Closed The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019

So many first years, was her first thought as she took her first step into the Great Hall. Doris, along with many of the many other students in her year, gazed around in wonder at the grandeur of the room. Forget the terrible amount of students—the Great Hall was spectacular!

It was full of four tables of students, a long table for the professors, and ceiling was decorated with floating candles and the famous ceiling that mirrored the sky. At the moment it was night so stars could be seen twinkling and a silver crescent glowed brightly above.

Doris was thoroughly enchanted, and not just because she was suspicious about a hex someone might've put on her earlier. So far Hogwarts was great physically, but she was still worried. She wanted to be liked, do well in her classes, and just be happy in general, but she had a strong case of the first-year jitters.

Glancing around nervously, Doris caught the eye of one her sisters; Brooke, who was sitting comfortably at the Ravenclaw table, waved at her, giving her a toothy smile. She only did that for her family, and especially not in public, but Doris knew to appreciate the brief gesture. Her sister turned away and she followed suit, facing forward as things seemed to commence.

One of the professors announced that the Sorting Ceremony was going to start, since all of the first-year students had filed in. Doris felt her heartbeat quicken. She managed to keep herself looking cool and collected but inside she was bursting to know which house she'd get into. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor would be most likely, especially the later, but what if she got one of the other ones, the two her other siblings so far were never sorted into?

Doris cleared her throat quietly as the Sorting grew a name closer to her own. She tried to distract herself by half-heartedly attempting to count the candles that she almost didn't hear her name being called.

“Solmon, Doris?”

Startled slightly, Doris brushed her hair behind her ear and brushed pass the students in her way, uttering out a tiny ‘excuse me’. She walked over to the chair and sat down, feeling the hat being lowered onto her head.

Doris slid her hands underneath her thighs and secretly crossed her fingers. She had a faint idea that the hat could read minds so she wished as indiscreetly as she thought possible: make me be unique.

“Unique? I fear that's not in our agenda—GRYFFINDOR.”

Doris shoulders sank, along with her excitement, but she wasn't truly in a bad mood, at least not yet. One of her brothers shared the same House. Though he was a fifth year, and really arrogant, he was a kind enough person to help out his younger sister.

As she made her way towards the Gryffindor table she made him out almost immediately since he was standing on his chair cheering with a great show of excitement. He even pulled out some exploding crackers, which threw confetti everywhere.

Slightly embarrassed, Doris sat near him, shrinking as much as she could into her seat so the attention would quickly move away from. It soon got quiet again as the next student came along. But she still pondered over what the Sorting Hat said; what did it mean by unique not being in her agenda?

Aideen watched each child get sorted nervously. A old ripped talking hat didn't sound too appealing. When she heard her name- "Ryan, Aideen,"- she squared her shoulders and marched up to sit on top of the stool. The dusty pointed Sorting Hat was placed on her head. What house do I want to be in? I don't really care that much. Just the place that will help me keep a low profile and get my work done.

She visibly jumped when she heard a voice whisper in her head.

Aha, that helps. You are a difficult one.

I-I don't care what house I'm in. she stammered, answering the voice. I just want to learn magic so I can help my family, then go home. Does that make me Hufflepuff?

Not neccesarily. You'd fit in any of the houses. But I belive that with your goal in mind it better be...

"RAVENCLAW!" the house roared out loud.

Aideen stood up, uncertain. She took the hat off and slowly walked to the Ravenclaw table. At this point, she'd seen older siblings clapping on their younger brother or sister. Right now, everybody was strangely silent.

This might take some getting used to. But then, I don't mind.

Airlia was practically bursting from excitement. Her heart hammered in her chest like a hummingbird. She felt so free and somehow even reborn. No one knew her here and that was the best part. She could be whoever she wished, do as she wished and go onto many great adventures in the castle. No more etiquette lessons or watching kids play from her window when she wasn't allowed to join.

