Closed The Sorting ceremony 2018-2019

Josh waited patiently as he heard the names of other students being sorted. As he waited, He glanced over at the Gryffindor table and saw his two siblings, Michael and Stephanie, smiling at him. What are they smiling about? Do they seriously think I would end up as another pathetic Gryffindor like the rest of them!? Finally, it was Josh's turn.

"Joshua Altman!" The professor called out.

Josh slowly walked over to the stool and took a seat. The professor slowly lowered the hat onto his head. Suddenly a voice popped into his head.

Ha! Another Altman eh? Well, I know just what to do with you... Oh? I sense something different about this one. So much anger, so much pride. Yes, and a thirst to prove your worth in Hogwarts. You would be breaking the long tradition your family has set for you. Yet, you still have so much ambition, cunning, and yes, incredible resourcefulness.

As the sorting hat went on, Stephanie had been chatting with Michael about Josh.

"Hey Mike, isn't the sorting hat taking an unusually long time with him?" Stephanie asked.

"Hmmm, you're right," Michael responded. "Maybe he's trying to confuse the hat to keep us in suspense."

The hat continued as it was about to pronounce the final verdict.

You do seem proud to betray the family tradition. Perhaps this is evidence that not all members of one family, no matter how long the have been here, will all belong in the same house. Very well! So be it Altman! SLYTHERIN!!!!

As the sorting hat called out the house, the great hall was in total silence. Not a single round of applause as Josh walked over to the Slytherin table. As he did, he glanced over to his siblings. Their faces were in complete shock and horror.

     Jennifer tapped her feet nervously, feeling beads of sweat roll down the side of her face. She franticly wiped it away. As she waited, she looked at all the tables. They all seemed happy. Jennifer had no idea which one she would be in if she could choose. She agreed that the Sorting Hat would make the best decision. 'What if I'm just sitting there? What if the Sorting Hat says I'm not worthy? What if they make me go back home?' Jennifer began to panic and saw that the other students were looking at her like she was insane. Definitely a great way to start off. She forced herself to relax, and continued to wipe the trail of sweat that refused to go away.
     Finally it was Jennifer's turn, "Rome, Jennifer!" The professor called out.
     She nervously stepped up and felt her body fill with confidence, and she closed her eyes, and sat on the chair, and allowed the professor to put the hat on her head. Then a voice popped into her head. Jennifer widened her eyes in shock, but immediately felt comforted as the Sorting Hat, began to read her good qualities like a book. Hmm.. very brave, and intelligent. Definitely daring, and kind... Obviously not too ambitious... What to choose, what to choose... Jennifer felt her face burn, she took longer than most of the students, and she could feel and hear her stomach growl.
     Suddenly, the Sorting Hat yelled, "Gryffindor!" The other Gryffindors cheered and clapped, making Jennifer feel proud.

"My neck must look like it's on a swivel!" Sean thought to himself as his head turned from here to there, taking in anything and everything about Hogwarts.

His breath had been snatched from him at that first magical look at the castle from the boats as they had crossed the Great Lake, and he had yet to get it back. Everything was so amazing. He could only imagine how muggleborns or wizards who didn't live in grand mansions felt. If it was enough to take his breath away, despite the priviledged and pampered life he led up until now, it probably stopped the hearts of those less fortunate than he. His own heart nearly stopped when he and the other first years entered the Great Hall. Not only were there tables full of students stretched down the entire length of the hall, but what had to be a million candles were floating in midair...and then there was the enchanted ceiling. Sean had heard stories of that ceiling, but no verbal telling could prepare one for what it actually was. There was no ceiling! Above him was just the expanse of space, complete with millions of bright, twinkling stars. He could even see the milky way! Clear as day...or, well....cloudless night.

