2 Dec 2018, 16:32
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The Sorting Hat stopped to sing and one by one students were called, to receive their house.
During this time Artus Villiers started to gaze upon the Great Hall. It was as his parents and teachers told him...astounding! However he wasen't really impressed by the Great Halls size or appearance, rather was it the sheer amount of people siting in it that impressed Artus.
"Gryffindor!"
came from the front. Yet another student walked towards the others siting in the Great Hall. Judging by that students face he was really happy. Seeing that Artus wondered what house he would be put in. Until now he didn't really think about that. He wanted to get along with normal people, so Gryffindor might be the best choice. Looking at the student once more, he saw that he was welcomed by the other Gryffindors and he quickly found some people to talk to.
"Ravenclaw!"
disrupted his thoughts. Ravenclaw...the house of the most intelligent Wizards. Maybe he would fit in there, after all, he knew quiet a lot already. Aside from that his ambition of becoming a well-known Wizard, might have the best chance of success in this house. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor it was a really hard choice to make.
"Hufflepuff!"
Once more came the voice of the Sorting Hat from the front, however Artus was barely noticing it. Thinking about the four houses was more important to him now. Still though, he noticed Hufflepuff and be it barely. So his thoughts circled around it aswell. Many of his ancestors came out of Hufflepuff, it was like...70... or was it 80%? He couldn't quite remember.
"Artus Villiers!"
Normally this call should have stopped his thoughts altogether, but not now. He heard his name and walked towards the Hat. Unlike former students, his exitment was rather none existent, as he focused on his thoughts more and more. That was supposed to change once he sat on the stool and had the Sorting Hat on his head. "Well well...it seems like you can't even concentrate now." came from the Hat, who quickly continued. "Becoming a great Wizard, what a simpleminded goal...maybe Ravenclaw?" Hearing his thoughts coming from the mouth of a hat was more than confusing, however it had an effect on Artus, as he was focusing on the Hat now. "Having friends and living casually. The courage to step up for those you care about...maybe Gryffindor?" And yet again a perfect reflection of his thoughts continued to confuse him. "A noble lineage...responsibilities and expectations. You can't deny that you want to fulfill them...maybe Hufflepuff?" The first few times the Hat confused Artus but now he was rather certain. He didn't care about the house he would life in, because he will fulfill his ambitions. "I see...ambitious and yet divided. It seems like your doubt vanished hmmm?" Artus didn't even notice what the Hat whispered, instead he started to observe the Great Hall once more. All the students looked at him...after all his verdict was yet to come, despite the long time he was at the stool already. He felt uncomfortable now that he realized all those looks. "I guess i should pick your house then. I think...yes how about..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Artus wasen't sure if he understood it right. Slytherin...of all four houses Slytherin? Following that he looked at the table of Slytherin and indeed, many of the students were applauding. Being certain now Artus put the Hat back and walked towards his table, whilst having a happy expression for once. During this short way he mumbled something so quiet that no one could hear it. "What a stupid Hat...well at least he has a sense for irony and to be fair I can't say he is wrong."
From now on Artus Villiers first year began, destined to be exiting.
During this time Artus Villiers started to gaze upon the Great Hall. It was as his parents and teachers told him...astounding! However he wasen't really impressed by the Great Halls size or appearance, rather was it the sheer amount of people siting in it that impressed Artus.
"Gryffindor!"
came from the front. Yet another student walked towards the others siting in the Great Hall. Judging by that students face he was really happy. Seeing that Artus wondered what house he would be put in. Until now he didn't really think about that. He wanted to get along with normal people, so Gryffindor might be the best choice. Looking at the student once more, he saw that he was welcomed by the other Gryffindors and he quickly found some people to talk to.
"Ravenclaw!"
disrupted his thoughts. Ravenclaw...the house of the most intelligent Wizards. Maybe he would fit in there, after all, he knew quiet a lot already. Aside from that his ambition of becoming a well-known Wizard, might have the best chance of success in this house. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor it was a really hard choice to make.
"Hufflepuff!"
Once more came the voice of the Sorting Hat from the front, however Artus was barely noticing it. Thinking about the four houses was more important to him now. Still though, he noticed Hufflepuff and be it barely. So his thoughts circled around it aswell. Many of his ancestors came out of Hufflepuff, it was like...70... or was it 80%? He couldn't quite remember.
