8 Dec 2018, 20:17
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
The entire thing wasn't what he was expecting to be perfectly honest. The train ride and the boat ride across the lake, the magnitude of the school castle and how many people arrived with him. Everyone looking upon the school in awe and wonder, to imagine what life will be like for them for the next seven years. Whatever sort of things they might all get up to throughout the years. Look at him, already thinking of the future when he hasn't even taken his first step towards anything yet. What a special boy Freyr Burke is, wanting to find that perfect spot to train.
Walking into the school, he walked beside a girl he had met on the train and taken the same boat across the black lake with. She had introduced herself as Eliana, and though he was his normal quiet self, they had a very entertaining conversation. He felt at ease and completely comfortable. Like they could do a conversation about anything and it would be perfect. Just the best kind of introduction one would ever hope for once all things are considered. At least he can say that he started the school year with a friend, he really didn't want to think about what it would be like to have to do that without anyone.
Once they were all lined up, the first years gathered at the base of the stairs, a small stool sat in the middle with an old worn hat situated atop the stool. Names were called, each moving towards the stool and taking their seat, to which the hat would be placed on their heads. The hat would come to life, the magic quite apparent though Freyr has no idea how any of it works and is quite confused by it. But he stayed in his stoic self as he watched student after student file off towards their new homes for the next couple of years.
Each of the table representing a house, their colours on banners overhead and on the robes of the students already there. Standing beside Eliana, he watched as more students went up and acquired their house from the hat, the sorting hat as the professor had referred to it as. And each person would come and have it placed upon them for their sorting. He watched as Eliana went up, a small smile and nod towards her as she walked up the steps towards the stool. Taking her seat and being called for her own house, Slytherin.
Like everyone else, he clapped his hands as she walked away. Now for him to await his own turn, as his blue eyes scanned the table over the professors, wondering what each one taught and who they were as people. Though his mind started to wonder just where about in the castle would be the best place to start training, to keep himself strong and in shape. He needed to not be taken down by any bullies. And if he remembered the rules, he cannot use magic outside of school. So anything that he learns here wouldn't be usable at home... those bullies would win.
The calling of his name pulled him from his thoughts, as he pulled his hands from his robe pockets, he walked up the steps and towards the stool. His expression stoic as he moved to sit upon the stool. Blue eyes looking over the tables as all eyes fell on him, or at least the ones paying attention and not talking to their friends. The hat placed upon his head, rough in places and felt odd. An old hat if there ever was one. The voice started to speak, its voice croaking and has a smoky aspect to it.
Freyr listened as the voice spoke, speaking about the aspects of the four houses and how well he would do in certain ones. Mostly his dedication and loyalty in Hufflepuff, but also his bravery and courage in Gryffindor. In the end, however, he called out a single word. Echoing throughout the hall as Gryffindor was called from the hat, and the cheering of the table erupted. A bit of Freyr is a saddened that he isn't with Eliana, but he looks forward to having the lion as his home. To be among the brave and courageous people, and maybe someone who wants to spar?
Removing the hat, he stood from the stool and moved his way down towards the table flying the Gryffindor banner overhead. A small smile across his face as he nodded and shook hands with his housemates before taking his seat, crossing his arms and leaning against the table as his eyes lifted and looked over the Slytherin table, looking for a certain brunette with blue eyes as well. Perhaps he can find her tomorrow and speak more there? After class, if he can ever focus. Would he be able to? Y'know, the library should have a lot of interesting books. Whichever comes first really.
Walking into the school, he walked beside a girl he had met on the train and taken the same boat across the black lake with. She had introduced herself as Eliana, and though he was his normal quiet self, they had a very entertaining conversation. He felt at ease and completely comfortable. Like they could do a conversation about anything and it would be perfect. Just the best kind of introduction one would ever hope for once all things are considered. At least he can say that he started the school year with a friend, he really didn't want to think about what it would be like to have to do that without anyone.
Once they were all lined up, the first years gathered at the base of the stairs, a small stool sat in the middle with an old worn hat situated atop the stool. Names were called, each moving towards the stool and taking their seat, to which the hat would be placed on their heads. The hat would come to life, the magic quite apparent though Freyr has no idea how any of it works and is quite confused by it. But he stayed in his stoic self as he watched student after student file off towards their new homes for the next couple of years.