Sean's attention was suddenly snapped from the ceiling at the sound of a chair leg scraping the stone floor. The Great Hall had become deathly quiet; all chatter dying down. There it was...the wooden stool, and sitting on it was the tattered and unremarkable Sorting Hat. The hat lie limply for a few seconds before a seam split along the brim, and he sang the sorting song. Sean applauded with the rest of the students, but he stopped long before the rest of the hall. He eyes were set on that worn-out, old hat, and he had little concentration for anything else.

Dornan, Sean!

Dornan! Sean!

DORNAN! SEAN!!

Sean jumped, suddenly aware that many of the students were giggling, looking around for this Dornan, Sean. He had been so inside himself, that he hadn't heard his name being called.

"Here! Sorry!" Sean shouted as he scrambled up to the stool.

He turned and seated himself in the stool, his body tight as a piano string. He cowered a little as the hat was plopped onto his head. For a long time...silence, then a voice sounded inside his head.

"I thought perhaps I was on the wrong head for a second," the hat explained, it's "voice" sounding slightly bewildered, "but you are most definitely a Dornan. I've sorted your lot for centuries...always into the same house."

Sean began to feel a bit crestfallen. He didn't want to be in Slytherin. He just didn't think it matched. He was not ambitious.

"Oh, you're ambitious," the hat laughed, cutting into his thoughts, "You just don't entertain the same ambitions as the rest of your family. You care not for prestige of a family name, but prestige of yourself. You want to forge your own path...not follow a path beaten before you by the feet of others. I can see a fierce loyalty within you, which would make you perfect for Hufflepuff, but that thirst to prove yourself and unwillingness to put forth hard work in everything you do wouldn't make you suited for Hufflepuff. There is cleverness in there...and creativity, but there is also recklessness and a disregard for thinking through things rationally.

Hm....you are a tough one...."

Sean sat patiently, awaiting the hat's final decision. For a moment, he entertained the thought that the hat may simply send him away, declaring him unsortable...but he had never heard of a new student turned away.

"You're quite right," the hat chuckled, "Nobody is unsortable. I will always find your house, and speaking of which, I've made my decision. Your house is to be...."

GRYFFINDOR!

The Sorting Hat's result was shouted out loud, for everyone to hear. Sean felt the hat pulled from his head, mussing up his hair. Sean ran his hand through his hair, just mucking it up more, but that was his usual style...looking as though he had just jumped off a broomstick on a windy day.

Grinning from ear to ear, Sean practically danced to the cheering Gryffindor table, ecstatic that he was the first Dornan in the entire history of his family to not be sorted into Slytherin.

Lena Mei stood in line, picking at her fingers as she awaited her turn to be sorted. She had read about Hogwarts in books many times before, and though she expected grandeur, she couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the Great Hall's festive atmosphere.

Children of many ages were bustling and whispering about the newcomers. She had even overheard two teens at the Slytherin table point at her say, "Which house do you think she'll be sorted into?"

"Ravenclaw, maybe. The quiet ones always get into Ravenclaw."

Lena shuddered. She did not know which house best suited her. Her father, an accomplished wizard from Hong Kong, had high expectations for his only magical child and wished she would get into Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, but frequently expressed worries about Slytherin. He was afraid of how they would react to her half-blood heritage.

"Mei, Lena!" a voice boomed.

Lena could feel all eyes on her at once. She took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward. As she sat down, the musty hat was placed on her head. It felt heavy.

"I see that you come from a long line of powerful people," the Sorting Hat's voice echoed in her head.

"My father is a scholar," Lena replied. "My mother was... a beggar."

"One's potential is not determined by their blood, but by their will," said the Sorting Hat. "And I can see that you aspire for greatness."

Lena gulped.

"I know just the house that will help you reach your potential..."

SLYTHERIN!

Lena audibly gasped. She immediately caught herself and covered her mouth. Though there was thunderous applause, Lena could make out faint sniggering from her house's table, which made her heart beat faster. It almost felt like she was about to die.

She shakily got up and searched for the closest empty seat she could find. As she situated herself, she began to think of what to write to her father.