"Artus Villiers!"
Normally this call should have stopped his thoughts altogether, but not now. He heard his name and walked towards the Hat. Unlike former students, his exitment was rather none existent, as he focused on his thoughts more and more. That was supposed to change once he sat on the stool and had the Sorting Hat on his head. "Well well...it seems like you can't even concentrate now." came from the Hat, who quickly continued. "Becoming a great Wizard, what a simpleminded goal...maybe Ravenclaw?" Hearing his thoughts coming from the mouth of a hat was more than confusing, however it had an effect on Artus, as he was focusing on the Hat now. "Having friends and living casually. The courage to step up for those you care about...maybe Gryffindor?" And yet again a perfect reflection of his thoughts continued to confuse him. "A noble lineage...responsibilities and expectations. You can't deny that you want to fulfill them...maybe Hufflepuff?" The first few times the Hat confused Artus but now he was rather certain. He didn't care about the house he would life in, because he will fulfill his ambitions. "I see...ambitious and yet divided. It seems like your doubt vanished hmmm?" Artus didn't even notice what the Hat whispered, instead he started to observe the Great Hall once more. All the students looked at him...after all his verdict was yet to come, despite the long time he was at the stool already. He felt uncomfortable now that he realized all those looks. "I guess i should pick your house then. I think...yes how about..."
"SLYTHERIN!"
Artus wasen't sure if he understood it right. Slytherin...of all four houses Slytherin? Following that he looked at the table of Slytherin and indeed, many of the students were applauding. Being certain now Artus put the Hat back and walked towards his table, whilst having a happy expression for once. During this short way he mumbled something so quiet that no one could hear it. "What a stupid Hat...well at least he has a sense for irony and to be fair I can't say he is wrong."
From now on Artus Villiers first year began, destined to be exiting.
Thoose who see the question won't see the answer.
Thoose who see the answer won't know the question.
Thoose who see the question's purpose will know the answer and everything around it.
Isen't that right?
3 Dec 2018, 15:02
The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019
✣ The Sorting ✣
As Dinara took her first steps into the Great Hall, her eyes glazed over in sheer amazement. Now, it was no easy feat to get the talkative lass to keep silent, yet the floating candles and the platters of delicacies laid out in front of her were no ordinary sights. Of course, the sheer number of people in the hall would be intimidating to most, even to the social butterfly herself; though this was something that Dinara would never admit.
She had barely found her place in line before a man started to speak, his voice confident and unwavering. Dinara listened attentively -- a rare occasion in itself -- absorbing every word the Headmaster said. She gazed up at the many students in line with her, and suddenly felt rather small. Not just physically; Dinara suddenly felt rather insignificant amongst the many other students who had made it here.
She barely had any time to ponder on her feelings before the line started to move again. Dinara was forced to scuffle along and to avoid tripping on her overly-large robes as she attempted to keep up with the speed of the students in front. Though she stumbled a few times, Dinara somehow managed to keep up with the unexpectedly quick speed at which the First Years travelled at. The eyes that trailed them made her feel the teeniest bit uncomfortable, but her resolve held firm and she refused to look down as she walked.
Eventually, they came to a stop. Dinara couldn't really see what was going on, but a sudden melody caught her attention and she looked around, trying to find the source of the music. It was then she realised -- It wasn't a person singing, it was a hat! Trying to hide her astonishment, Dinara forced herself to pay attention to the hat's lyrics.
She eventually gathered that there were four different houses that she could possibly be sorted into: 'the brave at heart', 'the just and loyal, 'those of wit and learning' and 'the cunning folks'. Dinara wasn't quite sure how to feel and which house she'd prefer to be in, though she quite liked the idea of having a mix of friends from all the different houses. The song ended almost as soon as it started, and the queue started to move as the students began to be sorted by the hat.
As far as Dinara could tell, it seemed to be a random process. The hat is placed on the student, and within a matter of minutes, shouts out a house name which is met by thunderous applause by the corresponding house tables. Before she knew it, it was her turn. Dinara bit her lip as the hat was placed on her head; a small ripple of giggling was heard as the hat slid right over her whole face and had to be adjusted before anything actually happened.
