21 Mar 2018, 17:17
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
The sorting ceremony, every wizard childs most memorable and tense moment. It was just as Dorian Calderwood had her mother and father had described to her. Right now Dorian and her classmates all were waiting out in the hall as the teachers and other students inside were getting ready. To say the least, Dorian was very nervous. She was worried she would embarrass herself in front of the others or just make a bad first impression. Also, there was of course the problem of which house she would be in. Wanting to be like her mother, Dorian hoped to be in Hufflepuff. It sounded like she would be right at home there and just maybe there would be some other familiar faces there.
The doors to the great hall opened and her classmates along with herself, were ushered inside. After a few announcements, the ceremony finally happened. Dorian waited anxciously in the crowd watching as students left and right went up and were sorted into their houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin.
It seemed to take forever though, there were so many kids here. The longer it took to more anxious Dorian got but, she made sure not to let it show as best she could. If there were other nervous kids she didn't want them also getting worked up over it.
Finally though, it came Dorian's turn. "Dorian Calderwood." The man up front said to the crowd. Her breath almost caught in her throat. What really made her nervous now was sitting up in front of a large group, what if she tripped? What if, what if, what if, what if.
Despite her self doubt and self consciousness Dorian pushed herself forward. Since she was in the back of the group Dorian had to wiggle her way through with a few polite kids making way for her. Quietly and cautiously, the girl sat herself down on the stool, waiting there quietly.
The sorting hat was placed snugly on her crown and for a moment, he was silent. When he came to life a small hm escaped him. "My my, an interesting one this is. I see a drive in you, yes, and a leader with experience. Is that right now, hm?"
"Yes, I think so." Dorian mumbled up to the hat modestly. The hat chuckled. "I see you want to make someone proud, but hide behind your fear. This is not your fault. I know the place for you my dear. You will be in...SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed to the crowd.
The tables began to clap and cheer for Dorian, the loudest being they SLytherins themselves. Dorian though, was a bit off put but carefully made her way over to her new house. This was very unexpected and she thought this was a mistake! She wouldn’t be a Slytherin, not that she had anything against them but they all seemed so much better than her. Dorian made herself as comfortable as possible at the table but remained quiet.
From here on out, Dorian Calderwood was a Slytherin.
The doors to the great hall opened and her classmates along with herself, were ushered inside. After a few announcements, the ceremony finally happened. Dorian waited anxciously in the crowd watching as students left and right went up and were sorted into their houses. Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Slytherin.
It seemed to take forever though, there were so many kids here. The longer it took to more anxious Dorian got but, she made sure not to let it show as best she could. If there were other nervous kids she didn't want them also getting worked up over it.
Finally though, it came Dorian's turn. "Dorian Calderwood." The man up front said to the crowd. Her breath almost caught in her throat. What really made her nervous now was sitting up in front of a large group, what if she tripped? What if, what if, what if, what if.
Despite her self doubt and self consciousness Dorian pushed herself forward. Since she was in the back of the group Dorian had to wiggle her way through with a few polite kids making way for her. Quietly and cautiously, the girl sat herself down on the stool, waiting there quietly.
The sorting hat was placed snugly on her crown and for a moment, he was silent. When he came to life a small hm escaped him. "My my, an interesting one this is. I see a drive in you, yes, and a leader with experience. Is that right now, hm?"
"Yes, I think so." Dorian mumbled up to the hat modestly. The hat chuckled. "I see you want to make someone proud, but hide behind your fear. This is not your fault. I know the place for you my dear. You will be in...SLYTHERIN!" The hat bellowed to the crowd.
The tables began to clap and cheer for Dorian, the loudest being they SLytherins themselves. Dorian though, was a bit off put but carefully made her way over to her new house. This was very unexpected and she thought this was a mistake! She wouldn’t be a Slytherin, not that she had anything against them but they all seemed so much better than her. Dorian made herself as comfortable as possible at the table but remained quiet.
From here on out, Dorian Calderwood was a Slytherin.