Muriel stood at the back of the line of first years, her eyes darting from place to place, taking in the scenery of Hogwarts. When she first arrived, she couldn’t help but gape at the wondrous yet slightly looming castle; never had she seen any building quite as big as Hogwarts in her entire lifetime. Although it seemed very overwhelming, Muriel had fortunately gotten a heads up from her mother, explaining everything that would happen once she got there. “You’ll be grouped up with the other first years and led an alternative route through the castle where you’ll eventually be called upon to be sorted into a house by the Sorting Hat. There’s nothing to fear; just answer whatever questions the hat may ask you honestly, and it’ll do the rest. I’ll be happy with whatever house you end up in,” her mother had said right before she boarded the train. So here she was, waiting patiently in line with much anticipation about her quickly-approaching future in Hogwarts. To her surprise, the hat first sung a song, which she greatly enjoyed. Listening to the hat tell the story of the formation of the four houses brought a smile to her face; how awesome would it’ve been if she was there to see it all happen!

Once the hat was finished, the professor began to call names, and Muriel flashbacked to her mother’s comments of the four houses while she waited for her turn. Although her mother never directly said anything bad about any of the houses, it was implied that she was in fact a bit wary of Slytherin; after all, it was known for being the most cunning of the four, and favorited pure-bloods, who some still to this day look down scornfully at the other blood statuses. Nonetheless however, Muriel understood that every house had its own positive traits, and was determined not to assume any house “bad” before anything actually happened.

She suddenly snapped to attention at the sound of her name being called out by the professor. Relieved that her daydreaming hadn’t made her miss a beat, she shuffled out from behind the remaining first years and began making her way to the Sorting Hat. As she walked to the front of the room where the stool was, she noticed some of the students at the tables were watching her every movement, and that the hall was a lot quieter than she expected. She quickly glued her eyes to the ground and kept a blank expression on her face, hoping that it would be enough to cover up to the newly-risen anxiety now fluttering around in her stomach. As soon as she sat down however, all her attention went to the hat now on top of her head.

“Ah, Miss Muriel. Daughter of another Carroll I sorted so long ago... Where to put you, where to put you... You have a quite exceptional mind! But what is your deepest desire? Prove your bravery? Not quite... And definitely not the deceitful type... You show loyalty, yes... but hmm, deeper deeper... Ah! I see it! You have an endless thirst for knowledge! Yes, yes... and a boundless imagination to go along with it! With that you certainly belong to...
RAVENCLAW!!!!”

The Sorting Hat finally finished its rambling after what seemed like an eternity, and Muriel jumped in surprise to its bold shout in comparison to its quiet brainstorming only a moment ago. She quickly shook it off and gave the hat a gentle grin before hopping off the stool and heading towards her table. She quickly shuffled to the end where an empty seat was, glancing at the many faces, most with smiles, before sitting down. So this was it. Ravenclaw....it was perfect!

Erin stood impatiently at the very back of the first-year student line, her crimson eyes scanned each and every student meticulously. As she examined the students, she saw that a substantial amount came from Britain. To Erin it was quite easy to distinguish a brit in a crowd, they usually had a sophisticated accent and an infuriating superiority complex. "I haven't seen a brit in donkeys years!" Erin would say out loud, causing some students to look back at her in annoyance. "What are you gawking at? Crack on before I make ya." Erin might not have been the tallest student, in fact she was probably one of the shortest, but her fierce attitude and her aggressive Irish accent made her quite the fearsome little dosser.