Dinara almost fell over the stool in shock as the same voice which sang seemed to speak directly into her head -- The process wasn't random afterall! What more could she have expected from a school of witchcraft and wizardry? The Hat continued to mutter something about her being suitable for a few houses, yet ultimately deciding that it's the values that a person holds dear to their heart that truly makes them who they are. After a few moments of deliberation, the Hat let out a deafening yell: "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Dinara scrambled off the small stool, bowed to the hat and the Headmaster, before heading off to join the table which vaguely resembled a hive of bees -- the striking yellow proved to be a stark contrast to the dark colour of the school robes.
[font=segoe script]Dinara Lucey[/font]
Stamina 5 | Evasion 10 | Strength 5 | Wisdom 2 | Arcane Power 10 | Accuracy 8
3 Dec 2018, 20:48
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Lydia had spent every waking moment of her life thinking of this momentous occasion. As the doors to the Great Hall open she feels her mouth drop open. Her father had described the infamous hall to her many times but his words didn't even touch upon the beauty of the place. Each step she took her eyes darted about the things to see. Each painting that hung on the wall. The candles floating above her head contrasting against the night sky. The seemingly four endless tables. Finally her feet came to a stop with the rest of her year.
One by one each student went and was sorted. Anxiously she patiently waited. Then her name was called. "Lydia Chambers." Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and cautiously sat down. This is it. I wish dad could be here right now. No matter what house I'll make the best of it. She thought to herself as the sorting hat was placed on her head. Once it came alive she felt her heart stop, it's words echoing in her mind. "Ahh...another with so much potential in each house. Loyal, intelligent, brave, cunning. Where to put this fiery one...a hard choice this is...HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat was lifted off of her head and her heart started beating once again. A smile was painted across her pale face and she practically ran to the Hufflepuff table. The cheers from the table made her feel very confident as she shook many peoples hands. I can't wait to send an owl to dad. She thought as she watched the rest of the sorting ceremony.
One by one each student went and was sorted. Anxiously she patiently waited. Then her name was called. "Lydia Chambers." Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and cautiously sat down. This is it. I wish dad could be here right now. No matter what house I'll make the best of it. She thought to herself as the sorting hat was placed on her head. Once it came alive she felt her heart stop, it's words echoing in her mind. "Ahh...another with so much potential in each house. Loyal, intelligent, brave, cunning. Where to put this fiery one...a hard choice this is...HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat was lifted off of her head and her heart started beating once again. A smile was painted across her pale face and she practically ran to the Hufflepuff table. The cheers from the table made her feel very confident as she shook many peoples hands. I can't wait to send an owl to dad. She thought as she watched the rest of the sorting ceremony.
4 Dec 2018, 00:05
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Phoebe McCrary sat silently in her seat as she listened in on everyone else's conversations. Her eyes, however, were fixed on only one thing: the sorting hat. The sorting hat was going to determine where she would be for her full seven years at Hogwarts. The sorting hat would determine who she would be surrounded by.
Upon hearing her name being called, she quietly stood and made her way to the sorting hat, attempting not to trip on the impossibly lengthy robe she adorned. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the person who gave her the robe took incorrect measurements. Taking a seat, she began to flush at the sight of everyone's eyes. Tightening her grip slightly on the arms of the chair, she felt her heartbeat escalate as the hat was placed on her head.
Despite her embarrassment and shame, she kept her head high. All of these years of isolation from people her age would not allow her to make a bad first impression. Closing her eyes and taking a breath to calm her nerves, she opened her eyes as she heard the name of her house being belted out from the ornament on her head: Slytherin.
Slytherin?
She quickly stood up, eyes wide and lips parted slightly in surprise as the other students cheered for her. Slytherin in particular seemed to be the most obnoxiously noisy. She took off the sorting hat and gently sat it on the chair.
Quickly making her way to the Slytherin table, she lowered her gaze to the floor as she tried much harder than before to not trip. Taking a seat furthest away from her peers, she messed with her hands nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was not bitter or scared because of her house placement, merely surprised since she knew of Slytherin's reputation.
She was silent for the rest of the evening.
