Newcomers The Sorting ceremony 2017-2018 Closed

Rosie filed into the Great Hall along with her new classmates. She was apprehensive to say the least. In her mind, all she could hear was her mother. Was she really giving up her soul just because she happened to be born a witch? She shook her head to shake away her doubt. She was here now and that was that.

Rosie knew what was about to happen- the Sorting Ceremony. After she had found out she was a witch, she had researched everything she could get her hands on about the wizarding community of the UK specifically. From what she read she knew a few things.

• She was a "muggle-born" and would be discriminated against by some wizards and witches.

• Hogwarts was a prestigious school for wizards and witches.

• Each student was sorted into one of four houses at the beginning of the year.

• Hufflepuff was the least respected house. But to her, the traits that went along with Hufflepuff were the most genuine.

When Rosie's name was called, she stepped up and took her seat, closing her eyes as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. She wasn't sure what made her more nervous. Yes, she was nervous about which house she would be sorted into, but up until a few months ago, she idea of a talking witch's hat reading her very essence would have been insane. And yet, here she was.
Apparently, you could ask the hat to place you someplace, but she really wasn't sure where she belonged, or if she really belonged here at Hogwarts at all.
"Awfully unsure of yourself, Rosie Turner.
Rosie stayed quiet, her eyes still closed.
"Loyal... compassionate... brave to be here. You could go to Gryffindor. However, you would be right at home in Hufflepuff."
She still said nothing, though her heart skipped a beat at the mention of Hufflepuff.
"Nothing to say?"
Rosie took a deep breath and let it go. "I trust your judgement."
"Very well, Rosie Turner, Hufflepuff!"
Rosie breathed a sigh of relief as the hat was lifted from her head. She hopped down from her seat and went to join the smiling faces at the Hufflepuff table

Edric knew about Hogwarts. With two older brothers, a fourth and a fifth year, in the school he'd been told hundreds of stories about the castle, it's wonders and inhabitants. King's Cross, the Hogwarts Express, the trip across the lake...while new it had all held a certain familiarity. Nothing about his arrival at Hogwarts that been a real surprise to him, not like it had been to many of the other students at least.

Walking into the Great Hall was the first time of the whole day where he felt his breathing stop. In awe he stared at the enchanted ceiling that showed the clear starlight sky from outside and at the thousands of candles that floated just beneath it and seemed to illuminate the night, make the stars shine even brighter. It truly was a marvel to look at, even to him who had seen many a night's sky when he'd stayed up way later than he should have to watch the stars take form above him.

His eyes remained on the ceiling when they were herded onto the podium. Only when the Deputy Headmaster bid the first of the first years to come up and don the Sorting Hat did he look at the student body of Hogwarts for the first time.

There were hundreds of them, one of the largest gatherings of people had ever seen. Even from his place at the back of the group Edric had a good view on the four house tables and cheering students sitting on them. The sheer number was astonishing and admittedly frightening when he made the connection that he'd have to sit there on the tiny stool with all of them watching.

"Banes, Edric."

He didn't have enough time to go into full-blown panic mode. His feet just moved kind of on their own, and then Edric was sitting on the creaking stool with the rim of the Sorting Hat blocking his vision when it was placed on his head. The last thing he saw were his cheering brothers at the Gryffindor table.

"Ah, Mr. Banes," the hat greeted him. "I remember sorting your brothers not too long ago, very fine boys indeed. Great fits for Gryffindor the both of them."

"Hello," Edric whispered back, unsure about what to say to the Sorting Hat. It was...well, a hat, but it would also decide about his future in Hogwarts. He bit his lip.

"Don't fret, I mean no harm to you. Sorting is my business, placing you where you fit." That was reassuring to hear. He tried to relax a bit. "A nice, calm head on you. Curious as your brothers, but not as confident. You avoid trouble, even if it seeks you."

Good. Edric didn't want to go to Gryffindor. He loved his brothers, but not that much. They'd already annoyed him enough at home. Maybe Hufflepuff? His dad had been a Hufflepuff. They were nice people: loyal, friendly, open. He'd not have to fight with anyone in Hufflepuff.

"Hufflepuff, yes," the hat replied. "It could suit you, indeed. Loyal you will be, supportive of your friends and open in your thinking...but there is the ambition of course. You have your dreams, dreams that you want to pursue even in the face of adversity. Yes, I think you belong to..."

