Newcomers The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018 Closed

Lucas was convinced that he had gone crazy. He thought that maybe he was in a coma or something and that all of this was just some sort of strange yet awesome dream but even he couldn’t have made the whole thing up. A couple of months ago, any mention of magic or wizardry would have been considered a myth but now, he was a wizard himself. He had no idea how he was one; from what he knew, his father was not a wizard and his mum certainly wasn’t either. The whole situation unnerved him. He had never been away from his mum for long and now he was to live in a strange place with a bunch of strangers with the occasional spell here and there.

Wandering through the giant wooden doors of the great hall, Lucas had to take a moment to comprehend the wondrous sights. Four long tables seating countless students; a row of what seemed like professors at the front; floating candles bobbing overhead; and the ceiling… He was awestricken. Shimmering lights in the shape of people drifted by. Were they…. ghosts?

A man stood at the front, greeting them and explaining about the school before a hat was placed on a stool. A hat that began to sing. Lucas tried his best to hold in a laugh; a singing hat just seemed so strange to him. Once the hat finished its serenade, people’s names were being called one by and being sorted into houses. Lucas had no idea which house was the best one to be in. What if he got put in a bad one?

“Lucas Robinson!” the professor shouted.

Gulping, Luke slowly emerged from the crowd and allowed the hat to be placed on his head. Looking at all of the people in front of him made him feel even worse, wondering which would become his ‘second family’. The hat wriggled and mumbled though Lucas was too preoccupied to fully understand what it was saying until “GRYFFINDOR!” was announced.

Was that good? He wasn’t entirely sure. The hat was removed from his head as he made his way towards the table of his new house, shyly smiling at the people he sat beside.

Kreszentia stood amongst the other first years, not exactly being able to see past most of them to watch student after student being sorted by the magically sentient hat. She could hear well enough, but wasn't familiar enough with the process to care about it all too much to begin with. She kept her head low, but scanned the other children around her with her eyes as she idly mulled over the events of the past few months in her head.
She hadn't asked to come here. It wasn't an interest of hers in the beginning, and her parents thrill when she received her letter was what really made the decision to attend. At first, she tried to give it a chance. After all, a school of magic with other kids in her position could be good for her, maybe. But, as she progressed through her journey to become a student of wizardry, the entirety of the world she once barely knew became...a lot.
From the purchase of her wand, to the very notion of phasing through a solid wall to get on the train here was what she could only describe as ridiculous. Surely, she thought, wizards and witches didn't really go through all this fantastical nonsense just to go to school, right? How wrong she was...

"Kreszentia M-"

Her surname was barely started before she hurriedly slipped past her peers to march over to the stool. She plopped firmly into place and looked to her boots as the hat was gingerly set atop her little head. She felt them adjust, and tensed immediately.

"Ah. Ms. Moss, there's no need to be nervous. It is but a sorting, after all! There are friends to be made and learning abound!'" The Hat chimed, earning no outward response from the young witch. For a few seconds they were both quiet, until the Sorting Hat flinched somewhat to something she had not spoken out loud. "...Ms. Moss, there's no need to assume such things. I intend to put you somewhere you will benefit the most! Do understand there is method to this madness." They explained. Kreszentia's hands balled into extremely tight fists, her gloves preventing her nails from digging into her skin, and her eyes closed. She huffed, from nerves or frustration was anyone's guess.
The Sorting Hat pondered a moment, imitating a sigh as they muttered traits and options to themselves. Krez could only remain perfectly still while they considered.
"I think I've got it, and I'm sure you'll agree with my decision once you settle in." The Hat finally announced.



Her eyes shot open as the verdict startled her back into reality. She looked back at the hat questioningly when they removed them from her head, but she was only ushered off the seat and to her respective table with no explanation to satisfy her.
Not knowing what to really expect from any of the other gryffindors, Krez just picked a random place at the table without a word and sat there. Head down and hands in her lap, she made no moves to interact with other students first and instead found herself lost in her anxious thoughts.

This was going to be a long year.

