Sorting Ceremony
September 1.
Joanne looked all around her, genuinely amazed. Her mother hadn’t done the Great Hall justice in her stories, it was so vast and magical, with its floating candles and enchanted night sky. Some of the other children were already chatting, and Joanne sincerely wondered if she’d be able to make friends here… It had already been hard enough to make friends at her Muggle school… but she took a deep breath; after all, she had seven years ahead of her.
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, a strange-looking woman was standing at the front, reading name after name. Joanne tried to catch most of them, watching nervously as her classmates stepped forward, being sorted into different houses… She thought, without a doubt, that she would be in the same house as her mother. Slytherin seemed to have… good students; so far she’d seen a few, fewer than in the other houses, but she liked it, even though she couldn’t be 100% sure.
It was indeed about 11 minutes later that they called her name, her name ringing out loud and clear.
“Thornton, Joanne,” she heard, and Joanne exhaled one last time, walking to the front and sitting down, somewhat nervous; her feet wiggled, and then she startled a little when she heard a whisper in her head.
“Hmm, interesting… you have a quick mind; that head of yours never stops thinking, does it?” said the hat. Joanne looked up and just let out an “Uh?” before falling silent.
"That's right. Hmm, where should I place you? You certainly have spirit, a quick mind, but creative hands, and that stubbornness of yours... You'd fit in very well in Slytherin... but I'll place you in... RAVENCLAW!” he shouted at last. Joanne was a little taken aback; she heard the applause and quickly looked away. The headmaster gestured toward her table, and Joanne finally went down, walking over to the enormous table adorned with silver and blue. She sighed with relief then, she had a house… For a moment, she’d feared she might end up without a house because the Sorting Hat wouldn’t find anything good in her, but she did have one, and that put her at ease. It wasn’t Slytherin, but… looking at her classmates, she knew she’d be just fine here.
Joanne looked all around her, genuinely amazed. Her mother hadn’t done the Great Hall justice in her stories, it was so vast and magical, with its floating candles and enchanted night sky. Some of the other children were already chatting, and Joanne sincerely wondered if she’d be able to make friends here… It had already been hard enough to make friends at her Muggle school… but she took a deep breath; after all, she had seven years ahead of her.
Upon arriving at the Great Hall, a strange-looking woman was standing at the front, reading name after name. Joanne tried to catch most of them, watching nervously as her classmates stepped forward, being sorted into different houses… She thought, without a doubt, that she would be in the same house as her mother. Slytherin seemed to have… good students; so far she’d seen a few, fewer than in the other houses, but she liked it, even though she couldn’t be 100% sure.
It was indeed about 11 minutes later that they called her name, her name ringing out loud and clear.
“Thornton, Joanne,” she heard, and Joanne exhaled one last time, walking to the front and sitting down, somewhat nervous; her feet wiggled, and then she startled a little when she heard a whisper in her head.
“Hmm, interesting… you have a quick mind; that head of yours never stops thinking, does it?” said the hat. Joanne looked up and just let out an “Uh?” before falling silent.
"That's right. Hmm, where should I place you? You certainly have spirit, a quick mind, but creative hands, and that stubbornness of yours... You'd fit in very well in Slytherin... but I'll place you in... RAVENCLAW!” he shouted at last. Joanne was a little taken aback; she heard the applause and quickly looked away. The headmaster gestured toward her table, and Joanne finally went down, walking over to the enormous table adorned with silver and blue. She sighed with relief then, she had a house… For a moment, she’d feared she might end up without a house because the Sorting Hat wouldn’t find anything good in her, but she did have one, and that put her at ease. It wasn’t Slytherin, but… looking at her classmates, she knew she’d be just fine here.