she held her head up high. She walked to the front of the Great Hall and took a seat on the stool. She adjusted her posture, making sure to sit tall. Appearance was important. Especially the first impression. Everyone was looking at her. She smiled and waved down to a few people that she had seen on the train. The hat was placed over her head, rather bigger than she expected it to be. Certainly not her colour. That much was sure. It did not match her outfit at all.

So Mister Hat. You have a choice to make it seems she thought not quite sure what else to really do to interact with the hat. She doubted anything she did would change the decision. Please just make up your mind though. I don't want hat hair in front of everyone. It took forever to make these curls this morning Gemma had nothing else to say. She was polite enough, she thought. She just hoped she would be sorted into a worthy house with people that would relate to her, compliment her.

"I always make up my mind, but making the right decision can take some time. Not in your case though. I can see you belong in...Slytherin!"

 

[Hinata Edogawa]

Hinata was sure that the butterflies in her stomach were about to burst out of her. She wasn't even sure why exactly she decided to go through with this. She could have attended another school - any other school really. But no, in a rare moment of guts, she had proclaimed at dinner to Ai-baachan and Liam-occhan that she had decided to go to Hogwarts New Zealand like her parents did. They'd assured her of course that there was no need for it. That she could go to Hogwarts Scotland or Beauxbatons or whatever. But she thought that maybe, just maybe, it would be a step in progress to go to her parents' alma mater. And so, here she was looking over the masses of the Great Hall waiting for her name to be called. Merlin, she felt like she was going to be sick.

"Edogawa Hinata"

With her name being called, Hina shakily walked towards the stool in front of everybody - literally everybody. Merlin, all the eyes were on her and it was just awful that she could feel the bile climbing up the back of her throat as she sat and the large hat placed over her head. It was probably not for the best that the mantra in her head was "Don't be sick. Don't be sick. Don't be sick." She just wanted it to be over before realizing that that was probably rude. "Apologies Mr. Hat," she thought in between her mantra as she avoided looking at the crowd that was just waiting for her house to be called out.

"No need to apologize, a lot of people are nervous to be sorted. But there's nothing for you but sit there and let me do my job, which I do very well if I say so myself. I'll just have a look now. Hmm...oh, I see. It better be...Hufflepuff!" ​

 

[Nevaeh O Ruairc]

She had come prepared for her arrival at her new school. New everything, from her hair to her clothes, everything was new. Nevaeh didn't want to look like she was poor, if her step-mother had transferred here in her teens, then this school must be at its best. But as they entered the vast Great Hall which her mother had mentioned was elegant, wasn't really elegant at all. The child looked up to see the enchanted ceiling, it plastered the outside night sky for everyone to see.

As the group halted in front of a hat sat on a stool, Nevaeh studied everyone around her. The students in green seems to be looking lavish while the others looks average. Although, her step-mother mentioned that she wasn't put into that specific colour. Her step-mother is her role model and wanted to do better like her but the fashion in this castle was irking her.

"Ó Ruairc, Nevaeh!" The man called upon her.

The girl turned her head around, surprised that they pronounced her name right this time. It was rare that new people would butcher her entire name. But she doesn't blame them, she was Irish after all. The crowd in front of her dissipate before she even got called, last names and their starting letters. Nevaeh was lucky to have the letter R as her starting one, always last.

She sat on the stool as she got in front. The hat placed on her head was rather new to her and the fact that the hat was talking just earlier. I have no clue how this works, I've seen different colours and I might be with the greens. I just feel it, they seems to all look like they have the zazz. Nevaeh didn't even know what she was saying, all she knows that the people she will share a bedroom with, will last for seven years.

"Each of the four houses has house colors. The greens are Slytherin, but that isn't the right place for you. No, you belong in Hufflepuff!"

 

[Ophelia Dragonova]

Ophelia was confident that she had chosen the right school, despite the fact she’d forever be under the watchful eye of her mum here. She didn’t mind and she even welcomed it. It was almost a challenge to see what she could get away with while being watched closely. The petite student waited patiently for her name to be called and once it was she made her way to the front. She sat on the stool and looked up at the hat that was to be placed on her head before looking forward across the sea of students.

The hat was placed on her and she wondered briefly just how deep it would dig into her mind. Should she think things that would get her a certain house? She wasn’t sure which house she wanted though! Ophelia swung her legs mindlessly as she waited for her answer on which house would be best for her.

"The important traits usually rise right to the top, so I don't usually have to dig too deep. Take you, for example, logical, intelligent, ambitious. Better be...Ravenclaw!"

 

[Ewan Wang]

Wang was always near the bottom, so having to wait to the end of the line was nothing new for the young student. Ewan was glad that he had chosen a robe that wouldn't drift across the floor as he walked, making his lack of height even more noticeable against his peers, and instead he was able to stand confidently as he watched the others being sorted into their houses. Ewan didn't really understand the point of houses, although his grandmother had told him that apparently lots of schools did that, to make the children feel "more at home" or something. There were a few children that stood out to him, but it was hard to know for sure until he'd met them all.


Much like other students, Ewan was looking around the castle trying to take it all in. Even his school trips hadn't been this fancy, and it did worry Ewan a little whether his grandmother had been lying when she said she didn't have to pay for him to attend this school. Surely all this couldn't actually be free? Did magic not run up some sort of magic cost? If it was free, then Ewan would at least be able to relax and know that he wasn't under too much pressure to do well, whatever that was supposed to mean when you were no longer destined for a "muggle career".