Aliea shifted in silence, nervous but excited. Her mother has told her about the Sorting Ceremony before. Aliea had no idea what house she wanted to be sorted into. Her family wasn't the strong type to have a tradition to have the same house as their predecessors, so she didn't have to worry about that. There were still several students before her turn. 
Aliea, being the curious girl she is, looks around the Great Hall. It is so crowded. There are four, amazingly long tables set, two by two on each side. Aliea knew which table was which, thanks to all the previous results students had gotten. The hall is quiet, waiting for the next student's placement. Gryffindor! The hat shouts out, and the hall bursts out in claps and cheers. Especially loud cheering from the Gryffindor table. Aliea smiles. Gryffindor seems like a nice house... I wonder if mom will be happy if she hears this. 
Aliea moved her gaze up to the ceiling. It was a starry sky, with the moon luminously shining down onto the hall. There were no hints of a cloud, and it was all clear. Her mom had told her about the beautiful enchanted sky, many times ever since she was a child. Her mind drifted back to her mom. It was pretty new and fresh, being out in the open like this with no one she really knew. 
Aliea was lost in thought when the professor called out, Aliea Fleur Frost! Aliea jumped. "Huh? Oh. Ohh, yeah. Coming!" She called, surprised. She could feel the heat rushing towards her face. None of the other first years did that! She thought, embarrassed. What will the professors think! That I probably won't concentrate during class! Oh, what will the other students think? Aliea slapped a hand to her forehead, while walking to the hat. Oh. Oh no. She stopped. She could hear several students giggling. She could hear chuckles hear and there. Now she was blushing for sure. 
She hurried to the hat. She quickly put in on her head. Oh, kid. Be careful! I'm old and fragile, as you know. She murmured an apology, "I'm sorry..." The hat fell silent, and Aliea waited for what it would say. Oh yes, curious and adventurous. I could tell that from all the way here! Aliea blushed again. Huh, you like to read books, too. And play the violin! How talented you are. Aliea smiled timidly. "Thank you. But I'm not that good. Need way more practice." And I didn't bring it to Hogwarts... I should've. The hat went on about herself. You are willing to support and stand up for yourself and friends. You are courageous, only when things need to be. Sure signs for a Gryffindor. Aliea smiled. Now she knew what house she'd be in. 

The Gryffindor table cheered. She looked in their direction. She could see several of the students waving her over. She smiled, and walked confidently over to the new table. This, would be her new family. 

    I hear my name being called to go sit on that stool. With that hat on it. A talking hat. Why is there a talking hat? I slowly make my way up to the stool, my feet dragging and boots screeching with every step I take. I look at the stool, and to my surprise, it's a regular ol' stool. No words coming out of it, it hasn't moved on it's own, from what I've seen anyway, it seems like a normal stool. I flatten my skirt and sit, just like a proper lady would. My head spins with the words spoken by the hat about each house.

"Colour, Henry!"

Henry was quickly pulled from his thoughts when he heard his name called. He had heard very little about what traits each house favored, completely blanking during the Sorting Hat's song. He couldn't have picked a worse time to daydream.

Henry stumbled up to the stool and tensed as the hat was placed on his head. He bristled at the feeling of the old, stiff fabric, trying to stay still as the hat spoke in a voice only he could hear;

"A Colour, then? How curious... I haven't sorted one of your family in years. You're an odd type, to be sure. You don't have the bravery of a Gryffindor, but you have their will. You're cunning, but not to just any end, unlike a Slytherin. You value loyalty and friendship, as would a Hufflepuff, but there's only one house to fit your true will... One of knowledge, using it as a weapon and a shield from those who would hide the truth and to protect the people you care for... Knowledge is a true force of power and one you may learn to use wisely... I think..."

Henry could feel the breath held by the different tables, waiting for the result. Henry, himself, choked on his nerves, quietly biting his lip as the silence laid over the Great Hall.

"Ravenclaw!"

Henry felt his shoulders relax as he stepped off the stool and went to join his new house peers. He had never been so relieved to join a family.

{The brown-haired girl let out a loud and long yawn as she watched the creepy, and weird looking, hat began singing, not caring if others did not like the fact she was being rude. Her dark eyes glanced over at the singing hat once before beginning to look around the large room. 

Tsk... A room? More like a house with how large it is... the girl thought as she awaited for her name to be called. She realized soon after a few minutes that the names did not go in an alphabetical order since as her surname started with a “C”, she would have been called earlier on. 