"Slytherin!"

The Slytherin table started to cheer. Dazed, Edric got up from his seat and slowly made his way towards them. He'd expected a lot, but certainly not this.

 𝓐rriving to Hogwarts was magical - this experience was magical. Though magic was never something foreign to Katya, having been around it for her entire life. Her mother raised her with cleaning the house with magic, her father teaching her everything she could comprehend at such a young age about potion-making, and her uncle had taught her about each and every planet and star in the sky. She grew up as a pure-blood, she liked to think that she knew what she was doing. Upon entering the Scottish castle after riding in boats across the lake and then a small trek up to the structure, the Russian girl was amazed.

𝓚aterina followed the other first-year students through the hallways, a mass of black robes and hats. She stuck out though, because even if she was wearing the same black robe over top, she hadn't worn a uniform underneath. Instead, she had a sequined, long-sleeve dress that stuck to the sides of her legs until just above the knees, where the dress ended. It was a courtesy of her mother, one of the many 'exclusive' outfits she had designed for her daughter. She was used to this kind of treatment, but to be honest, she felt a little out of place. She wished she could go home.

 𝓑ut there was no time for turning back now. She was here for at least until winter break, and then perhaps she can stay back at the Petrov Chateau back in Russia and spend her time with her father, making each and every potion imaginable. For now, she was here, at Hogwarts. Upon entering the Great Hall, Katya's gaze went straight to the blue table, then the green table, looking for her brothers. They were older, in fifth and seventh years, but they had really motivated Katerina to join them here. They boasted about the school as though it were the best place on Earth. So far, she couldn't see what they meant.

 𝓦ithout noticing, she had fallen slightly behind. Not rushing, she picked up her pace back to that of the rest of the group. She still lagged behind with a few others, but at least it looked like she was somewhat keeping up. Eventually, she did catch up once the group halted in the front of the room, right by the adults' table. With her best guess, the raven-haired girl would say these were the professors.

 𝓣hey begun with introductions to the school, and then the sorting initiated. This was an event that both of her brothers have been speaking of since their first year. Notable names sorted into each house were sent in owls back home every year, as though it were a hot commodity to know who was in what house. Katya personally preferred to be in Ravenclaw, the house of blue, where her brother Mikael was sorted. But it wouldn't be all too bad if she were sorted into Slytherin, the green house, where Alexandre was sorted. She just hoped she wouldn't get blue or red, because then she wouldn't know anyone.

 𝓢oon enough, it was her own turn to sit on the stool in front of the entire school. Now she was a little more self-conscious about her overly-dressed appearance, but hopefully they would end up leaving her alone about it, or end up complimenting her on it. She pushed down her insecurities, bringing out her confidence once more as she lifted her chin and pushed through the smaller crowd from the back, heading up to the stool and sitting down on it gracefully. Each of her movements were fluid, making her seem as though she were in some dreamland where everything was perfect - even if it weren't.

 𝓣he large Sorting Hat was placed on her head, on top of her black locks of hair. She scrunched her nose up at the fact that she was wearing that had touched thousands of peoples' before her's. She didn't like the idea of sharing with strangers very much, especially when things like head lice exist. She resisted commenting on it though, letting out a sigh and closing her eyes, listening for the Hat's mumbling.

 "𝓞h-ho! Another Petrov!" It exclaimed, causing Katya to frown a little bit. She didn't like that already she was expected to be like her brothers, but whatever. "You have lots of wisdom within you.. but also a large amount of ambition, and cunning.." It trailed off, and Katerina opened her amber eyes and lifted her gaze to look up to the Sorting Hat, furrowing her eyebrows together. She didn't want to make a comment on anything, afraid to slip up on something, or wreck the process and get stuck in that overly-happy yellow house. Or that rambunctious red one. It seemed like the Hat had read her thoughts though.

 "𝓝ot a fan of Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, are you?" The Sorting Hat chuckled, and Katya could picture the smirk on it's weird, magical face. "Though you are dedicated to your studies, it ought to be.. SLYTHERIN!" The Great Hall erupted in cheers from the Slytherin table, and claps from the rest. With a grin, Katya waited for the Hat to be taken off her head before standing up, smoothing out her hair, and walking to her new table.