Upon hearing her name being called, she quietly stood and made her way to the sorting hat, attempting not to trip on the impossibly lengthy robe she adorned. In the back of her mind, she wondered if the person who gave her the robe took incorrect measurements. Taking a seat, she began to flush at the sight of everyone's eyes. Tightening her grip slightly on the arms of the chair, she felt her heartbeat escalate as the hat was placed on her head.
Despite her embarrassment and shame, she kept her head high. All of these years of isolation from people her age would not allow her to make a bad first impression. Closing her eyes and taking a breath to calm her nerves, she opened her eyes as she heard the name of her house being belted out from the ornament on her head: Slytherin.
Slytherin?
She quickly stood up, eyes wide and lips parted slightly in surprise as the other students cheered for her. Slytherin in particular seemed to be the most obnoxiously noisy. She took off the sorting hat and gently sat it on the chair.
Quickly making her way to the Slytherin table, she lowered her gaze to the floor as she tried much harder than before to not trip. Taking a seat furthest away from her peers, she messed with her hands nervously, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was not bitter or scared because of her house placement, merely surprised since she knew of Slytherin's reputation.
She was silent for the rest of the evening.
The trees cry in autumn because their hearts are growing cold.
Phoebe McCrary
4 Dec 2018, 21:06
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Koko Riddle sat somewhat nervously, and somewhat attentively as she watched all of the first years get sorted. Her last name started with an “R”, so she would likely have a long wait. Too bad she she had decided against bringing her book; she wasn’t too keen on making friends. Mostly because Rosalie wouldn’t let her. Not that she really cared, though. She was used to having enemies, her stepmother being one of them.
She had a slightly taller than average figure, slim with little muscle. Her stepmother hardly let her outside, afraid she would show her magic, though her stepbrothers were allowed out all the time though they were pureblood wizards. Her light brown hair was tied back in a low bun for the occasion, and her hazel eyes glittered with... fright? No. Cunning? Maybe. Ambition? Most likely. She didn’t know what house she would get, but it wouldn’t be Hufflepuff. She was too mean for that.
Koko has struck up a few conversations with other first years, but only the ones that seemed about to break from being away from their parents. Koko didn’t really care. She liked her stepfather, Victor Wreath, but that was it. Otherwise she couldn’t wait to get away from home.
Koko ran a few lines of one of her favorite songs through her head. The hat was on O’s now, she had a few minutes to go. So far, there were a bunch of Gryffindors, but Koko hadn’t paid much attention. She eyed the patchy grey hat carefully, looking for details about how the hat might have been able to read minds. Probably an enchantment, she thought. Or maybe it’s something like what I can do. Koko had always had a knack for sensing and manipulating thoughts and emotions, and that was another reason why Rosalie had hated her. She still did, though she was grateful, just a little.
“Riddle, Koko!” The hat boomed, startling the pondering girl. She bolted upright and ran towards the chair the hat rested on, a few teachers scolding her on the way. Not that she really cared; she didn’t. She set the pointed hat on her head, and sat, clearing her mind of any impurities so she seemed perfect. The hat laughed. “Is this child trying to trick me?” It wondered aloud.
Koko couldn’t help but crack a smile. She hadn’t been trying to trick him, if it was a him, but she could see how it might come across like that. “A Riddle...” the hat mused. Koko almost knew it now, it was just inside her head. “A pureblood lineage of Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, And Slytherins. Mistreated by an adoptive mother yet always knows how to get out of it...” the hat paused for a quiet moment, then it resumed,. “And cunning. A trick like that, even without realizing it? Well then, there’s only one house right for her... she ought to be sorted into...
SLYTHERIN!!!”
She had a slightly taller than average figure, slim with little muscle. Her stepmother hardly let her outside, afraid she would show her magic, though her stepbrothers were allowed out all the time though they were pureblood wizards. Her light brown hair was tied back in a low bun for the occasion, and her hazel eyes glittered with... fright? No. Cunning? Maybe. Ambition? Most likely. She didn’t know what house she would get, but it wouldn’t be Hufflepuff. She was too mean for that.