21 Mar 2018, 21:07
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
The first years around Olivia were huddling up close together as they followed the professor to the great hall. A couple of them whispered eagerly to each other, while others remained quiet and fidgeting to themselves. One or two in the group, she noticed, were looking around themselves in wonder. Moving paintings, brooms sweeping the floors on their own as well as ghosts flying through the corridors. All of them ridiculous things to believe in if you'd have asked the elderly muggle whom Olivia had snuck off to visit frequently all through her childhood. If she'd have seen this place she'd probably have acted the same as them.
The door to the great hall opened as they closed in, revealing to them rows of students dressed in black robes and pointed hats sitting by four long tables extending to the back of the hall. At the very back sat the various professors by another long table facing towards them. In front of that, a small stool with a rugged hat resting on top. Lit candles floated around the room above them and as Olivia looked up towards them, she saw the beautiful sky ceiling above. They followed the professor towards the front of the hall, waiting for what was to come.
"Wait here" The professor ordered before looking over at the headmaster sitting in the middle of the back table. The old man raised his hand and waved her off a bit, as if saying 'not now' She nodded and turned back toward us. "Now when I call your names I'd like you to come up and sit down on the stool" She explained.
A handful of students were placed in their houses before finally it came to Olivia's turn. Almost everyone in the Moore family line were either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. If she didn't get placed into one of those two houses, she knew her family would be disappointed in her. A slight bit anxious she propped herself onto the stool. The professor sank the hat onto her head and immediately it came to life once again. It made some grumbling noises. Olivia could feel as it moved on top of her head. A sudden overwhelming feeling of disgust came over her as she thought of how many had worn the hat before her.
"Well certainly not a Hufflepuff!" It rang out loudly. A couple of students in the hall chuckled.
"Just give me my house already you dirty old hat" Olivia seethed through her teeth in a whisper. She did not much appreciate being the laughingstock of the room, even if only for a second.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat compliantly boomed. The room filled with the applauds of the Slytherin table as Olivia ripped the hat off of her head. She quickly shoved it back to the professor before darting over to her table.
The door to the great hall opened as they closed in, revealing to them rows of students dressed in black robes and pointed hats sitting by four long tables extending to the back of the hall. At the very back sat the various professors by another long table facing towards them. In front of that, a small stool with a rugged hat resting on top. Lit candles floated around the room above them and as Olivia looked up towards them, she saw the beautiful sky ceiling above. They followed the professor towards the front of the hall, waiting for what was to come.
"Wait here" The professor ordered before looking over at the headmaster sitting in the middle of the back table. The old man raised his hand and waved her off a bit, as if saying 'not now' She nodded and turned back toward us. "Now when I call your names I'd like you to come up and sit down on the stool" She explained.
A handful of students were placed in their houses before finally it came to Olivia's turn. Almost everyone in the Moore family line were either Ravenclaw or Slytherin. If she didn't get placed into one of those two houses, she knew her family would be disappointed in her. A slight bit anxious she propped herself onto the stool. The professor sank the hat onto her head and immediately it came to life once again. It made some grumbling noises. Olivia could feel as it moved on top of her head. A sudden overwhelming feeling of disgust came over her as she thought of how many had worn the hat before her.
"Well certainly not a Hufflepuff!" It rang out loudly. A couple of students in the hall chuckled.
"Just give me my house already you dirty old hat" Olivia seethed through her teeth in a whisper. She did not much appreciate being the laughingstock of the room, even if only for a second.
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat compliantly boomed. The room filled with the applauds of the Slytherin table as Olivia ripped the hat off of her head. She quickly shoved it back to the professor before darting over to her table.
21 Mar 2018, 22:34
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
So this is what magic can do, Lance thought as he gazed at the majestic spectacle in front of him, awestruck. Thousands of candles floated in midair, lighting the long hall. The flickering light danced off the glittering plates laid out on the tables, of which there were four.
It seemed like hundreds of people were already seated at those tables, grouped by the color of their uniforms and, it seemed, by their general disposition. They were all staring at the group of bedraggled first years, and Lance's throat suddenly went dry. To distract himself, he looked up at the ceiling.
At first glance, Lance thought it was made of glass. How else could it show the night sky above? But upon further inspection, the boy noticed that there was simply nothing there at all. No support beams crisscrossing back and forth, no glint from the candles or reflections of the tables. Just...nothing. More magic, Lance realized, dizzy.