As most students kept on about their business after Erin's thuggish threat, the hat placed in front of the professors would start to sing. Safe to say it wasn't really Erin's forte, but it sung better than most Irish Folk bands she knew. From her very limited knowledge about Hogwarts and magic in general, that rather ugly hat was called the 'Sorting Hat' (-10 points for originality, but an A for effort). Her mother told her to answer all of its questions as truthfully as possible, but Erin needed to see the kinds of questions the thing would ask before she could promise that. After the hat was done singing, thank god, it was time for the reading of the history of Hogwarts. Erin sighed as she realized that there would be more boring filler before the sorting ceremony, its like they designed the ceremony to keep students on their toes. She braced herself for a story that would probably make watching paint dry look exciting, but as the story started; she felt herself...entranced? There was so much more history and tradition with magic than her parents ever allowed her to know. There were even wars and pseudo-celebrities. She felt the words form together and form vibrant scenes in front of her, the description of the events were so detailed and vivid! As the story came to an end a wave of disappointment filled Erin's body, though she wouldn't dare admit it. But now that the stories and songs were finally done with, it was time for the chopping block...the Sorting Ceremony!

Erin watched on carefully as child after child found out which house they would be in for the rest of their time at the school. Some of them were overjoyed about their placement...others not so much. Her father had told her briefly about the four houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, and Huflepuff. From what she heard she gathered that: Ravenclaw were basically glorified nerds, Hufflepuff were a bunch of holy joes, Slytherin were a gang of throw shapes, and Gryffindor was where her oul fella went. Those weren't his exact words, but she felt that her paraphrased version was much easier to understand. Before she knew it there was only one student in front of her, one student between her and the famous Sorting Hat. The child went up and rather quickly got placed into their house, Erin wasn't really paying attention, fear and dread starting to slowly creep up her spine. She shook her head and looked back at the hat, this grungy hat wasn't going to intimidate her. She started to walk up to the hat, a look of determination and glory on her face.

"Miss Roo-" The hat would be cut off by Erin sitting down and placing the hat on her head, she didn't care if this was seen as rude; she was ready to find her house immediately. "Well I can see someone didn't want to waste anytime." The hat would say, chuckling a bit. "Lets see here, you definitely have the bravery for Gryffindor, but you are a loyal friend; like a Hufflepuff. But wait, you have the thirst for knowledge like a Ravenclaw, but the ambition of a Slytherin." Erin's eyes would light up with fear, and then anger. "Are you acting the maggot fella? There's no way I'm anything like a Slytherin!" This comment would garner some angry stares from Slytherin students, but Erin just stared back at them, almost inviting them to say something. The hat would chuckle once more before saying, "That's all I needed to hear... GRYFFINDOR!" Erin smiled joyfully as she heard those words, taking the hat off and placing it back onto the chair. Her improper introduction left some people unsure of whether or not they should clap, but after some time the Gryffindor table started to erupt in nervous clapping and cheering. Then the other tables joined, all except Slytherin....Jerks. Erin shrugged it off and started to walk to the Gryffindor table, ready for whatever life was about to throw at her.

The small girl clung onto the fabric of her robes, eyes taking in the magical sights of the outside of the castle with a deprived sort of hunger, that clung to her skinny frame and her chocolate stained face, lust and apparent awe on her pale face, flushed from the minor wind and cold of Scottish September. On the boat ride to the castle, she had gotten separated from the group of children that had been in her compartment on the train, and no longer could see Adam's blonde hair, or Avalon's dark hair. Her trunk had been left behind, but the sticky remains of chocolate and sugar already adorned the pockets of her robes that her hands were currently thrust into, along with discarded wrappers.

Her back throbbed from the acid of the salamander, and her head hurt a bit from the fainting that had occured on the train, but for the first time in months, Eris was not hungry. She had gorged herself on candy, and even though all the names of the candies, and their contents, had been strange, they had been delicious, and just as good as any "muggle" candy that Eris had been offered on nicer days at the park.

It was not time to think about the past, it was time to think about the present, as the children were lead into the castle by an adult, who's name and features Eris could not see unless she hopped up and down, but jumping up and down was an activity she had done once already today, and was not going to do again. Not when this was her first day of school, and what she did would be remembered for seven years at the magical castle that towered above her, flickering with light and the magical allure that drew Eris to it, walking in the crowd of children, eyes focused upwards, almost tripping over her feet in her haste to enter the castle.