Koko has struck up a few conversations with other first years, but only the ones that seemed about to break from being away from their parents. Koko didn’t really care. She liked her stepfather, Victor Wreath, but that was it. Otherwise she couldn’t wait to get away from home.
Koko ran a few lines of one of her favorite songs through her head. The hat was on O’s now, she had a few minutes to go. So far, there were a bunch of Gryffindors, but Koko hadn’t paid much attention. She eyed the patchy grey hat carefully, looking for details about how the hat might have been able to read minds. Probably an enchantment, she thought. Or maybe it’s something like what I can do. Koko had always had a knack for sensing and manipulating thoughts and emotions, and that was another reason why Rosalie had hated her. She still did, though she was grateful, just a little.
“Riddle, Koko!” The hat boomed, startling the pondering girl. She bolted upright and ran towards the chair the hat rested on, a few teachers scolding her on the way. Not that she really cared; she didn’t. She set the pointed hat on her head, and sat, clearing her mind of any impurities so she seemed perfect. The hat laughed. “Is this child trying to trick me?” It wondered aloud.
Koko couldn’t help but crack a smile. She hadn’t been trying to trick him, if it was a him, but she could see how it might come across like that. “A Riddle...” the hat mused. Koko almost knew it now, it was just inside her head. “A pureblood lineage of Ravenclaws, Gryffindors, And Slytherins. Mistreated by an adoptive mother yet always knows how to get out of it...” the hat paused for a quiet moment, then it resumed,. “And cunning. A trick like that, even without realizing it? Well then, there’s only one house right for her... she ought to be sorted into...
SLYTHERIN!!!”
[pc] koko riddle · 'pour yourself a drink, put on some lipstick, and pull yourself together.'
'it always starts and ends with birds.' · cyrus darsel [inpc]
7 Dec 2018, 03:10
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Min-seo looked at all the people filling the halls. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she heard the cheers. GRYFFINDOR! HUFFLEPUFF! RAVENCLAW! SLYTHERIN! She scrunched her eyes together at the noise. She looked up at the banners adorning the walls. The cheers got louder in her ears. She finally opened her eyes. "This is NOTHING like Korea." She thought. She just hoped to get into a house that would welcome her and understand that her first language wasn't English. "Kim, Min-seo!" She flinched at her name being called. She timidly walked over to the stool, trying to get through all the taller people (God dang her small frame!) and sat down. When the hat was placed on her head, it fell a bit over her eyes. "Ah! Interesting veeeerrryyy interesting, very smart, I see. Bit timid, but that's alright, very cunning.....Tragic, very tragic incident I see........hmmm.......butwhere to put you? I know......
SLYTHERIN!
Min-seo looked over to the table with the people wearing green robes clapping ethusiastically. She gave a timid smile and sat down, a few people high fiving her. Hopefully they would take care of her!
SLYTHERIN!
Min-seo looked over to the table with the people wearing green robes clapping ethusiastically. She gave a timid smile and sat down, a few people high fiving her. Hopefully they would take care of her!
“I don't understand how people can be so mean to others. We're all living beings, is it that hard to accept?" ~Min-Seo
Stats: Strength: 4 Agility: 12 Control: 8 Stamina: 6
Stats- Strength-4 Agility-10 Control-10 Stamina-6
7 Dec 2018, 07:55
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Kaia's mouth had dropped open when she saw the huge castle that was Hogwarts, her father had told her as much as he could about Hogwarts but she had never imagined it to be this amazing. She sat in awe in the small boat for a few seconds before she realised that she had to get out.
When she walked into the entrance hall again she stared in awe and again it was better then she had imagined, she took a quick peek into the Great Hall before she was busied off with the other first years. A professor stood at the top of a small set of steps, it was announced that they would be sorted. Kaia stood nervously and looked around at the other first years some of them seemed nervous and others looked very confident, Kaia's father had told her about the houses but he had never told her how they were sorted. She heard a few whispers about how they would be sorted, some said they had to battle something and some said that they might have to cast a spell or show some sort of magic ability, this made Kaia even more nervous, she new some spells but she was not able to cast any of them, Im obviously not going to be a Ravenclaw then Kaia thought.
A few students names were called before she had heard hers
'Burke, Kaia' Called a voice.