Huh... There are a lot of students here... More students that can annoy me... The girl sighed as she looked down at her trunk, intending to open it and take out her current favorite book, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, when suddenly—

“Crowther, Evianna!” As her name was called, the girl let out a groan before getting up, grabbing her trunk, and making her way towards the stool. She let the trunk fall to the ground beside the stool and quickly got on it, wanting the event to end quickly. 

Oh, I see there is another Crowther here! Hogwarts hasn’t had one for some years since your father— Wait, the creepy hat knows my father? Hmm, quite rude, aren’t you, calling me creepy? You’re just a hat. 

The rest of your family has always been sent to Ravenclaw for their great minds. You are hard-working when you put your mind into your work, so you could go to Hufflepuff, but you are not quite patient. You have the traits to go to Slytherin and Griffindor, but the right choice will be

New day, new school, new uniform, new place. Basic everything for May was new. Ohh no wait. This two guys siting there on they table and looking at here wasnt new for here. This two boys was here older brothers and they just look at here and laugh. You want to ask why? They always was like this. Older brothers have this kind of relationships with here little sister. They just take care of here when mom or dad ask for this. Other time they just play around and make jokes around here.  Be little sister wasnt that nice but this girl can use her charm to melt mom and dad heart to get what she want. But now this little girl stay with other kids and listen what they said. It was pretty  funny and this Great Hall looks amazing. Everything was perfect but time pass and now was her turn.  She sat down on the chair and teacher put sorting hat on her head. Her heart start to beat really fast. She don't know what to do. But after few second hat just scream HUFFLEPUFF! Everybody from here dorm table start to clap and cheer. It was pretty nice and May feel warm into her hear. So she smile and move to here table take place with other first year students

"McGriffin, Quinn!"

This was it. A huge decision, one of the most monumental decisions of her entire life, and it wasn't even hers to make! Honestly, that wasn't fair at all. Maybe if she was sorted into Hufflepuff or something, she could request a transfer to Durmstrang. Though less prestigious overall, the Scandinavian school was distinguished in certain useful fields of magic... If she said that her pet dog was killed by a badger once, leaving her permanently traumatized, they might let her go against the Hat's wishes...

Lost in plans and calculations, Quinn was deciding whether it would be worse to be surrounded for seven years by people like her uncle (who had been a Hufflepuff in school, and so she rather unfairly associated anyone in that House with his complete smallmindedness), or to have her reputation wounded by graduating from Durmstrang rather than Hogwarts. Looking rather abstracted, as if the actual act of putting the Hat on was unimportant, the young witch sat on the stool and continued plotting.

With a clearly audible sigh, the Sorting Hat spoke in her mind. If I had a sickle for every time I got one like you, thinking the Sorting might ruin your life, I'd be a very rich hat... I should put you in Hufflepuff, you would do well there, despite what you think. I can't sort hastily, though... You're deathly afraid of being small, of amounting to nothing with your life. There's only one House for you...

SLYTHERIN!!

Ah, well, that was that. The Hat really was good at its job. It put her exactly where she belonged. Smiling slightly, the newly sorted Slytherin began to put her plans in motion.

Hunter stood with the rest of the first years ready to be sorted, the great hall was glowing with magnificent floating candles that captured many's attention. Hunter stood excitedly for his name to be called out:

'Say my name, say my name.....' he sung loudly inside his head as he tapped his foot repeatedly.

"Hunter Blake"

'Okay, Okay, damn that chicks loud...But I do like the way that sounds......Huunnntterrrrrr Blllllaaaakkkkkeeee......Say my nammeeee.....'

"Hunter Blake!!"

Hunter covered his ears dramatically as he strolled up to the stool yelling out:

"SOOOOORRY~"

the student's snickered at his dramatics while he settled himself onto the stool, grinning as the hat was placed on his head.

'Ahhh yes, Hunter Blake. I would have hoped your family wouldn't consider making a child but I thought wrong, troublemakers, The lot of you are!' The hat states inside Hunter's head.

'Damn your sassy' Hunter states pouting.' Just get this traumatic experience over with...'

'Fine Fine! Hmm... A troublemaker with too much bravery... but wait... whats this I see, An ambition to be better than your parents, to prove them wrong? Ambition and cunning like that.. but which to choose...'

"SLYTHERIN" the hat roared, the Green banner flowing wildly against the wind as the table dressed in green robes cheered loudly.
"Hell yeah!!" Hunter exclaimed as he leapt off the stool and ran over to his new home.