Her robes were too large and even with her focus turned towards walking instead of the castle, it was hard not to trip over herself as Eris followed the throng of children into the Small Hall, where they were given a lecture on what to expect when they entered the larger hall. Eris paid no heed to the adult talking to them, eyes darting around to land on the paintings that talked and moved, pointing and waving at the cheekier students that talked to them, or making faces at the young muggle borns that were ogling them, Eris included.

This was the world that her mother had taken away from her, and it was amazing. The paintings scared her, enough so that Eris recoiled from the wall, taking her place in the middle of the crowd. She was lost in the sea of faces, just a short red head in the sea of other red heads and short kids, along with a few taller kids that stood out in the crowd.

Had her mother once stood in the same room, the same plain black robes sinking on her tiny body? There wasn't much that Eris and her mother shared, but their tiny frames were the only thing, and the thing that defined their physical features. And apparently, their magic was another thing they shared. It was hard to imagine a young Jane standing in Eris's footsteps, a kinder Jane without two daughters and a lifetime of hatred towards the school Eris now stood in, and the world that Eris had just been exposed to. What house had her mother been in? Even without her mother being around her, and even with months away from her, Eris felt worry and her's mothers' shadow settling over her, just as the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open, and the new students pilled into the room.

The room they had just been thrown into by the man was lit by thousands and thousands of candles
glowing brightly above the children's heads. While most candles were attached to something, these seemed to glide seamlessly, floating in midair over four long tables, where the rest of the students were sitting, older and wiser than the new group. Each of the four tables was decorated in different colors. Red, Green, Yellow, and Blue, with an drawn on animal pressed onto the colored fabrics.These tables were laid with glittering golden plates and goblets that looked like they cost more than the flat Eris had grown up in with her family.

Eris turned her gaze away from the tables, to stare at the rest of the hall, a gasp building up in the back of her throat. The front of the hall had another long table where the professors were sitting, staring at the new students or at the old ones. It was impossible to tell what they were thinking, but the sight of all the adults sent a shiver down Eris's spine and fresh terror coursing through her, and she quickly looked away, to stare back up at the haunting sight of the floating magical candles. It was hard to believe there was a ceiling at all, as when she looked up, the top of the building looked like the night sky, stars and clouds dancing across in, what was no doubt, a spell to look like the outside. There was no time to marvel over the hall, though, because the sorting was to take place, and that mattered more than anything. Even the magic around them.

The sorting was going to take place, and from what Avalon had told her, Slytherin was the best house and Hufflepuff was the worst. Those two houses were hard to spot in the sea of green, yellow, blue, and red, but a frayed hat spoke, as the man warned it would. Even so, it took Eris by surprise, as the hat opened it's mouth, which was no more than a hole in the dirty mess of fabric perched on a stool.

The hall, even though it held many children, fell silent as everyone listened to the hat's song with rapt attention. When it was over, the first of the names started to be called. It was a flawless transition, and Eris's heart beat in a crescendo, as the first of the E names started to get called, and then it was her own name that echoed through the blonde haired man's lips.


There was bravery in doing the mundane things that might not of seemed scary, but were. Eris's small feet couldn't walk fast enough, as she hurried through the space between the four tables, and sat down on the tiny stool, feet dangling as she wedged the hat onto her head. Her newly cut, bright red hair poked out in tufts of messy curls, as the darkness surrounded her in the abyss of fabric.

It was silent for a moment, and than there was a voice ringing through her head. A voice only spoken to her, away from the pondering whispers of children discussing her future house. This moment was just for Eris, and it was terrifying.



The way the hat said her last name would of lead a smarter girl, who wasn't tied down with fear and nostalgia about her mother to frown in confusion, caused Eris to arch an eyebrow under the hat, a shiver going through her whole body. What was a piece of clothing going to do to her, why was it being so threatening?

Eris mused in an attempt to feel in control and calm her heart, before the curt voice laughed in her head again.