In Hogwarts, she would fly a broom even though she could already tell she'd be horrible at it. She could wander the halls and meet new friends. She could join competitions, play Gobstones and doodle in her notes in class without getting a stern look from her mother.

She stood among the first years eagerly awaiting her turn.

"Airlia Winter!" As her name was called out her hands trembled and she had to clench them into tiny fists so her fingers wouldn't quiver. She walked over to the three-legged stool and sat down feeling the hat pressed to her head.

"Hmm... Both your parents were Gryffindors and while you do have some of their qualities you don't fully fit. Well-" The hat suddenly stopped as if it had an epiphany or something: "-what do we have here?" The hat wondered and she felt it move around on top of her head.

"I'm Airlia. Nice to meet you Mr. Sorting hat." She said with a smile suddenly as she misunderstood his words that were more a statement than a question.

With a chuckle, the hat said: "That certainly clears it up, Hufflepuff!"

With a smile, Airlia pranced to the table of the badgers happy to have found a house suitable for her.

A cold chill swept down Keaton's hunched spine. He'd been watching the other First Years line up to be sorted and only feared for his own judgement. He guessed it was just him. He'd never liked being placed upon a pedestal.

"Reed, Keaton."

It was time. He slipped his feet from under the black cloak and slowly staggered over to the ragged threads that held together the wisecrack of a hat that faced him. This was, for all intensive purposes a test, right? The attempt at comfort only caused him to despair further. But before it could even brush his mess of dull yellow hair, the hat erupted into a chatter of exaggerated questioning.

"A sorry sight we have before us, eh? It seems you lack the strength or confidence of the Gryffindors, and the ambition of those rival Slytherins. You like your trinkets, don't you. I see, you spend so much love into your craft, some would say you're a hard worker. And yet such a while without a word."

It paused. The flap held itself still for much too long for poor Keaton's liking. Maybe seconds. Maybe a minute. Maybe even two. But it all seemed liked hours to the young boy. But then, all a splutter, the hat made it's verdict.

"I guess that tight jaw leaves you as not a Hufflepuff, but a RAVENCLAW!"

He threw the hat back to the chair and skulked his way over to the welcoming cheer of the Ravenclaw table, finally out of the spotlight. Safe and sound.

Completely ignoring her question, the hat went on. "Now, now, where to place you. Maybe you belong with the Ravenclaws where most your ancestors have been."

Julie glanced over to the blue table where her eyes met a handful of friendly ones. She gave a smile before the hat began to talk once more.

"No, no. You belong somewhere else. Perhaps the Hufflepuff who stay loyal to their allies?'

Julie didn't mind the sound of that, but, never-the-less, the hat kept going.

"Ah, I know just the place."

Julie glanced at the two other tables, one with students decorated in red robes, the others in green. The green table seemed intimidating and cold, something that she wouldn't like. The red, however, seemed to be having a grand time chatting with each other and making jokes.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Astra wasn't new to the Wizarding World but she still couldn't believe that she was enrolled to a Magic School. She didn't know anyone yet so she just stood alone admiring the view in front of her. She was staying next to maybe her new classmates? The inside of the castle was even more beautiful than the outside of it. She looked at the floating candles that were lighting the room, the tall walls who seem older than her parents and even the wood floor. Her eyes met all the older students who were analysing their every move wondering in which house are they going to end.
Astra didn't care about the houses, she didn't really care about the other students. She didn't need friends. She just wanted these 7 years to go faster so she could start living her life. Her wizard relatives were all different houses, she couldn't heelp but wonder, what was she? Her father was sorted into Ravenclaw, as well as her brother and her sister was a Slytherin.
Astra looked at all the tables in the room. Hufflepuff, the just and loyal, Gryffindor, the brave and daring, Slytherin, the cunning and ambitious and Ravenclaw, the wise and intelligent. She didn't know where she fitted in but she was determined to find out. She watched the scared kids walk to the Sorting Hat. She heard her name being called so she took a big breath and walked to the Hat. As it touched her head the hat started talking.
"Astra Goodwin "
Astra closed her eyes waiting for the hat's answer. She wasn't scared of the answer but she couldn't stand waiting.
"Let's see... You're a tough one, you are brave, kind, intelligent and also ambitious.."
"You can be anything you want, but the one thing that stands out is... your bravery"

"GRYFFINDOR!!!!"
Astra calmly opened her eyes looking around the room. She saw all the Gryffindors cheering happy that another one joined them. A smile covered Astra's face as she walked to her table. She knew that this was the start of a new beginning. She didn't want to admit it but she was happy to be here .