Ewan was waggling his eyebrows at a fellow student that seemed to be watching him when he heard his name called, and he peered his dark eyes over towards a hat. He'd already seen enough strange things that he was doing his best not to question it, and that perhaps it was better to just see what happened. Walking up and taking a seat, Ewan just hoped that wherever he was, the new colour of his robes would suit him well.

"I think all of the colours are quite nice, but that's just me. What's more important is the house's values and whether or not they align with who you are, and the colours have nothing to do with that. You're quite intelligent and not a bad sense of comraderie and friendship, but it's your sense of adventure in numerous areas that makes you suited for Gryffindor!"

 

[Christian Jones]

Christian didn't even know which tower he wanted to be in, so he was probably ready to leave everything up to the Sorting Hat. He was no less nervous as he stood and waited for his turn to go put the hat on his head. We didn't have to wait long, because his name was both initials from the very beginning.

Christian Jones.

As soon as his name was called, the boy went to the hat and put it on his head. Hat, put me in the house you think I should fit in. He said quietly to the hat and awaited her decision, whatever it might be.

It didn't matter to him which house he ended up in, because the main thing was not to disappoint his mother and brother. Christian sat calm and without any stress, but still wished the hat wouldn't hesitate too long with its decision.

"I'll do just that. Now let's take a look. I see some a strong desire to make your family proud..mmhmm...some thirst for adventure but it's not quite as strong as your thirst for knowledge. Yes, you belong in...Ravenclaw!"

 

[Niall Corvus]

Niall has been told about the sorting ceremony on many occasions, by many different people. Each one seemed to recount a very similar story, although of course everyone had their own perceptions made different by their feelings towards it too. In Nialls case for instance, while he was excited, he was also fascinated to finally be discovering which house would suit him best. It really didn’t matter where he ended up, he knew people that had been all over, but it was important for him to know where he specifically belonged, and whether or not he would be right in his predictions.

He waited calmly with the other students to hear his name, stood beside his sister who too no doubt would be apprehensive about where she would be placed. The twins had more or less been together their whole lives, would this mean they were about to go their separate ways? Ferrah and Bella had been separated. Niall could see Iggy and Kenna being in the same house together one day, but then again she never left his side. No, this experience was about was Niall was going to achieve, nobody else. Whatever the decision was from the hat, it would be the best one just for him.

As he heard his name, Niall took a stand and glanced up at the hat as it touched the top of his head. The eyes of everyone in the room wasn’t as daunting as Niall had initially believed, and he was feeling strangely comfortable as he awaited his verdict.

"I see what you would like, and certainly you have a healthy creativity, but you are also exceedingly hard-working, and for this you'll be best in…Hufflepuff,"

 

[Kellen Corvus]

Kellen wasn’t a nervous person by nature. But this was nerve wracking. Her brother had been placed already so it was just left up to her. As the person at the front of the room called her name she shifted her icy orbs to the front and stared at the stool for a moment. Then, like they had a mind of their own, her feet started moving. She made her way up and took a seat tucking beneath her the pleated skirt. A quick glance across the room made her stomach do flips.

but she was only nervous for a second before she thought that maybe this was a good thing. Maybe now she could learn the things she wanted to, and not have to worry about the pressure she put on herself for quidditch things her mother loved. She sighed in a relaxed way as she hoped to be placed where she could be herself the best - and where the color looked best with her eyes. She thought Green or red would be lovely after all.

"Whether the colour goes well with your eyes is not how this decision is made, but I see a lot here, and a sly ambitious nature which will serve you well…Slytherin,"

 

[Mikael Nightray]

Mikael looked over the expanse of the Great Hall with just a tiny bit awe but mostly indifference. It was mostly the awe of the largeness and amount of people rather than the magic - the show and feel of it - that was present. He had grown up around magic all his life and while his parents weren't legends, they were still quite talented - even if his father mostly had a desk job and his mother focused on keeping the family and business from going up in flames. Besides, while Hogwarts New Zealand was a pretty good school, it wasn't the only impressive one. The only reason he even decided to go was because Hina of all people decided that she was going to this particular school. A rare moment of guts from his mousy cousin had led to this particular situation.

"Nightray, Mikael"

Kael was shaken out of his reverie with the rather loud mention of his name. He made his way to the front of the crowd and towards the stool in front of everyone in the Hall. The Sorting Hat was placed atop his head and he turned his attention to it, wondering if it would speak to him aside from the announcement of his house. His mother had said that the hat given words, his cousins and siblings had said the same, and so reminded him that he should be respectful of the magical artifact. Then again, he didn't think that it would be rude of him to wait for the hat to speak to him before he spoke to it. But it can also hear his thoughts, which could be considered rude. Merlin, what had he gotten himself to?

"It's not rude, when it's my job, and really I do not listen to anything I do not need to hear. For you, there's something you desire and a determination to keep that family image in place…for that, there is only one place for you...Slytherin,"​

 

[Bailey Walden-Cade]

Hogwarts had been a long time coming for Bailey, yet it had felt like an eternity before she was finally boarding the train with her future classmates. She had grown up on the stories of her parent's time at Hogwarts, it meant a lot to Bailey that she got to follow in her parent's footsteps, especially her mother whom she had lost many years ago. After a fun but exhausting train journey, Bailey arrived at the school and filled into the Great hall with the rest of the new first years eager to find out which house she would be sorted into for her seven years at Hogwarts.

Bailey watched as students went before her until finally her name was called out by the professor conducting the sorting. "Walden-Cade, Bailey," Bailey took a breath to steady her nerves and stepped up to the stool and waited for the hat to be lowered onto her head.

"This will not take long, and you'll have those nerves clear away quickly. You would've done well in Gryffindor, know that, with your adventuruous spirit, but there is a house which will serve you better..Hufflepuff,"