Closed The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019

Lilac heard so many whispers on the boat full of excitement. Now as Lilac entered the Great Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, her mind shifted focus as the Headmaster began to speak.

"The house that will be chosen for you shall represent qualities that are truly present within each of you. Your future house shall be like a second family" That sounds great thought Lilac, as she began to feel a little bit at ease with the idea of being sorted.

Finally, Lilac and her fellow first years were lead into the Great Hall, which was brightly decorated in stunning house colours. As they reached the end of the Hall; the hat it just started singing, Lilac jumped back a bit in fright at first, then laughed as the hat sung. As the song finished; Lilac thought most of the houses sounded ok; although she wasn't sure about the last one, and she didn't feel courageous either. As she waited in line a few students tried the hat on first; sometimes the hat screamed the answer immediately, for others it took time. Finally, it was Lilac turn, she ran forward as she heard her name and sat down, the hat was placed on her head.

"Ah Miss Dune, I see already you are a tricky one to sort, so many traits."

"With a sharp mind you may be ready for an adventure or two, you might even be bold at times, and yet I see deep humility and loyalty within you."

Lilac thought the hat was talking in riddles, and she certainly didn't see herself as bold. Lilac wondered if the hat knew which house to put her in.

"You're well suited to both the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw houses, but you have qualities that run deep so let it be HUFFLEPUFF” Roared the hat to everyone’s surprise including Lilac’s.

The HUFFLEPUFF table cheered clearly thrilled to have Lilac at their house, she ran towards the table and took a seat.

Caprice had felt anxious upon arriving at Hogwarts. She had been one of the last students to exit the Hogwarts Express, since she was trying to avoid the crowds. Then she saw the Great Hall. It looked as if a billion students were all crammed in the room that seemingly was getting smaller and smaller...

Caprice pushed her claustrophobic thoughts away.
No anxiety. No panic attacks. No breakdowns.

Not now, and certainly not today.

A man who claimed to be the headmaster welcomed all of the first years to the school. Caprice smiled, knowing that she was one of them. She was about to get sorted into the school of her dreams. After the sorting ceremony was explained, and everyone had entered and settled in the Hall, the Sorting Hat began its song.

Caprice listened to the Hat in a kind of trance. Butterflies begun to form in her stomach, as the realization of the sorting at dawned on her. She would have to go up there - by herself - with hundreds of people watching. All eyes would be on her. Her! Caprice Brynn, in her cowardice and anxiety. All eyes on the girl who would most likely have a panic attack in front of them all.

The Hat finished its song, and everyone applauded. Then... they began calling the First Years' names. Caprice bit her lip to keep from hyperventilating. She silently cursed her last name. (Her last name, starting with a B, meant she would be one of the first to be called.)
The first and last were always the ones that are remembered! Why, oh why, couldn't I be in the forgotten middle?! she thought, panicking.

"Caprice Brynn, last call!" A voice called, breaking into her thoughts abruptly.
"Oh, bloodroots!" Caprice muttered, mentally slapping herself in the face. She slowly walked up to the hat, trying not to make eye contact with anyone. She sat down, staring only at her lap. The Hat was carefully placed on her head. Caprice heard whispering among the students at each house's table. Excitement? Judging? Caprice wasn't sure.

"Hmm... A shy one, aren't we?" A voice asked. Caprice tensed. It was the Sorting Hat. "Don't worry. I'm completely harmless." Caprice let out a small breath. Words couldn't describe how nervous she was.
"Well, you're nervous, obviously. Don't fret - everyone always is." The Hat and some students at the tables chuckled. Caprice felt her cheeks getting hot.

This couldn't be happening.

"Oh, it's happening." Came the reply in which she did not want. "You're very bright, that much is clear. You have great ambition for learning. I can see your patience and dedication as well. Hrmm... yes... It oughta be..." The Hat paused dramatically. Caprice held her breath, scared half to death.

"GRYFFINDOR!" Was the word that broke the silence of the room. Loud, joyous cheers arose from the Gryffindor table. Caprice somehow breathed again, letting out a huge sigh, although she was very confused.

Gryffindor? How could I be a Gryffindor? I must be the furthest thing from it!

The Sorting Hat chuckled softly on Caprice's head, hidden by the loud cheering for only Caprice to hear.
"Welcome to Gryffindor, dear. Remember: bravery can come in even the most unlikely of places."
Caprice's eyes widened.

What was that supposed to mean?