She took a few steps forward and she could feel all eyes on her, she quickly hurried up to a stool and sat down, she felt something being placed upon her head, then she heard a voice
'Hmm, interesting, a father of Gryffindor and a muggle born mother, where to put you, where to put you, ' said the voice mysteriously
'You would do well in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but it'll have to be..
HUFFLEPUFF
Kaia sighed in relief, mostly because she didn't have to battle anything, she walked over to the table of cheering Hufflepuffs and sat down smiling.
When she walked into the entrance hall again she stared in awe and again it was better then she had imagined, she took a quick peek into the Great Hall before she was busied off with the other first years. A professor stood at the top of a small set of steps, it was announced that they would be sorted. Kaia stood nervously and looked around at the other first years some of them seemed nervous and others looked very confident, Kaia's father had told her about the houses but he had never told her how they were sorted. She heard a few whispers about how they would be sorted, some said they had to battle something and some said that they might have to cast a spell or show some sort of magic ability, this made Kaia even more nervous, she new some spells but she was not able to cast any of them, Im obviously not going to be a Ravenclaw then Kaia thought.
A few students names were called before she had heard hers
'Burke, Kaia' Called a voice.
She took a few steps forward and she could feel all eyes on her, she quickly hurried up to a stool and sat down, she felt something being placed upon her head, then she heard a voice
'Hmm, interesting, a father of Gryffindor and a muggle born mother, where to put you, where to put you, ' said the voice mysteriously
'You would do well in Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, but it'll have to be..
HUFFLEPUFF
Kaia sighed in relief, mostly because she didn't have to battle anything, she walked over to the table of cheering Hufflepuffs and sat down smiling.
Kaia Burke
14 Dec 2018, 07:49
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Sylvia was already feeling overwhelmed from the enchanted boat ride to the magical castle that housed hundred of magical students. Hogwarts was bigger than she could ever imagine. And no, it was not a floating, fleshy fortress with warts like her grandmother said it was, instead it was large archaic castle with floating candles and flying ghost men.
Sylvia fidgeted in her seat as the kids her age were being sorted by the sorting hat. Her grandmother said that the Sorting Hat would bite off the noses of any children they didn't like. Of course, Sylvia didn't believe most of the things her grandmother said, but now that she's seen the Sorting Hat in all it's tweedy glory....she wasn't so sure.
"Sylvia Blackwood."
Oh cripes, she wasn't paying attention at all. Sylvia jumped to her feet and quickly scurried towards the smirking hat. Syliva could feel all the eyes in the hall narrow onto her, she could hear the metal scraping of steel utensil against metal plates.
Don't go making a fool of yourself now, Slyvia. She thought darkly to herself, feeling a little lightheaded.
Sylvia stared down at the tweedy hat with a stern expression. This was going to be the biggest decision in her entire school life...possibly, and it going to be decided by some reject scarecrow hat. Your house basically dictates the circle of people you're going to be with your entire time at Hogwarts! How can she not be terrified!
"Scared, little one?" The sorting hat grinned as it was being lifted up. "I wont bite."
Sylvia grunted, planting her bottom on the chair. "I'm not scared of you biting me." She muttered under her breath. That was a lie. Just a little bit. "You don't even have teeth. I'm more worried that you're going to make the wrong choice. I don't want you to get in the way of me making friends."
The hat cackled and it was placed on top of her head.
"The sorting hat is never wrong!" The hat said it as it wiggled on top of her head. "You'll make friends in due time."
Syliva frowned and gripped the cloth of her robes. Please give me a good house. I want to make friends. She prayed as she clamped her eyes shut. Her mother was a Ravenclaw and her grandmother- well, her grandmother gave her a different answer each time. She wouldn't mind being placed in a house like Ravenclaw, though she doubted that she had the intelligence for such an esteemed house. Gryffindor was too...boisterous for her taste and Slytherin was just plain scary looking. If she had to choose, she'd be with Hufflepuff where the people were warm and welcoming. Sylvia knew if she was placed in Hufflepuff, she'd find the friends she was looking for.
As if reading her thoughts the Sorting Hat cackled again.
"You’re still a little seed to you have time to grow
Hufflepuff is nice, but with time you’ll know
That out of all these great houses that fill this large room.