Annie's could hear her heart pounding in her ears. The pace quickened and her heart beat sounded loud as each student got called up and sorted.Thump. Thump. Each passing moment made her tense up until her name was called.

Morgan, Annie

Her palms because sweaty as she shakily walked up and felt the hat fall over her small head. She took a deep breath and glanced around the Great Hall, her eyes scanning over all four tables to see many unfamiliar faces looking back at her.

"Hmm.. you are very much like your mother. Clever and bold, yes you could be a nice addition to Slytherin or maybe Gryfindor or Ravenclaw?

Annie stiffened at the Sorting Hat's words and shut her eyes pleading silently to get out of the spotlight. She wanted to go sit down at a table, any table, it was nerve racking to stand up in front of so many people.

"Very well... you shall be Hufflepuff!"

A small chorus of applause could be heard after each student was called, but this time they were cheering for her. With a bounce in her step and a new purpose, Annie walked off quickly towards the Hufflepuff table where many witches and wizards covered in yellow and black robes waited to welcome her.

Alan was shaking uncontrollably, the young lad was terrible with crowds, being bunched up together with his fellow first years all he could do now is wait and breath heavily, the thought of being called out in front of everyone was nerve-racking as it is. As each name was called up, he was shocked to see the few people he met on the Hogwarts Express ended up into different houses, The young lad's body froze as he heard his name being called up.

"Noble, Alan!"

All the first years stood looking around while the professor calling him was already staring down, waiting for Alan to step forward, his face turning red as if he was in trouble he stood for a moment causing the professor to call his name again.

"Alan Noble, please step forward so we can move along quickly"

At the professor's second attempt, Alan finally stepped up almost stumbling on the small steps causing some of his fellow first years to snicker lightly. All Alan could do now is mutter to himself repeating "R...re..relax Alan...j..just g..g.et this done a..an..and you can breathe" finally parking his rear into the stool the professor finally placed the sorting hat on his head, coming to life as it spoke to the boy.

"A nervous one hmm... this will be interesting indeed. Well let me see what I can do for you boy, I see a lot of potential in you. but where shall I put you I see a bit of Hufflepuff in you but I also see Ravenclaw, you're quite smart as you have also good intentions but tell me, boy, where do you think you should go into?"

Alan pondered for a moment at the thought of a choice, the poor boy didn't think he had a choice in the matter, realising the friend he made on the train wasn't in either of those houses he possed an idea to himself as he muttered "I...I feel I..I need to spread my wings...b..but I don't want to be alone" The Sorting hat spoke once more at his thoughts.

"I see where I need to put you now boy, It's been the same thought since you put that hat on and I feel you'll be able to fly high when I put you in Ravenclaw!" The Hat announced to the great hall.

The roaring sound of applause is heard throughout the grand hall especially from the Ravenclaw table, before stepping off his seat the young lad asked before running off to the table "D..d..do you think s..so?" to which the hat replied "I've never been wrong before boy, now go you're holding the line" it chuckled lightly now waiting for the next student to place.

Alan finally making it to the table was greeted with open arms, The lad had not received this kind of welcome before in his life, picking an empty spot he looked between his fellow peers who shook his hand and continued to congratulate him into joining the right house. Finally, silence came as the next student was now ready to be called up.

Imogen clumsily recalled what the others mumbled upon arrival. Four houses, each to represent an individual. What a cute view of it, she thought. There were also books she managed to grab and read of these. It was shocking to see how all worked under such tidy rules and guides in this world. Humans- or well Muggles had it so complicated. Even laws were difficult to understand.