When his attention returned to eye level, Lance blinked in shock. There was a...hat, a rather scraggly one, sitting on a stool at the front of the hall. That wasn't the strangest part about it, though. The strangest part was that the hat had a mouth, and it was singing a song. Lance listened to it extol the virtues of each house, eyes wide and a feeling of excitement rushing through him. The professor who had led them here began reading names, and one by one students approached the hat and placed it on their heads. It called out various names, which Lance recognized from the song.
Finally, the professor read out Lance's name from the parchment he was holding. A curious thing, parchment. Lance couldn't imagine writing on it for the next however many years. Still, he walked nervously to the hat and placed it on his head.
"Ah, hello. Lance Langston, is it? A marvelous name."
Lance jerked in shock as a voice murmured. It almost sounded like it was inside his mind. The hat wobbled on his head, causing a wave of chuckles to run through the hall. The voice chuckled as well.
"Muggleborn, eh? You're handling this all quite well. Already eager to learn all about magic, aren't you. Hmm...eager to learn but selective as to what, and a rather singular individual as well. Best put you in-
"RAVENCLAW!"
The hat shouted out the last word for all the hall to hear, and the table flooded with blue burst out into applause. Smiling rather nervously, Lance slid off the stool, placing the hat gently back on, and ran to what would become his family for the next seven years.
It seemed like hundreds of people were already seated at those tables, grouped by the color of their uniforms and, it seemed, by their general disposition. They were all staring at the group of bedraggled first years, and Lance's throat suddenly went dry. To distract himself, he looked up at the ceiling.
At first glance, Lance thought it was made of glass. How else could it show the night sky above? But upon further inspection, the boy noticed that there was simply nothing there at all. No support beams crisscrossing back and forth, no glint from the candles or reflections of the tables. Just...nothing. More magic, Lance realized, dizzy.
When his attention returned to eye level, Lance blinked in shock. There was a...hat, a rather scraggly one, sitting on a stool at the front of the hall. That wasn't the strangest part about it, though. The strangest part was that the hat had a mouth, and it was singing a song. Lance listened to it extol the virtues of each house, eyes wide and a feeling of excitement rushing through him. The professor who had led them here began reading names, and one by one students approached the hat and placed it on their heads. It called out various names, which Lance recognized from the song.
Finally, the professor read out Lance's name from the parchment he was holding. A curious thing, parchment. Lance couldn't imagine writing on it for the next however many years. Still, he walked nervously to the hat and placed it on his head.
"Ah, hello. Lance Langston, is it? A marvelous name."
Lance jerked in shock as a voice murmured. It almost sounded like it was inside his mind. The hat wobbled on his head, causing a wave of chuckles to run through the hall. The voice chuckled as well.
"Muggleborn, eh? You're handling this all quite well. Already eager to learn all about magic, aren't you. Hmm...eager to learn but selective as to what, and a rather singular individual as well. Best put you in-
"RAVENCLAW!"
The hat shouted out the last word for all the hall to hear, and the table flooded with blue burst out into applause. Smiling rather nervously, Lance slid off the stool, placing the hat gently back on, and ran to what would become his family for the next seven years.
22 Mar 2018, 18:31
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
As the group of first years emerged, there was a small scuffle near the middle, making its way to the front of the rough line. A shade impatient, Luke had craned his neck to see past the heads of those who stood taller than he did, not above pushing and shoving to get a decent view. He prided himself in knowing about magic even before the owl arrived at his doorstep, but the spectacle that was the Great Hall still left him in some state of disarray. His exposure to what felt arcane was honestly limited.
As awe-striking as the Hall was, it did not keep his undivided attention for long. Once he'd gotten a good look, his eyes and his focus were dead-set forward. He was going to be Sorted! The prospect dragged him and the collection of first years to the front of the Hall, where the Sorting Hat lay silent and a little shoddy-looking.
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Post-song, the new students were called out one by one to be sorted, all going off to different tables. As Luke eagerly watched, making sure he knew how close the K's were to being called out, he found himself hopping from foot to foot slightly. The jitters had found him. He wanted to be Griffindor more than anything! Both of his parents were Griffindors before him, and Luke was thoroughly convinced it was the best house. Slytherin? Bunch of evil snobs. Ravenclaw? Noses shoved so far up a book they couldn't speak. Hufflepuff? Who?