But the Hat was taken off her head at that moment, making her more confused then ever. She was ushered to the Gryffindor table, where she was welcomed grandly. Caprice didn't acknowledge any of them - she was trying not to have a panic attack. She sat down at the end of the table, where no one would see or talk to her.

This is going to be a rough year.

The Sorting Hat was dirty.

Unconsicously, Florentia’s lip curled. She didn’t want to think about how many hundreds of heads that hat had sat on – but her mind was already there. Greasy, unwashed, unbrushed hair of all colours and shapes. Merlin knows what lay in the unkempt threads atop her classmates skulls.

It was then that her eyes widened at a thought. Nits.

“Florentia Thistlequill!”

Too late. The young girl swallowed, briefly wondering if there was another way to do this. Would it be rude to request a brief look inside the rim of this infamous hat? Just for her own safety. Yet a hand was at the small of her back, edging her forwards. Florentia realized with a sink that this was not possible. Today was a lemming day where one kid followed the next, no questions asked.

Florentia stepped up, the small creak of floorboards emitting underneath her foot. Quiet and docile, she took her place upon the stool and before she could even take a cursory glance, the weight of the Hogwarts emblem was around her ears. Sh would have to douse her head in Bubotuber pus later tonight.

“Ahhh…..A Thistlequill.”

A small voice whispered into her left ear. All thoughts of head lice disappeared. Florentia wondered whether she should reply.

“No, no need for replies. Just thinking out loud,” the hat responded. “But well, what to do with you. Your father was a Ravenclaw? Of course I remember. Your mother too, though I must say I deliberated much more on her sorting. She almost went to Gryffindor. Is that where you belong too?”

Florentia wasn’t sure. The honest truth was that she hoped for Ravenclaw but only for the thought of carrying on tradition. Each house had a little of what she liked, even Hufflepuff might have been ok, they all seemed to work hard.

“Ravenclaw might be right for you but I feel there is something extra. Ambition, but for what I cannot see. There is cunning too. Alright, better be SLYTHERIN!”

It was over, all in the space of a minute. Florentia blinked as she was ushered off the stool, pale grey eyes moving to the cheering table of green and silver. A dark thought curled her stomach – should she have thought about it more and argued her case?

Too late now.

Fenix hid himself within his fellow first years from the eyes of everyone else in the room. He didn't like being stared at and wanted to be able to appreciate the Great Hall's elaborate beauty in peace. The glow of the suspended candles glittered upon the golden plates and banquet trays like shimmering gems. Fenix marveled at the intricacies carved into the flying buttresses that faded into the magical reflection of the night sky. Stars twinkled and candles danced across the dark abyss that held them suspended as if they were performing a ballet of flickering shadows. Fenix was not a stranger to magic but he had certainly never seen anything like this before. 

When the group reached the end of the room and The Sorting Hat sang his song, Fenix started to get collywobbles.  His father was a Hufflepuff and was certain to be fine with any house that Fenix was placed into, but the bit the Hat sang about Slytherin made Fenix nervous about being sorted into that particular house.

Fenix's name is called.

Fenix takes a deep breath, steps forward, and seats himself upon the stool as the others had done before him. The hat is placed upon his head and Fenix can hear the hat whispering to him.

Hm..... Interesting... Yes..... GRYFFINDOR!

 

As Jade entered the great hall despite her attempts to stay with Grace she was separated from her once again. Jade didn't like this, she was in the middle of a bunch of strangers with no way out, Jade tried to fall to the back but the students behind her wouldn't let her through. Jade heard a voice in her ear  "Just keep walking, you'll be fine" Jade was only mildly comfort by this strangers words. As Jade got to the front of the line the teacher started calling names in alphabetical order. After a while "Murphy Jade" It was Jades turn.

With slightly shaking knees Jade walked up to the front and sat on the stool and with that the hat was put on her head. "Hmmmm, very smart and creative yessss, but I think, maybe, there's a lot of kindness and Loyalty, even if you haven't had the chance to show it yet....." the hat whispered in her ear "Are you sure? not to be rude but I was kind of hoping for Ravenclaw. If you'r sure then I won't oppose you, just be sure." Jade thought "Ahhhh, miss Murphy, I am sure... HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat called out. And with that the hat was taken off Jades head and Jade walked over to the Hufflepuff table and sat down.