During her daydream of admiring the candles that danced above like shameless stars, her very own name was called. Obviously, she failed to hear it. Bright brown orbs still stuck to all around them, nude to the world beyond despite experiencing over an hour so far within it. Only when an unknown person nudged her hand had she reacted, hurrying towards the hat.

It was not heavy by any definitions, however to Imogen it felt so. Possibly due to the pressure wearing it caused to the bearer. The magic that allowed it to speak already sparked the questions such as how and by whom had the spell been cast. Floating off again she missed its speech, disturbed from her daydream thanks to the hat who lowered its fabric upon her vision frowning.

"Have you been listening?" It asked annoyed.

"Of course," Imogen answered in a much quieter tone. Inaudible to those who watched.

"Then which house are you?"

She thought for a moment, trying to asses herself. Then it clicked. After each announcement the crowd cheers, however, there had been no cheering yet or else she would've noticed it. Coming to the assumption and deeming it correct she smiled, confident in herself, "You haven't told me."

The hat nodded confirming it. She released a breath she hadn't been aware of holding back. But another one was to enter her as the piece of cloth finally readied itself to make the announcement.

"You're..."

Worry and concern rushed through her nerves. What if it is a house all dislike? Or maybe it is her who is the problem within it? Quickly she resampled the beginning venture of houses and their standings.

Gryffindor, brave-hearted lions. They are courageous but not for Imogen, she decided. Came in Slytherin, an instant no. Somehow the feel of them simply spoke to her in a wrong way and she chose to cast the option aside. Ravenclaw as well, they appeared to be a fine sort. Wise, as Imogen enjoyed following facts. One problem being they strive to show their knowledge. Too much attention is another no. And finally...

"Hufflepuff!"

The dumming from the dark haired boys heart was the only thing he could focus on with the faint voice from the hat telling which houses the first years were sorted into. He was biting the inside of his lip trying to stand as still as possible to not draw attention. The porsline skin and the height drew enought attention as it was. Anyone could tell that Mezarim was a Sterling without looking twice, if that was a good or a bad thing depended. The Sterlings had a rather big voice in the wizard society.

Becoming a Slytherin was not a dream Mezarim had, it was something he was going to be and there were no exceptions, breaking the long family tradition would be a shame to not only Mezarim but for the whole history of the family. He adjusted the collar on his shirt and just as he was told by his parents did he hold his head high. He knew that any minute now could the professor call out his name and it would be Mezarim walking up the steps up to the chair and get the dusty hat on his head. But there was not much he could do but to stand still and wait for his name. That would be the worst part after not being sorted into Slytherin the waiting.

After some more waiting did Mezarim look up at the professor as he was reading from the paper, there were not many first years left around him so the chanses were pretty high that it was his turn.

"Sterling..Mezarim"

A deep voice called out and Mezarim couldn't help but blink some extra times.. it was his turn.
He didn't pay too much attention to anyone around, but just as he was about to sit down on the chair did he throw a quick glance at the slytherin table. The green and silver theme could be seen being weared by everyone exept the new arrivers. He closed his eyes and sat down. Feeling his hair flatten down as the hat were placed on top of his head.

"Hmm A Sterling, that was some years ago, this should be fearly simple"

The hat said which made Mezarim ease up some that just had to mean what he was hoping it did. He swallowed and the hat continued.

"There is a lot of potential, if you are using it right."

Mezarim clenched his jaw he knew in some seconds was the hat going to call out the house...

"It would be rather stupid of me to not... SLYTHERIN"

Mezarim jumped.. Did he just say slytherin. Mezarim looked out to the slytherin table and saw the whole table jump up and clap their hands and calling his name, that was when he realised and a bright smile was spreading on his face. Never had the attention he just had been ever upon him. He jumped down from the chair and walked quickly to the table, smirking and with a proud facual expression, he wouldn't want people to think of him as an weakling like his father said.