Each of the table representing a house, their colours on banners overhead and on the robes of the students already there. Standing beside Eliana, he watched as more students went up and acquired their house from the hat, the sorting hat as the professor had referred to it as. And each person would come and have it placed upon them for their sorting. He watched as Eliana went up, a small smile and nod towards her as she walked up the steps towards the stool. Taking her seat and being called for her own house, Slytherin.
Like everyone else, he clapped his hands as she walked away. Now for him to await his own turn, as his blue eyes scanned the table over the professors, wondering what each one taught and who they were as people. Though his mind started to wonder just where about in the castle would be the best place to start training, to keep himself strong and in shape. He needed to not be taken down by any bullies. And if he remembered the rules, he cannot use magic outside of school. So anything that he learns here wouldn't be usable at home... those bullies would win.
The calling of his name pulled him from his thoughts, as he pulled his hands from his robe pockets, he walked up the steps and towards the stool. His expression stoic as he moved to sit upon the stool. Blue eyes looking over the tables as all eyes fell on him, or at least the ones paying attention and not talking to their friends. The hat placed upon his head, rough in places and felt odd. An old hat if there ever was one. The voice started to speak, its voice croaking and has a smoky aspect to it.
Freyr listened as the voice spoke, speaking about the aspects of the four houses and how well he would do in certain ones. Mostly his dedication and loyalty in Hufflepuff, but also his bravery and courage in Gryffindor. In the end, however, he called out a single word. Echoing throughout the hall as Gryffindor was called from the hat, and the cheering of the table erupted. A bit of Freyr is a saddened that he isn't with Eliana, but he looks forward to having the lion as his home. To be among the brave and courageous people, and maybe someone who wants to spar?
Removing the hat, he stood from the stool and moved his way down towards the table flying the Gryffindor banner overhead. A small smile across his face as he nodded and shook hands with his housemates before taking his seat, crossing his arms and leaning against the table as his eyes lifted and looked over the Slytherin table, looking for a certain brunette with blue eyes as well. Perhaps he can find her tomorrow and speak more there? After class, if he can ever focus. Would he be able to? Y'know, the library should have a lot of interesting books. Whichever comes first really.
Freyr Burke
16 Dec 2018, 02:46
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Even though her father had told her all about the wonders of Hogwarts, even though she had seen tons of pictures from the Daily Prophet, never once had Blaire imagined it would be this spectacular. It was so... so huge! It was one amazement after another. First the train ride across a wide expanse of terrain she had never once seen before, then the boat ride over the Black Lake... Looking up at the magnificent, the towers of the castle reaching high into the sky. In a way it was intimidating, in another it was exciting. Thrilling.
Now she waited inside of the Great Hall, where students were being called up one at a time to sit on a stool while a hat - the Sorting Hat as she had already known - decided what House each individual would be placed in. She was unsure of what House she would want to be in. She had imagined it plenty of times before. She didn't expect to be a Gryffindor, her shyness probably prevented that much. The other Houses though... Her father had been a Hufflepuff.
Finally, she heard her name called and with a startling realization that suddenly everybody was staring at her, she timidly made her way forward, climbing the steps one at a time until she reached the stool and sat down. Then she felt the hat placed on her head and she stiffened. This was it. Any moment now she would hear a House called out. See a table of her future Housemates clapping perhaps.
The hat was mumbling to itself, pondering its decision. She wondered if she was difficult to read. Should she be thinking about something? Her father had instructed her to just patiently wait and it would place her where she belonged but now that it was actually her turn, all that excitement turned into nervousness. What if it couldn't figure out where to place her? Would she be sent home?
She hears the hat make comment about her father's old House. Decides that she's not quite as suited for it as him, perhaps. It ponders Ravenclaw for her desire to learn, but in the end, it comes to one final conclusion despite her doubts: SLYTHERIN! And then she hears an onslaught of excited clapping. How anyone can be excited when they don't know her is beyond her reasoning, but after a moment of surprise, she realizes she's still being stared at.