Jayden followed the group of students while standing in a perfect line, and his facial expression revealed huge surprise as they entered the Great Hall. So many thoughts began to race through his mind, especially considering that his father, once a Hufflepuff, never wanted to tell him anything about this moment. He barely knew much the four Houses but, after listening to the funny Sorting Hat singing, he may have realized that becoming a Slytherin was his least favorite choice, mostly because he heard some really bad rumors inside the train and between most of the students inside the castle. It was time to remain calm and approach the small stool, he was definitely ready.

The Sorting Hat started to speak as it was sitting right on top of Jayden's head, "What do we have here? I can recognize this quite well, good memories. Another Mitchell, aye? I remember your dad, nice lad, a bit naive, and I called Hufflepuff for him. Would you like it? I am sure you would like to follow his steps." Jayden was starting to get slightly anxious, too much talking in a moment that he wanted to end as soon as possible. "Oh, there is no need to be in a rush. I can see you are kind, loyal, but there is plenty of ambition and leadership inside you, a boy who is really determinated to achieve his goals. Which will it be?" The Sorting Hat stopped talking, now everybody was silent, waiting for the final call. "Slytherin!" It shouted. The first year student got up on his feet unsure about it.

Jayden was curious to learn about his new House and, ready to prove doubters, he walked towards the Slytherin table where almost every student was cheering, loudly. It was the beginning of something.

Blake smiled a bright smile and stood in the corner of the waiting room, playing with her flufy long hair. She was thinking of the house she would be chosen to, Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Slytherin or Ravenclaw. What she was thinking about isn't like any other eleven years old would be thinking when they first go to a magical place like Hogwarts. She was consider what house she wanted to get sorted into. Slytherin seems obviously her house, but she didn't wanted to get sorted into though, her friend Rudolfa didn't liked that house much.
Gryffindor is probably her house since she didn't afraid of anything at all, but she was probably to cold blooded for that house. Ravenclaw would be the perfect house for her since she loved learning new thing alot, and it might be easier for Ravenclaw to find a job after graduated since they are mostly not as reckless as Gryffindor, doesn't have a bad reputation as Slytherin, and Hufflepuff.... Hufflepuff is just... nice... she definitely have zero potential of being a Hufflepuff...
"Lilith, Blakesly!" A voice shouted her name out, without a hesitation, she walked confidently to the chair and sat down as the hat was put on her head.
'Hm...' She could hear the hat humming 'You have an enormous potential of becoming a dark witch, Blake, it was weird since both your parents were nothing but nice and good Hufflepuff'
"People say that a lot" She answered, casually like she wasn't surprised at all by the talking hat.
'Well, it's obviously that you were born to be a Slytherin, but you don’t want to be a Slytherin. No, corrected, your friend didn’t want you to be sorted to Slytherin. Well then, even you should have a second chance to live your life Blake, no Slytherin then.’ Blake sighed in relief
‘Hufflepuff…? No’ Of course no, she would be surprised if the hat said yes ‘Ravenclaw?’ Blake’s heart jumped a little bit with hope ‘A thirst for knowledge, brilliant mind if was used properly, yes… but that thirst for knowledge will soon fall to darkness… No’ Blake with her eyes opened wide, shaken by what the hat just said, her need for knowledge would soon fall to darkness, what does that even mean? Does that mean she was going to become a dark witch? But if not Slytherin, Ravenclaw nor Hufflepuff… then Gryffindor?? No, nope, not in a million year that she wanted to get sorted to that house, all Blake saw about Gryffindor was some brave but blockheaded those she sometime meet at Diagon Alley!
‘ Not all Gryffindor are blockhead Blake. I certainly have an explainable reason to choose your house. You have a soul which doesn’t fear of anything in the world, people say ‘I’m not afraid’, but you Blake, you could only say ‘I don’t afraid. You’re more than ready to do anything you need for the one you love, which amount are very little’. Very well then…. GRYFFINDOR!!!!!
Blake stepped down to the Gryffindor table with a frantic clapping noise, feeling unsatisfied the first time in her life with the answer she was given. The hat’s last words still echoed in her mind, and it will stay there forever
‘Rudolfa would love you no matter what you will become Blake, Slytherin or not…’

Leslie felt anxious as she arrived in the great hall. A lot of other students were already in the great hall. She tried to look at some of the other first years. Maybe she knew someone. But no... she was alone now. She saw the four giant banners hanging from the sky as she walked towards the sorting hat. She was wondering in which house she would belong to. Would she be a brave Gryffindor, a loyal Hufflepuff, a cunning Slytherin or a wise Ravenclaw. Leslie her father was a brave Gryffindor, but Leslie had the feeling she wouldn't fit in there. She is shy and she wasn't brave enough to step up to someone.