Luke's confidence outweighed any doubt, for now. There was no question in his mind; he was a Griffindor, through and through.
"Lucas King!"
Luke's feet moved before his brain told them to, quickly planting himself on the chair overlooking the Great Hall. The Unsorted's attention was undivided, all the skittish eyes he saw on the train now fixed solely on him. He thought it was pretty cool, grinning as the Hat was placed over his rough hair.
Almost immediately, the Hat spoke from above him. "Hm! An interesting one, indeed." As the hat mused, Luke tried his best to let his Griffindor-esque qualities shine through, with little success. The nerves and excitement had built, and it was difficult to manage. He gave up any pretending involuntarily.
"Such a desire to prove yourself... such a hunger for fame." Luke wasn't sure what to think. Is that Griffindor? Ravenclaw? Now I think about it, it's almost Slytherin...
"Bright..." Luke silently panicked, imagining a life surrounded by swats. "but no academic. Best fit would have to be... The boy held his breath. "GRIFFINDOR!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly drowned by the roaring cheers of the Griffindor table. A permanent grin painted on his face, he made his way down to the red-embezzled group with an air of confidence, quick to persuade himself and others that it never faltered.
As awe-striking as the Hall was, it did not keep his undivided attention for long. Once he'd gotten a good look, his eyes and his focus were dead-set forward. He was going to be Sorted! The prospect dragged him and the collection of first years to the front of the Hall, where the Sorting Hat lay silent and a little shoddy-looking.
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Post-song, the new students were called out one by one to be sorted, all going off to different tables. As Luke eagerly watched, making sure he knew how close the K's were to being called out, he found himself hopping from foot to foot slightly. The jitters had found him. He wanted to be Griffindor more than anything! Both of his parents were Griffindors before him, and Luke was thoroughly convinced it was the best house. Slytherin? Bunch of evil snobs. Ravenclaw? Noses shoved so far up a book they couldn't speak. Hufflepuff? Who?
Luke's confidence outweighed any doubt, for now. There was no question in his mind; he was a Griffindor, through and through.
"Lucas King!"
Luke's feet moved before his brain told them to, quickly planting himself on the chair overlooking the Great Hall. The Unsorted's attention was undivided, all the skittish eyes he saw on the train now fixed solely on him. He thought it was pretty cool, grinning as the Hat was placed over his rough hair.
Almost immediately, the Hat spoke from above him. "Hm! An interesting one, indeed." As the hat mused, Luke tried his best to let his Griffindor-esque qualities shine through, with little success. The nerves and excitement had built, and it was difficult to manage. He gave up any pretending involuntarily.
"Such a desire to prove yourself... such a hunger for fame." Luke wasn't sure what to think. Is that Griffindor? Ravenclaw? Now I think about it, it's almost Slytherin...
"Bright..." Luke silently panicked, imagining a life surrounded by swats. "but no academic. Best fit would have to be... The boy held his breath. "GRIFFINDOR!"
He breathed a sigh of relief, quickly drowned by the roaring cheers of the Griffindor table. A permanent grin painted on his face, he made his way down to the red-embezzled group with an air of confidence, quick to persuade himself and others that it never faltered.
fight me
22 Mar 2018, 21:03
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
As people approached the Great Hall Malum began to bubble with excitement. She allowed other new students to pass her, it was polite. Not only that, she wanted to take her time entering. The beauty of the castle truly awed her, she had never seen this kind of magnificence before. The floating candles, the bright house colors, the ever-changing ceiling, it all amazed her. Ever since her mother Juliette had told her about magic and Hogwarts, she had been filled with anticipation, waiting for the time to finally come. And so it did.
She strolled forward. All her worries subsided for the moment, the only thing that mattered right now was getting sorted and beginning her magical life. Malum would indeed miss her mother and sick father, and it troubled her that there was a chance she would never see her dad again. She set these thoughts aside and put on a bright smile as her name was called. The talking hat took her by surprise, "How could a hat speak?" She pondered. The girl gingerly took a seat on the stool.
The past summer Malum had barely communicated with people, so she hoped she would get that opportunity in the near future. Maybe she could show them her cool paintings! At one point Malum was a very sociable person, and she believed that same friendly spirit she once had could return. Positivity was key. All these thoughts that suddenly swarmed her mind were most likely being taken into account by the Sorting Hat.