She hops off the stool and - hands clasped awkwardly in front of her - shuffles her way to the Slytherin table to be greeted with shaking hands, pats on the back, and congratulations. She does her best not to panic in these moments. Never has she been in a crowd of so many people giving her their attention. Even if it will just be brief.
Now she waited inside of the Great Hall, where students were being called up one at a time to sit on a stool while a hat - the Sorting Hat as she had already known - decided what House each individual would be placed in. She was unsure of what House she would want to be in. She had imagined it plenty of times before. She didn't expect to be a Gryffindor, her shyness probably prevented that much. The other Houses though... Her father had been a Hufflepuff.
Finally, she heard her name called and with a startling realization that suddenly everybody was staring at her, she timidly made her way forward, climbing the steps one at a time until she reached the stool and sat down. Then she felt the hat placed on her head and she stiffened. This was it. Any moment now she would hear a House called out. See a table of her future Housemates clapping perhaps.
The hat was mumbling to itself, pondering its decision. She wondered if she was difficult to read. Should she be thinking about something? Her father had instructed her to just patiently wait and it would place her where she belonged but now that it was actually her turn, all that excitement turned into nervousness. What if it couldn't figure out where to place her? Would she be sent home?
She hears the hat make comment about her father's old House. Decides that she's not quite as suited for it as him, perhaps. It ponders Ravenclaw for her desire to learn, but in the end, it comes to one final conclusion despite her doubts: SLYTHERIN! And then she hears an onslaught of excited clapping. How anyone can be excited when they don't know her is beyond her reasoning, but after a moment of surprise, she realizes she's still being stared at.
She hops off the stool and - hands clasped awkwardly in front of her - shuffles her way to the Slytherin table to be greeted with shaking hands, pats on the back, and congratulations. She does her best not to panic in these moments. Never has she been in a crowd of so many people giving her their attention. Even if it will just be brief.
22 Dec 2018, 05:11
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
She heard many weird names called.
"Alex bohassany"
Never in the muggle world was names like that ever heard. But she would hear many weird things while at hogwarts. Finally she heard it her name.
Ms. Lane. Oh how wonderful to see you. I hope we will be seeing more muggle-born like you. Ohh. Brave like a gryffindor. But creative like a ravenclaw. But were to put you. Slytherin is not the house for you but maybe.... HUFFLEPUFF.
Not many cheers from the hufflepuff table but she had a house and she was happy. What a strange and wonderful place. What adventures she would have. Sitting at the table she was listening to all the other people. Last but not least, was the girl she sat with. She thought she would be more of a ravenclaw.
" Oh your father such a........ smart man. He must be expecting for you to go in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Then it shall be. You are definitely a Slytherin.
Abby heard some people talking. Slytherin isn't bad but you know weird stuff happen to some of those people who are in it. She though how rude it was for them to say such things. How could they. After all people even in Slytherin have feelings.
"Alex bohassany"
Never in the muggle world was names like that ever heard. But she would hear many weird things while at hogwarts. Finally she heard it her name.
Ms. Lane. Oh how wonderful to see you. I hope we will be seeing more muggle-born like you. Ohh. Brave like a gryffindor. But creative like a ravenclaw. But were to put you. Slytherin is not the house for you but maybe.... HUFFLEPUFF.
Not many cheers from the hufflepuff table but she had a house and she was happy. What a strange and wonderful place. What adventures she would have. Sitting at the table she was listening to all the other people. Last but not least, was the girl she sat with. She thought she would be more of a ravenclaw.
" Oh your father such a........ smart man. He must be expecting for you to go in Ravenclaw or Slytherin. Then it shall be. You are definitely a Slytherin.
Abby heard some people talking. Slytherin isn't bad but you know weird stuff happen to some of those people who are in it. She though how rude it was for them to say such things. How could they. After all people even in Slytherin have feelings.
27 Dec 2018, 00:13
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
Blaise stood in the front, watching student after student getting called to their respective tables. Each table would erupt in cheers as their house name was called. She was starting to get impatient. She just wanted to hear where she would be sitting for the next several years.
Finally, she heard her name.
"Blaise Marlee"
She took a deep breath and boldly made her way to the front. She bit her lip, looking out at the crowd as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.