Leslie made her way to the sorting hat. She walked between two of the main tables. Leslie waited till her names was being called. "Nettle Ruby Leslie". Leslie was scared as she had to step up to the sorting hat. This was the most important point now. In which family would she belong to? The sorting head was placed on her head. It felt a bit dirty. But well the hat was already really old. "Ah interesting... a shy one... But also curious and creative. I know the perfect place! RAVENCLAW!"

Leslie smiled as she heard in which house she belonged to now. From now on she is a first year Ravenclaw!

Astoria walked into the Great Hall with her new friends, Zelda and Milly. She was overwhelmed by the castle and its glow as they came across the Black Lake in boats. The castle looked as though it could stretch high into the clouds and Astoria was ready to climb every tower and search every dungeon. She wasn't normally this ambitious but it seemed as though she had a new sort of spark in her heart from starting the day giving her family members goodbye hugs and to stepping into the boats just moments ago.

Entering the Great Hall, Astoria followed the group of first year students down the aisle of tables. There were Slytherins and Gryffindors to one side of her and Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs to the other side. She smiled at some of the students who watched her and others march to their fate with the Sorting Hat. She listened as the students were welcomed into the Great Hall and to Hogwarts. Eventually, names were listed and students were called up one by one to sit upon a wooden stool and have the Sorting Hat placed on their heads.

As students were sorted, Astoria's name was closer and closer to being called. Soon enough, her name rang in the air "Astoria Rosalie Middleton." She went pale in the face and gently moved her way through the group of students who were waiting to be called. She made her way up the few steps and turned to see the entire Hogwarts students and staff staring at her. She sat upon the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head.

"Ah, a Middleton we have here." Began the Sorting Hat "I see courage within you and much of creativity as well. Your level of creativity is much higher than those I have seen. However, I see a flame of loyalty and passion as well. Let's see here...where to put you..." Astoria said in her mind Please Ravenclaw...please Ravenclaw. The voice of the Sorting Hat spoke again "Ravenclaw you desire yes?" he continued "Ravenclaw, the house of intelligence, knowledge and creativity. Much of those qualities you hold, but your kind demeanor and pure heart for friends cannot hide. That being said...better be...HUFFLEPUFF!"

It was a moment or so before Astoria's house was finally announced. Hufflepuff was her house and even though she was upset, she at the same time felt that Hufflepuff was just right as well. She smiled proudly and remembered what her parents had told her: Follow your own magical journey, not what others had journeyed already... She rushed to the Hufflepuff table, and she knew right there, Astoria was destined to be a Hufflepuff.

Leo walked into the Great Hall, close to the front of the crowd of students surrounding him. All of them ready to be sorted by the hat sat on a small stool in the center of the room. A hat that, in Leo's opinion, could use some ribbon and a sewing needle to bring it forward a few decades. Hogwarts must have wanted to keep an old fashioned vibe or something. One by one the students were called, each moving to one of the four tables, each brightly decorated with banners representing the four houses.

"Leo Butler"

Finally, my time to shine! Upon hearing his name being called Leo confidently walked up to the hat, quickly sat down and begun adjusting it on his head, moving the brim out of his face and smiling at the students in the crowd and those sat at each table. If he had to wear this thing he was going to look good doing it.

"Well well, looks like I've got an enthusiastic one on my hands here, another Butler eh? I remember sorting your father quite clearly, a Hufflepuff through and through. Your mother was an easy one too, Ravenclaw I believe."

Leo honestly didn't care which house he ended up going into. It really just chose where you slept and who you want to class with, plus his parents always said that all those house stereotypes were outdated. Even if there was some truth to them, it wasn't like they were forced to hang out together for that long. Until then, he'd go in with an open mind, if this hat was ever going to get around to sorting him that is.

"I know that already, I live with them. You're supposed to be telling me where I'm meant to go! Maybe not Ravenclaw though, my mum told me about that riddle knocker thing, I'm not any good at those and I'm not going to risk getting locked out for that." Leo thought, hoping to help the hat hurry this thing along.

"Unfortunately I'm not going to choose your house based on what's more convenient for you. Still, Ravenclaw isn't the house for you or Hufflepuff for that matter. Plenty of creativity in there and you do value honesty quite highly but no, there's something else. You're not afraid of what anybody thinks of you are you? No, you want your voice to be heard and you'll do just that in...GRYFFINDOR!"

Leo smiled as the hat was removed from his head and he moved towards the cheering table covered in red. It looked like his first year was starting out just fine.