It is in the house of Slytherin where you will bloom!"
Slyvia's eyes flew up as the Great Hall erupted into a loud cheer. "Slytherin?" She whispered under her breath in shock. Slytherin? That was were all the bad witches and wizards go to. What is she going to do in a house like Slytherin?
She was starting to feel all dizzy and overwhelmed again. She wasted no time making her way to the serpent's table and plopped down one of her new housemates. Slowly, she began to pile food onto her plate, trying to ignore the hot sting in the corner of her eyes and her shaking hands. To be honest, she didn't feel like eating at all, those peas didn't seem all that appetizing. Regardless, it would be rude not to eat at her own welcoming party, right? She'll take a few bites here and there.
For the rest of the night, Sylvia stared at the grinning sorting hat. It's words replying over and over again in her head.
"The sorting hat is never wrong!"
Sylvia fidgeted in her seat as the kids her age were being sorted by the sorting hat. Her grandmother said that the Sorting Hat would bite off the noses of any children they didn't like. Of course, Sylvia didn't believe most of the things her grandmother said, but now that she's seen the Sorting Hat in all it's tweedy glory....she wasn't so sure.
"Sylvia Blackwood."
Oh cripes, she wasn't paying attention at all. Sylvia jumped to her feet and quickly scurried towards the smirking hat. Syliva could feel all the eyes in the hall narrow onto her, she could hear the metal scraping of steel utensil against metal plates.
Don't go making a fool of yourself now, Slyvia. She thought darkly to herself, feeling a little lightheaded.
Sylvia stared down at the tweedy hat with a stern expression. This was going to be the biggest decision in her entire school life...possibly, and it going to be decided by some reject scarecrow hat. Your house basically dictates the circle of people you're going to be with your entire time at Hogwarts! How can she not be terrified!
"Scared, little one?" The sorting hat grinned as it was being lifted up. "I wont bite."
Sylvia grunted, planting her bottom on the chair. "I'm not scared of you biting me." She muttered under her breath. That was a lie. Just a little bit. "You don't even have teeth. I'm more worried that you're going to make the wrong choice. I don't want you to get in the way of me making friends."
The hat cackled and it was placed on top of her head.
"The sorting hat is never wrong!" The hat said it as it wiggled on top of her head. "You'll make friends in due time."
Syliva frowned and gripped the cloth of her robes. Please give me a good house. I want to make friends. She prayed as she clamped her eyes shut. Her mother was a Ravenclaw and her grandmother- well, her grandmother gave her a different answer each time. She wouldn't mind being placed in a house like Ravenclaw, though she doubted that she had the intelligence for such an esteemed house. Gryffindor was too...boisterous for her taste and Slytherin was just plain scary looking. If she had to choose, she'd be with Hufflepuff where the people were warm and welcoming. Sylvia knew if she was placed in Hufflepuff, she'd find the friends she was looking for.
As if reading her thoughts the Sorting Hat cackled again.
"You’re still a little seed to you have time to grow
Hufflepuff is nice, but with time you’ll know
That out of all these great houses that fill this large room.
It is in the house of Slytherin where you will bloom!"
Slyvia's eyes flew up as the Great Hall erupted into a loud cheer. "Slytherin?" She whispered under her breath in shock. Slytherin? That was were all the bad witches and wizards go to. What is she going to do in a house like Slytherin?
She was starting to feel all dizzy and overwhelmed again. She wasted no time making her way to the serpent's table and plopped down one of her new housemates. Slowly, she began to pile food onto her plate, trying to ignore the hot sting in the corner of her eyes and her shaking hands. To be honest, she didn't feel like eating at all, those peas didn't seem all that appetizing. Regardless, it would be rude not to eat at her own welcoming party, right? She'll take a few bites here and there.
For the rest of the night, Sylvia stared at the grinning sorting hat. It's words replying over and over again in her head.
"The sorting hat is never wrong!"
22 Dec 2018, 07:42
The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019
Zeeke was very thankful that he wasn't the first one to be called out. That way he had a chance to see how this whole procedure was being performed and possibly get a chance to calm himself down. The Hall was full with both Students and Teachers. The constant gaze from the ones who were already sitting was making him very nervous, especially since he knew that his sister was somewhere out there as well.