Eris replied breathlessly, voice sounding awed, even in her head. This hat was like the mind readers in her stories, admittedly less human in nature, but still a mind reader.

The hat chuckled again at her last thought, and Eris imagined the hat shrugging it's shoulders, if it had any.



And so she thought of what she wanted. She thought of the green scarf locked in her mother's bedside drawer, along with a key to some vault, tucked into her truck. She could say she wanted the house of green, Slytherin, and maybe walk away as a green snake, cunning and ambition the traits that she would prize for the next seven years. She could follow in her mother's footsteps, and maybe one day win her favor back, and go home to see her sister's head of brown hair and her impossibly large smile once more.

There were a manner of things Eris could do, but she did not know what she wanted, for the first time in her young life. One thing she knew was she did not want to follow in her mother's footsteps. She did not want anything to do with her mother. From the moment she had let tufts of hair fall to the ground under a bridge, she had sworn to leave her past behind, to move on, even without her sister.

Bella would be proud of her, even if she had never stood against their mother. She would of wanted Eris to be her own person, to embrace her magic. There would be no following in her mother's large footsteps, and no going back after this.

She was a witch, and she was not going to be like her mother.


The words sounded strange on her tongue, but the hat laughed again, jovial, before letting out a noise that indicated it was thinking.



The hat paused again, aware that the small girl was hanging onto it's every word, clutching it like a life line, eyes widened and face flushed with excitement and fear under the messy mass of old fabric that covered her face from the public and the crowd around her. She had been under the hat for a while, and the children her age were growing restless, ready to face their own verdict, find their new house, and eat some food before starting classes. The small girl did not move for another moment, head rushing with so many thoughts and her face running through so many different emotions that it was almost impossible to decipher what she was feeling, even if there wasn't a hat blocking her face.



Before Eris could ask what the hat meant, and why she would need fire, the hat spoke again, and the girl knew it was the final verdict, and that she was about to find out what her house, and her family would be for her time at the magical school that lingered out of her vision, the bright lights of the hall shining through faintly, through the fabric. It was an awful lot of pressure, and it was terrifying, but under the fear of finding out who she would live with, there was excitement and eagerness for the next seven years of her life, spent away from her mother's rules and her father's absence. The only thing she would miss was her sister, and surely, seven years would lessen the pain.




The hat roared out loud, the stark change from talking in her head and talking out loud throwing Eris off balance, as she yanked the hat off her head, and stood up. The house of red was cheering, students standing up to clap for her, and the other newcomers before her looking up with timid smiles on their faces.

The hat was now off her head, and when she looked up, the house of red and gold was cheering,

and Eris felt a lot freer, as she made her way over to the table, taking her place at the end of the table. Her hands clasped together, as Eris looked down at the empty plates and goblets. She offered smiles to any of the other children who looked at her, as the rest of the sorting took place.

At one point, Eris looked down at her robes, to see they were no longer plain black, and now had a sigil of lion, with red and yellow stripes. This was going to be her home for the next seven years. How strange, but how nice.

A lion wasn't a bad animal to be, anyways.

