22 May 2025, 09:19
Sorting Ceremony
She stood waiting, scared for her fate. Her mother had been a Hufflepuff, their whole family in fact. Through generations of history, all Hufflepuff. But Nicole had always questioned whether she belonged there.
Her name echoed around the hall.
“Ferguson, Nicole.”
Nicole’s arms were shaking as she made her way to the front. The hat was placed in her head, and it shocked her how heavy it was. And then, a tiny voice came out of it, whispering in her ear. It said:
“Now, now, this is interesting, you have a lot of potential I see. You have creativity, but you want the whole world to see it. Yet at the same time, you are humble, down to earth.
What was this stupid hat doing? She wondered. It was listing some very non-Hufflepuff traits. Wanting the world to see it? That sounds like arrogance, no, no, Nicole couldn’t be sorted into Slytherin! That’s ridiculous! The hat, as if reading her thoughts continued on…
“You have brains, and you are courageous, but not in a way that could make you arrogant. Definitely not Slytherin. Ravenclaw perhaps? Gryffindor even?
No no no. He hadn’t even mentioned Hufflepuff yet. She started to worry. She couldn’t be the first to break the chain, she HAD to be sorted into Hufflepuff.
“Aah, I see. You have an expectation to live up to. You have family, who are counting on you making it to Hufflepuff. Kind of you to think of them in a moment like this. Considerate.”
Finally the hat was making some sense.
You are hardworking, and you won’t leave anyone behind, loyal. I know, it must be…
HUFFLEPUFF!
Her name echoed around the hall.
“Ferguson, Nicole.”
Nicole’s arms were shaking as she made her way to the front. The hat was placed in her head, and it shocked her how heavy it was. And then, a tiny voice came out of it, whispering in her ear. It said:
“Now, now, this is interesting, you have a lot of potential I see. You have creativity, but you want the whole world to see it. Yet at the same time, you are humble, down to earth.
What was this stupid hat doing? She wondered. It was listing some very non-Hufflepuff traits. Wanting the world to see it? That sounds like arrogance, no, no, Nicole couldn’t be sorted into Slytherin! That’s ridiculous! The hat, as if reading her thoughts continued on…
“You have brains, and you are courageous, but not in a way that could make you arrogant. Definitely not Slytherin. Ravenclaw perhaps? Gryffindor even?
No no no. He hadn’t even mentioned Hufflepuff yet. She started to worry. She couldn’t be the first to break the chain, she HAD to be sorted into Hufflepuff.
“Aah, I see. You have an expectation to live up to. You have family, who are counting on you making it to Hufflepuff. Kind of you to think of them in a moment like this. Considerate.”
Finally the hat was making some sense.
You are hardworking, and you won’t leave anyone behind, loyal. I know, it must be…
HUFFLEPUFF!
8 Jun 2025, 11:16
Sorting Ceremony
Reducio
IC DATE: 1 September 2025
OOC DATE: 8 Jun 2025
OUTFIT: Robes
EMOTION: Intrigued, intimidated
@Nicole Ferguson
Yellow - Other people speaking
Blue - Speaking
Purple - Thinking
OOC DATE: 8 Jun 2025
OUTFIT: Robes
EMOTION: Intrigued, intimidated
@Nicole Ferguson
Yellow - Other people speaking
Blue - Speaking
Purple - Thinking
After getting Sorted (it took 2 minutes, she was really hard to decide) into Ravenclaw, the House she really wanted to be in, she jogged to a table. Hmm, Ravenclaw. The House of intellectual wizards and witches. Lovely. As she sat down, crossing her legs, she noticed the chatter of students and decided to tie up her hair again once more. Getting a scrunchie, she quickly tied it. You’re beautiful, she muttered to herself. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and started to eat. Mmm, the food is so GOOD! Then, she noticed the other Ravenclaws, the older ones, mind you, the 4th to 7th years flirting with each other and she rolled her eyes. Get a room, you perverts, she thought. She then was reminded, while devouring the steak she was eating, about her social anxiety and autism. I want friends, but I’m too shy or they eventually betray me. Adjusting her robe’s skirt, she thought sullenly. Will I ever get friends! Shut up, Ruby, you’re being too dramatic. Sighing, taking a deep breath, and smiling, she cheered herself up and began to eat once again. Out of the corner of her eye she saw… Nicole Ferguson.