"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat called moments later. Malum's lovely mood got even better; she was placed in the house her mother had been in. Juliette only told her daughters limited information about Hogwarts, but she did make it quite clear that Hufflepuff was a wonderful house, full of kind people. Malum bounded to the table consumed by yellow. Yellow was one of Malum's favorite colors; it symbolized happiness, optimism, sunshine, and so much more. Back at her home in Orpington Malum had always painted meadows full of sunflowers. Malum stopped reminiscing as she rushed to the Hufflepuff table, beaming at her new housemates.
She strolled forward. All her worries subsided for the moment, the only thing that mattered right now was getting sorted and beginning her magical life. Malum would indeed miss her mother and sick father, and it troubled her that there was a chance she would never see her dad again. She set these thoughts aside and put on a bright smile as her name was called. The talking hat took her by surprise, "How could a hat speak?" She pondered. The girl gingerly took a seat on the stool.
The past summer Malum had barely communicated with people, so she hoped she would get that opportunity in the near future. Maybe she could show them her cool paintings! At one point Malum was a very sociable person, and she believed that same friendly spirit she once had could return. Positivity was key. All these thoughts that suddenly swarmed her mind were most likely being taken into account by the Sorting Hat.
"Hufflepuff!" The Sorting Hat called moments later. Malum's lovely mood got even better; she was placed in the house her mother had been in. Juliette only told her daughters limited information about Hogwarts, but she did make it quite clear that Hufflepuff was a wonderful house, full of kind people. Malum bounded to the table consumed by yellow. Yellow was one of Malum's favorite colors; it symbolized happiness, optimism, sunshine, and so much more. Back at her home in Orpington Malum had always painted meadows full of sunflowers. Malum stopped reminiscing as she rushed to the Hufflepuff table, beaming at her new housemates.
M. N.
24 Mar 2018, 03:05
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Rosie traced her hand across the wooden table, a toothy grin still plastered on her face. The day had been hectic, almost chaotic. Thoughts overwhelmed Rosie's mind so much that she felt compelled to sit down. She swung her legs as she gazed around at the oh so GREAT Hall, blowing some of her wavy hair out of her face.
Just earlier that day, a talking hat had sat upon her head and called her out for her personality traits and aspirations, and to Rosie's dismay, it was all accurate. Based on that, they placed her in a... House, of some sorts. Huffle.. Pug. Puff! Hufflepuff. Rosie rested her chin on her palm as she looked at her fellow members. Some looked older, some looked the same age as she was, which brought her some comfort.
As nice as it was to know she wasn't alone, she turned away from her table, trying to see anyone interesting to interact with. Rosie didn't just wanna get better at being a witch, but she also wanted to make some long lasting friendships! Couldn't be that hard, right? They had so much in common! Rosie has a wand, THEY have a wand! They're in some wizard house, they're ALSO in some wizard house. What could go wrong?
Just earlier that day, a talking hat had sat upon her head and called her out for her personality traits and aspirations, and to Rosie's dismay, it was all accurate. Based on that, they placed her in a... House, of some sorts. Huffle.. Pug. Puff! Hufflepuff. Rosie rested her chin on her palm as she looked at her fellow members. Some looked older, some looked the same age as she was, which brought her some comfort.
As nice as it was to know she wasn't alone, she turned away from her table, trying to see anyone interesting to interact with. Rosie didn't just wanna get better at being a witch, but she also wanted to make some long lasting friendships! Couldn't be that hard, right? They had so much in common! Rosie has a wand, THEY have a wand! They're in some wizard house, they're ALSO in some wizard house. What could go wrong?
STAMINA 13 // EVASION 13 // STRENGTH 6 // WISDOM 6 // ARCANE POWER 9 // ACCURACY 8
24 Mar 2018, 04:36
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Among the new crop of first year students was a young boy. This boy seemed to be making an effort to seclude himself from the gaze and attention of the others by staying in the far back of the group. His silence was reading even for himself, but it mattered little. He was one in a crowd of many others. It wouldn't make a impact if he were to start talking up a storm.