Almost instantly, the hat began to speak.
"Oh. Interesting. Your mother was Gryffindor, correct?" the Sorting Hat bellowed out. Blaise nodded slowly. Would she be in Gryffindor and make her mother proud? Or would she don another house's colors?
"But I'm not sure that's where you belong. You are brave and valiant, yes... but you're very ambitious. Willing to do anything to reach your goals..."
She looked out at the crowd, seeing one particular house start grinning. They had heard it all before.
"Yes. I know where you go. This one is easy."
She held her breath, then she heard the magic word.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat yelled.
Blaise grinned and hopped down, making her way to the Slytherin House table. They were cheering and screaming. She felt a few other Slytherins pat her on the back as she sat down to enjoy the rest of the sorting. This was her home. These students were her family. She couldn't have been more excited to experience it.
Finally, she heard her name.
"Blaise Marlee"
She took a deep breath and boldly made her way to the front. She bit her lip, looking out at the crowd as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.
Almost instantly, the hat began to speak.
"Oh. Interesting. Your mother was Gryffindor, correct?" the Sorting Hat bellowed out. Blaise nodded slowly. Would she be in Gryffindor and make her mother proud? Or would she don another house's colors?
"But I'm not sure that's where you belong. You are brave and valiant, yes... but you're very ambitious. Willing to do anything to reach your goals..."
She looked out at the crowd, seeing one particular house start grinning. They had heard it all before.
"Yes. I know where you go. This one is easy."
She held her breath, then she heard the magic word.
"SLYTHERIN!" The Sorting Hat yelled.
Blaise grinned and hopped down, making her way to the Slytherin House table. They were cheering and screaming. She felt a few other Slytherins pat her on the back as she sat down to enjoy the rest of the sorting. This was her home. These students were her family. She couldn't have been more excited to experience it.
27 Dec 2018, 09:06
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
this thread has been closed, as the 2017 school year is long since over. if you'd like to roleplay your sorting, please refer yourself to the 2018-2019 sorting ceremony.
Sorrel Wright
hopeless chocolate addict & head of gryffindor house. tarapoto tree-skimmers fan.
28 Dec 2018, 00:08
The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018
The ride on the train was long and exhausting, even though I had slept most of the way. I had bought a few chocolate frogs to save for later for whatever house I would be sorted in. So far, I'm still alone, no friend's have been made. But that's to be expected, right? It's not as if Mum has taught me any skills in that department. When we finally reached the grand school, I was in awe. Hogwarts was massive, stretching to be as tall as the skies and bigger than earth itself.
As the thunder boomed through the sky, I followed the grounds-keeper along with the rest of my peers. "It's gonna be pouring cats and rabbits!" A boy shouted to my left, speaking not to me but to someone else as he pulled the robe above his head. "It's cats and dogs, Louie, where'd you get rabbits from?" The other boy glared in annoyance. I ignored the rest of the conversation as they tussled in the background, one rubbing his knuckles on top of the others head. I let out a sigh, "Is this what I'll be dealing with soon?" I wonder aloud. Once we crossed the rivers to the school grounds, it started to pour but half of the students were in already, their squeaky shoes hitting the hall floor.
I wondered what house I'd be sorted in. From what Mum said, Dad was in Gryffindor before he croaked so surely I'll make it to that one. Mum never said what house she were in.
As the first-years entered the mess hall, all eyes were on us. That was to be expected. Silence overcame the room as the man Ackerley.. I believe, spoke.
"Welcome dear students. I am Ackerley Blackburn, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," There were whispers all around before I was bumped into, "Ouch!" I whined. "Sorry" The boy whispered as Mr. Blackburn carried on. "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,"
I drowned the Headmaster's voice out, sighing as I think about life back home. There wasn't much to miss, but anything right now is less boring than this. I just wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor so I can eat and sleep afterwards. I was ready, for tomorrow will be a new day.
As the Ceremony finally began, I stood up taller to listen. I curiously watched as the first few students were sorted into their respective houses, each receiving handshakes or claps on the back. Everyone seemed happy. I didn't even realize that they were already on the letter B lastnames before my name was called.