With each passing Student, he started to grow more and more impatient, as well as being filled with curiousity of where would the Hat put him in, and it was driving him nuts. After a while, he was so bored and frustrated, "when is it gonna be my turn..." - the boy asked himself as he was rolling his eyes to the side, thinking that "this was taking eternity", so he decided to scan the room and try to find something to occupy his mind with. There was something going on in the corner, Professors were whispering something to one-another, yet Zeeke was unable to tell what it was about, he tried to focus and read by their moving lips, when suddenly his name was called.
"Finally!" - the boy replied out loudly, in excited tone, while heading towards the chair.
He then sat on the furniture and tried to anticipate what the hat would say.
"Ah-h-h, another Asgeir" - the Hat announced, "though this one is much easier" - it added. "If power is what You seek and want to prove Yourself, then I know just the house for You on the road to greatness" - said the Sorting Hat.
Young Zeeke was very content, mainly because he was told that the Hat is never wrong, so he had no reason to doubt it, so he went to search for a place where to sit on his House's table.
With each passing Student, he started to grow more and more impatient, as well as being filled with curiousity of where would the Hat put him in, and it was driving him nuts. After a while, he was so bored and frustrated, "when is it gonna be my turn..." - the boy asked himself as he was rolling his eyes to the side, thinking that "this was taking eternity", so he decided to scan the room and try to find something to occupy his mind with. There was something going on in the corner, Professors were whispering something to one-another, yet Zeeke was unable to tell what it was about, he tried to focus and read by their moving lips, when suddenly his name was called.
"Zeeke Asgeir" - one of the Professors shouted... there was a silence.
"Mr. Asgeir?" - they asked, which was followed again by silence.
"ASGEIR !" - They yelled. The echo of it was loud enough to reach the young boy's ears.
"Mr. Asgeir?" - they asked, which was followed again by silence.
"ASGEIR !" - They yelled. The echo of it was loud enough to reach the young boy's ears.
"Finally!" - the boy replied out loudly, in excited tone, while heading towards the chair.
He then sat on the furniture and tried to anticipate what the hat would say.
"Ah-h-h, another Asgeir" - the Hat announced, "though this one is much easier" - it added. "If power is what You seek and want to prove Yourself, then I know just the house for You on the road to greatness" - said the Sorting Hat.
S-S-SLYTHERIN !
Young Zeeke was very content, mainly because he was told that the Hat is never wrong, so he had no reason to doubt it, so he went to search for a place where to sit on his House's table.
26 Dec 2018, 11:21
The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019
Raven shuffled nervously, as she stood with her fellow First Years. Her hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her crystal blue eyes looked at the floor. The first two lots were done. Her heart began to race, as she knew her time was ebbing ever closer. She wondered if her brother had been this nervous. No, he was a cool customer she was just nervous all the time ordering books and animals to humans.
"Carter, Raven!" she heard her name being called. She just prayed she didn't fall up the stairs. She ascended the steps to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head. "Ah, clever and ambitious. Witty and creative... Hmmm. I know where I'm going to put you.... SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat proclaimed. A cheer erupted from a tabled decorated in silver and emerald. Raven relaxed. Her entire family had been in this house, so she was pleased to keep the family line of serpents going.
Raven practically jogged over to the Slytherin table where she took her seat next to another first year. Raven didn't notice until now she had been shaking. However, she pinned it down to her excitement of finally coming to Hogwarts and being placed into the House she hoped to join to make her parents proud of her.
"Carter, Raven!" she heard her name being called. She just prayed she didn't fall up the stairs. She ascended the steps to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed on her head. "Ah, clever and ambitious. Witty and creative... Hmmm. I know where I'm going to put you.... SLYTHERIN!" the sorting hat proclaimed. A cheer erupted from a tabled decorated in silver and emerald. Raven relaxed. Her entire family had been in this house, so she was pleased to keep the family line of serpents going.
Raven practically jogged over to the Slytherin table where she took her seat next to another first year. Raven didn't notice until now she had been shaking. However, she pinned it down to her excitement of finally coming to Hogwarts and being placed into the House she hoped to join to make her parents proud of her.