Entering the great hall was another ordeal all by itself. All of the returning students from last year were surely excited to get a look at the newest additions to the school. This meant that everyone would be looking in their direction. This didn't meant that they were looking at him, but it sure felt like it. Staring at the ground didn't help his anxiety as he could literally feel everyone stair in his direction. He just wanted to get through this as quickly as possible.
Jason stood behind the group of students who were now in front of the heads of each individual house. For a moment, his gaze traveled up towards the ceiling and was convinced that there was no ceiling to the hall. But only for a moment. He could tell right away that the ceiling was bewitched to make it appear like the night sky. Well, he did read his history book on the train ride, so that helped.
"Jason Atwater!"
His head shot down in a instant back to ground level with a shocked expression as if he was a deer in headlights. Everyone was now staring at him waiting for him to get onto the chair to be sorted. He quickly sat down in the chair looking at his feet and playing with his tie nervously as the hat was placed onto his head.
"Oh? Atwater? I've seen a few of you before. I remember the last one very well. He must be your father and I correct?" The sorting hat asked aloud, but didn't receive a answer because Jason was now frozen in fear at the mention of his father. "It doesn't take me to see that your nothing like him. A terrible being that man is.... but you.... your different. Your much kinder and humble, but timid and fearful. You have potential, but your too afraid to have others attention even for a moment. Scared of being embressed? Scared of being a failure?" The hat stopped for a moment almost expecting Jason to respond this time.
He doesn't exactly do this more along the lines of stutter. He couldn't find any words to form in his brain as he tried to not make it look that he was going to cry at any moment.
"You obviously belong in Hufflepuff. Seeing how kind hearted and nice you are. But there is a small part of you that is unlike the rest of you........this won't do.......SLYTHERIN!"
The entire world seemed to have gone silent to him at that moment. He couldn't hear everyone clapping for him as he was trying to process what just happened. Did he hear the hat correctly? Was he sorted into his father's old house after being told that he was nothing like him. There had to be a mistake. However, he couldn't bring this up as another first year was called signaling him to sit. So he did, but kept his head low fighting back tears.
Entering the great hall was another ordeal all by itself. All of the returning students from last year were surely excited to get a look at the newest additions to the school. This meant that everyone would be looking in their direction. This didn't meant that they were looking at him, but it sure felt like it. Staring at the ground didn't help his anxiety as he could literally feel everyone stair in his direction. He just wanted to get through this as quickly as possible.
Jason stood behind the group of students who were now in front of the heads of each individual house. For a moment, his gaze traveled up towards the ceiling and was convinced that there was no ceiling to the hall. But only for a moment. He could tell right away that the ceiling was bewitched to make it appear like the night sky. Well, he did read his history book on the train ride, so that helped.
"Jason Atwater!"
His head shot down in a instant back to ground level with a shocked expression as if he was a deer in headlights. Everyone was now staring at him waiting for him to get onto the chair to be sorted. He quickly sat down in the chair looking at his feet and playing with his tie nervously as the hat was placed onto his head.
"Oh? Atwater? I've seen a few of you before. I remember the last one very well. He must be your father and I correct?" The sorting hat asked aloud, but didn't receive a answer because Jason was now frozen in fear at the mention of his father. "It doesn't take me to see that your nothing like him. A terrible being that man is.... but you.... your different. Your much kinder and humble, but timid and fearful. You have potential, but your too afraid to have others attention even for a moment. Scared of being embressed? Scared of being a failure?" The hat stopped for a moment almost expecting Jason to respond this time.
He doesn't exactly do this more along the lines of stutter. He couldn't find any words to form in his brain as he tried to not make it look that he was going to cry at any moment.
"You obviously belong in Hufflepuff. Seeing how kind hearted and nice you are. But there is a small part of you that is unlike the rest of you........this won't do.......SLYTHERIN!"
The entire world seemed to have gone silent to him at that moment. He couldn't hear everyone clapping for him as he was trying to process what just happened. Did he hear the hat correctly? Was he sorted into his father's old house after being told that he was nothing like him. There had to be a mistake. However, he couldn't bring this up as another first year was called signaling him to sit. So he did, but kept his head low fighting back tears.