Daphne walked up to the hat. She was nervous. Her grandfather had told her before "Just getting in is an accomplishment in itself. No matter what your house is, you are still you." When she was called, her anxiety spiked, making her almost lose balance. The room was mainly silent except for a few conversations here and there. She sat down and put on the hat, almost jumping at its voice.
Ah. Ms. Black. I remember your grandfather from when I sorted him a long time ago. He is a good man and truly belonged to Gryffindor. Let's see here... She sat straight up, trying not to fidget with her robes or anything, but failing miserably. You seem to be a hard one to sort. Of course, you are no Gryffindor, like your great-grandfather, and you are not Slytherin either, though they are not all bad. The hat contemplated more and more. Her mind started to race with worry. Was it taking too long? Was she unsortable? Was there some sort of mistake? Come now child, you are fine. There is nothing to worry about. It is taking an average amount of time, you are not unsortable, and there is no mistake. You belong here. The hard part is... Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff. The hat again paused, probably thinking over his options. I believe the correct place for you to go is..."Hufflepuff!" she silently thanked the hat, who responded with a quick You are welcome. She went to sit in her new house. Looking at the others talking, and laughing, she smiled. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Bea held her head high as she approached the hat. While small for her age, she was determined not to be seen as weak by her classmates. Despite her facade of bravery she was terrified. Her mother, Caroline Sinclair, had been head of Ravenclaw during her time at Hogwarts and was determined to make sure her only daughter thrived at the magical school. Her sorting was short and quick, and the Sorting Hat whispered in her ear that there was no doubt about it. She was absolutely a Slytherin. Bea's heart sank. Weren't Slytherin's the mean ones? Her mother had warned her all about the Slytherins, and how they would shame poor Beatrice for having a "mudblood dad". It didn't matter that Bea had barely talked to her dad since the divorce.
"Slytherin!" The Sorting Hat called loudly, and there was a cheer from the table of green and silver. Bea stood up, still holding her head high and walked over, taking a seat. She was greeted by the other Slytherins, yet remained semi in shock at the declaration.

Morgan stood at the back while the other students were called to the front. She couldn't understand why the kids were so anxious. 'It's just a hat. Literally.' she thought. Fine, maybe the hat did sing, but there were loads of weird stuff in this school. A singing hat was no match to a painting which greeted her just a minute ago. Instead of waiting for her turn nervously, Morgan spaced out that the ceiling which looked like the sky on a summer night. If she were to have her phone with her, that would've been awesome. 'Dad needs to see this one.' Perhaps she could make a painting like that one, if only she had artistic talent, that is.
Minutes passed and the sorting hat was still sorting others into their houses. Morgan wondered in which order the names are being called out. She could've sworn there was a kid with the last name starting with V, shouldn't she be called out first?
"Gryffindor!" the sorting hat yelled to a girl after having a long talk with her. Morgan's eyes rolled to the table to which the girl went. The students all wore red and gold there, their faces beaming with pride and confidence. Morgan spotted a guy waving his hand to her with a smile. 'Doesn't he get that that's the reason why younger ones get nervous?' she asked herself, looking in another direction.
"Hufflepuff!" the sorting hat exclaimed once more. Morgan saw yet another girl smiling and walking over to another table, where the students were wearing yellow. She smirked as she saw the other ones welcoming the first-year. A table filled with friendliness and warmth, that was exactly the opposite of the table she'd be going to.
"Slytherin!" the sorting hat shouted, this time much faster than usual. Was the sorting hat having favorites? She'd never know. Morgan noticed the shock in the girl's face, who sat on another table full of green. She overheard people talking about Slytherin on the platform. The house for the bad, they called it. Morgan glanced at the table. Not all of them seemed bad though. A few students there seemed to have a short temper, but most of them looked bored at the ceremony. Morgan didn't blame them, even she was getting tired from standing, and she was one of the people who were to actively take part in this. Morgan didn't understand how the others were able to clap each time a student heard their house being called to them. She was quite sure that she'd end up in Slytherin.
"Morgan Jones!" Morgan lifted her head. Finally, after so much waiting time. She casually went up front and sat on the wooden chair. As soon as the hat touched her head, the hat yelled.
"Ravenclaw!"
A mix of confusion started to linger as she headed to her table. Why didn't the hat chat with her, just like the others? Was it so sure that she'd be in Ravenclaw? But...
Morgan looked at her house. The students all wore blue at this table. Half of them had glasses on. Morgan could faintly hear the seniors talking about some old magic theories near her seat.
Ravenclaw. A table for the wise, the smart, the nerdy. Morgan never thought of herself that way. A sudden fear rose in her thoughts. What if, what if she is the dumbest kid in the house? What if all the smart kids ask themselves why the heck she was chosen for this house? Morgan sighed. Oh well, at least those students were clapping for her and greeting her, and she was grateful for that.