"Belka Bibble"
I froze for a moment as everyone looked around to see who was next. The guy behind me gave me a nudge and I awkwardly smiled before heading to the hat. Boy, was it ugly.. As the hat was set upon me, it started to hum. I was a bit confused at this. Are you singing? I wondered in my head, startled when he answered to me aloud.
"Why yes I am, got your attention now, haven't I?" The Hat chuckled. "Oh little one, filled with such neglect. Sheer talented ignored... yes indeed." The Hat paused, as if searching my soul. "Hmmm interesting, a father of Gryffindor. Another Bibble wanting to please the family. These are big shoes to fill, yes they are. Are you up for the task?"
I find myself shaking for the first time ever. My thoughts desperately pouring out, please sort me in Gryffindor, please please please. I want to be like my Father.
"Ah, Clever and Ambitious. Witty and Creative. You wish to strive for greatness, don't you? Brave and powerful. Ah, yes. I know just where to put you. If Gryffindor is where you seek.. you'll have to be placed in... S-S-SLYTHERIN!!!"
My heart dropped, ears pounding. I took the stupid hat off as tears whelmed in my eyes. Fucking great, Slytherin.
"I am never wrong, little one. You are destined for greatness. Slytherin is where you best fit." The Hat spoke. I looked back and it smiled.
As the thunder boomed through the sky, I followed the grounds-keeper along with the rest of my peers. "It's gonna be pouring cats and rabbits!" A boy shouted to my left, speaking not to me but to someone else as he pulled the robe above his head. "It's cats and dogs, Louie, where'd you get rabbits from?" The other boy glared in annoyance. I ignored the rest of the conversation as they tussled in the background, one rubbing his knuckles on top of the others head. I let out a sigh, "Is this what I'll be dealing with soon?" I wonder aloud. Once we crossed the rivers to the school grounds, it started to pour but half of the students were in already, their squeaky shoes hitting the hall floor.
I wondered what house I'd be sorted in. From what Mum said, Dad was in Gryffindor before he croaked so surely I'll make it to that one. Mum never said what house she were in.
As the first-years entered the mess hall, all eyes were on us. That was to be expected. Silence overcame the room as the man Ackerley.. I believe, spoke.
"Welcome dear students. I am Ackerley Blackburn, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," There were whispers all around before I was bumped into, "Ouch!" I whined. "Sorry" The boy whispered as Mr. Blackburn carried on. "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,"
I drowned the Headmaster's voice out, sighing as I think about life back home. There wasn't much to miss, but anything right now is less boring than this. I just wanted to be sorted into Gryffindor so I can eat and sleep afterwards. I was ready, for tomorrow will be a new day.
As the Ceremony finally began, I stood up taller to listen. I curiously watched as the first few students were sorted into their respective houses, each receiving handshakes or claps on the back. Everyone seemed happy. I didn't even realize that they were already on the letter B lastnames before my name was called.
"Belka Bibble"
I froze for a moment as everyone looked around to see who was next. The guy behind me gave me a nudge and I awkwardly smiled before heading to the hat. Boy, was it ugly.. As the hat was set upon me, it started to hum. I was a bit confused at this. Are you singing? I wondered in my head, startled when he answered to me aloud.
"Why yes I am, got your attention now, haven't I?" The Hat chuckled. "Oh little one, filled with such neglect. Sheer talented ignored... yes indeed." The Hat paused, as if searching my soul. "Hmmm interesting, a father of Gryffindor. Another Bibble wanting to please the family. These are big shoes to fill, yes they are. Are you up for the task?"
I find myself shaking for the first time ever. My thoughts desperately pouring out, please sort me in Gryffindor, please please please. I want to be like my Father.
"Ah, Clever and Ambitious. Witty and Creative. You wish to strive for greatness, don't you? Brave and powerful. Ah, yes. I know just where to put you. If Gryffindor is where you seek.. you'll have to be placed in... S-S-SLYTHERIN!!!"
My heart dropped, ears pounding. I took the stupid hat off as tears whelmed in my eyes. Fucking great, Slytherin.
"I am never wrong, little one. You are destined for greatness. Slytherin is where you best fit." The Hat spoke. I looked back and it smiled.
Belka Bibble