24 Mar 2018, 10:04
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Erwin smiled as he watched student after student being sorted. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride as he realised he would belong here. Everyone was different and that made them the same. Although he had to admit..Slytherin scared him a little. Their leering faces,sharp eyes and snarling lips unsettled him as he just stared. One Slytherin caught his eye and he could have sworn he heard someone mumble "Mudblood" Whatever that was..
He shook his head and turned his head back only to stare into the eyes of hundreds of other students. Oh! He was called.
He blushed heavily as he realised he had zoned out after his name was called. He made his way to the stool,slightly trembling with embarrassment and placed the tatted hat on his head.
"Who ya calling Tatty! I am not tatty! I am wise!"
The hat spoke,clearly offended
"Oh..I..I didn't mean any offence"
Yes well. Hmm..Let's see..A thirst for knowledge is a definite. You like to read? Ravenclaw may be for you. But...I also see an ambitious side! Oooh this is interesting. Maybe Slytherin! Now that would be a twist."
Erwin froze and his eyes drifted to the dreaded table. They were all snearing at the thought of him joining. Why?
"Hmm...Maybe not..Wait! There is something else! There is so much..Bravery. For someone so small you are incredibly brave. Oh I know!!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Erwin heaved a sigh of relief as he made his way to the red and gold table. They congratulated him and he sat,already feeling better but he couldn't shake the burning of eyes from the table behind him.
He shook his head and turned his head back only to stare into the eyes of hundreds of other students. Oh! He was called.
He blushed heavily as he realised he had zoned out after his name was called. He made his way to the stool,slightly trembling with embarrassment and placed the tatted hat on his head.
"Who ya calling Tatty! I am not tatty! I am wise!"
The hat spoke,clearly offended
"Oh..I..I didn't mean any offence"
Yes well. Hmm..Let's see..A thirst for knowledge is a definite. You like to read? Ravenclaw may be for you. But...I also see an ambitious side! Oooh this is interesting. Maybe Slytherin! Now that would be a twist."
Erwin froze and his eyes drifted to the dreaded table. They were all snearing at the thought of him joining. Why?
"Hmm...Maybe not..Wait! There is something else! There is so much..Bravery. For someone so small you are incredibly brave. Oh I know!!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Erwin heaved a sigh of relief as he made his way to the red and gold table. They congratulated him and he sat,already feeling better but he couldn't shake the burning of eyes from the table behind him.
People make the world go round. So when did the world stop spinning?~Erwin Scott
24 Mar 2018, 23:26
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Rowara walked into the room and stood in awe at the colour of the sky and the candles floating. Charles, her Aegean cat, draped himself upon her like a scarf to calm her as she started to finger-fidget his tail. A sign she is getting anxious with the noise and crowd. You see, Rowara is autistic and is hypersensitive to noise. It is said by her mother that her different mind has made her able to hear animals close to her. such as Charles. Him and her can communicate on such a level it seems almost telepathic. She will be able to hear him in her head.Erwin Scott wrote: 24 Mar 2018, 10:04
"Hmm...Maybe not..Wait! There is something else! There is so much..Bravery. For someone so small you are incredibly brave. Oh I know!!
"GRYFFINDOR!"
Calm little Dragon. You'll be sorted and can sit soon enough. Came the voice in her head.
He was young, 2 years old, but talked like her mother in times of stress. Charlie came into her life after she was diagnosed and has been by her side since he was born.
Rowara stood anxiously waiting after each student before her was called. Then finally after Charles tail was thoroughly ruffled by her fidgeting, her name was called.
"Rowara Dragon!"
She walked up slowly in front of everyone, very happy to have her pet with her and hoping she goes into Hufflepuff, the house she read about in Hogwarts: a History. She thought to herself "Please Hufflepuff please oh please."
"Into Hufflepuff, you say?" Said the Hat as she sat on the tall stood almost shaking.
"Yes, please." Rowara said. "I really wanna go there."
"You have loyalty, I can see that. Also a caring heart too big for your head. You are most certainly HUFFLEPUFF! Also, your cat is right. *he went into a whisper* Calm."
Happy to finally have a house and the one she was rooting for, she sat down at the table rather quicker than she aught as she almost tripped into someone already sitting there.
25 Mar 2018, 06:22
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Over the years Zander had been to some big muggle schools, but nothing compared to this. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or more commonly Hogwarts was huge. Scratch that. Actually Hogwarts was a freaking castle. Could it even qualify as a school? Now he understood what his aunt had meant when she implied he would probably go crazy on reaching the magical institute. He wasn’t freaked, but massively impressed instead. Everything about the school seemed magical and mysterious. Before Zander could slip away from the crowd to explore more, the first year students were summoned to the great hall in order to attend their sorting ceremony.
His aunt had said something about a ceremony to determine which house he was going to be in for the next seven years. But Zander thought the best thing about the ceremony was going to be the sorting hat. He had never seen talking headgear before, ever. The great hall was pretty much what the name suggested it to be. At first it seemed infinitely large with uncountable brightly lit candles candles. There were four different tables lined parallely, most probably indicating the different houses. There was every type of food imaginable present and welcoming faces greeted them from across the hall.
Zander had no reservations about any of the houses. His aunt had expressed her concerns that she didn’t want him ending up at slytherin. He thought it would be funny if he did end up in slytherin after all. The professor soon gestured all the first years to gather around. After briefly explaining the ceremony’s purpose and the manner in which they would proceed, the students got to hear the song of the sorting hat. It was a groovy tune, but Zander focused more on the wording which seemed to hold deep meaning and a brief introduction to each of the four houses. He was really interested to find out which house the hat put him in. One by one, the students’ names were called and they were sorted by the hat into different houses. Finally it was Zander’s turn, as the professor called out his name. Walking up to the center stool, he took his place and waited for the hat to be placed on his head. It was a funny feeling anticipating something to put on top of you. Once the hat was in place, it spoke up in its queer voice,
“Ooh, an interesting one! Isn’t that your favorite comment? Hmm, I see determination and ambition. Perhaps you should be put in Slytherin to make your stay interesting, no?” The bluntness of the comment made Zander smile. It was as if looking through a mirror. “ But wait...I see something more..Loyalty, loyalty to a fault towards loved ones and hatred for the ones who are unjust..Hmm, not the easiest to sort today..but yes! Yes, I have it… Hufflepuff!!”
That was that, as the professor removed the hat. Hufflepuff would be his home for the next seven years and he hoped the house proved to be a good fit for him as the hat had implied. He stood up and proceeded to join the table of children, who had the yellow and black theme going on. At Least he knew the colours of his house. That was a start of a kind.
His aunt had said something about a ceremony to determine which house he was going to be in for the next seven years. But Zander thought the best thing about the ceremony was going to be the sorting hat. He had never seen talking headgear before, ever. The great hall was pretty much what the name suggested it to be. At first it seemed infinitely large with uncountable brightly lit candles candles. There were four different tables lined parallely, most probably indicating the different houses. There was every type of food imaginable present and welcoming faces greeted them from across the hall.
Zander had no reservations about any of the houses. His aunt had expressed her concerns that she didn’t want him ending up at slytherin. He thought it would be funny if he did end up in slytherin after all. The professor soon gestured all the first years to gather around. After briefly explaining the ceremony’s purpose and the manner in which they would proceed, the students got to hear the song of the sorting hat. It was a groovy tune, but Zander focused more on the wording which seemed to hold deep meaning and a brief introduction to each of the four houses. He was really interested to find out which house the hat put him in. One by one, the students’ names were called and they were sorted by the hat into different houses. Finally it was Zander’s turn, as the professor called out his name. Walking up to the center stool, he took his place and waited for the hat to be placed on his head. It was a funny feeling anticipating something to put on top of you. Once the hat was in place, it spoke up in its queer voice,
“Ooh, an interesting one! Isn’t that your favorite comment? Hmm, I see determination and ambition. Perhaps you should be put in Slytherin to make your stay interesting, no?” The bluntness of the comment made Zander smile. It was as if looking through a mirror. “ But wait...I see something more..Loyalty, loyalty to a fault towards loved ones and hatred for the ones who are unjust..Hmm, not the easiest to sort today..but yes! Yes, I have it… Hufflepuff!!”
That was that, as the professor removed the hat. Hufflepuff would be his home for the next seven years and he hoped the house proved to be a good fit for him as the hat had implied. He stood up and proceeded to join the table of children, who had the yellow and black theme going on. At Least he knew the colours of his house. That was a start of a kind.