Benjamin Hicks felt a lump in his throat. He somehow didn't consider this part of the ceremony until now. He was about to have a hat tell him where he was going to have to stay for the next seven years of his life. Before now, he had hardly thought about which house he wanted to be placed in. His father graduated as a Hufflepuff and his mother as a Ravenclaw. He'd had a sit-down conversation with them before heading to the Hogwarts. They told him that they would be proud of any house he got sorted into, and that wherever the hats decision, they would love him all the same. He was not worried about their approval as much anymore as he stood in the huge hall surrounded by so many eyes.

He picked at the nail on his thumb with his index finger. It felt like hours had gone by since the ceremony had begone. Student after student had gone by him. He had watched all of them place the hat on their head, then the hat would send them to their new friends. He wondered if you would be accepted in his new home? would they like him? What if he stood out of the crowd? The last thing Benjamin wanted to be was the center of attention in any setting.

Benjamin Hicks

He almost jumped backwards. He was so lost in his own thought that he forgot the proceeding where still happening. Once he realized his name was called, he promptly shuffled his way to the front of the crowd. As he passed he heard whispers, though couldn't quite understand what they were saying. He didn't care at this moment. He stepped up onto the small stage and turned to face the crowd. At this point the crowd of first years had thinned out but there were still too many eyes for comfort for Benjamin. He then placed the sorting hat on his head.

Ahh... Another one of you Hicks. I assume you are the little brother? Your older sister and brother were very easy to sort with such distinctive personalities and goals, but you, very difficult. Your quiet and cunning allure pushes me towards Slytherin but I don't see you fitting in well there. I see a great courage in you that you conceal from others, though you can't hid it from me boy.

The hat paused for a moment, only making the odd grunting noise...

GRYFFINDOR!

The hat was removed from Benjamin's head and he was quickly prompted toward the table adorned in red. While walking towards open arms and clapping hands, a brief smile ran across Benjamin's face. He was welcomed to the table surrounded by smiles and laughter. Though he couldn't see the courage in himself yet, the sorting hat hadn't been wrong yet. He felt great about himself for the first time in a long time.

Karley stood to the side with the rest of the newcomers. She felt like she stood out too much but she didn't know why. Her palms sweaty so she hid them by folding her arms, her head held high. Was she nervous? Hundreds of eyes seemed to watch her from all directions. Usually she didn't care about this but... it was wizards and witches watching her, not everyday citizens of London who did everyday things like go to office jobs, go grocery shopping, and go home. These people around her knew magic, something she didn't thing was real until the letter from Hogwarts came to her. At first she thought it was a silly joke from some unknown person or maybe even a friend, who knew these days, but the fact that an owl had flown into Karley's house with a clear goal and the fact she was even here made it clear that the hidden world of magic was quite real.

She was now at the front of the line. When had that happened? She wiped her hands on her robe and chewed on the inside of her cheek. The Sorting Hat looked like a decayed scrap of leather shaped into headgear by a half-life janitor, but that didn't stop everyone who placed it on their head from having a worried look on their face. There were four Houses you could be put in. To be honest, Karley didn't care which she would be put in, she'd just make sure that she did her best to represent whichever she was affiliated with as best as she could.

Suddenly it was her turn to go underneath. She sucked in her breath softly and smiled to herself, eyebrows scrunched together to clear her thoughts so the Hat could see her mind more clearly, or whatever it did. 

"Hm," it croaked, scratching her ear with it's fabric. She held back a sneeze, which made her eyes water a little. The Hat chuckled. "Nothing I haven't seen before in a Muggle-Born...clueless, curious, worry..." It rambled on about things it noticed about her, mostly making fun of her naivety. She gripped the sides of her chair, but just out of growing impatience. "Oh, are you in a hurry to go somewhere? Well then, I guess that I should get on with it, young First-Year... Let's see...oh no, not Hufflepuff, of course. I fear that you're not the most patient person...or loyal... Maybe Gryffindor? You are daring and brave...what's this I see?"

Karley grabbed a fistful of robe. "Can you hurry up?" she hissed through clenched teeth. She felt like she'd been up forever. She was starting to lose feeling in her bottom. The Sorting Hat made a haughty sound and then went back to thinking. "It seems like you're clever... maybe Slytherin? That'd actually be very good for you. And resourceful as well! But no, I think I'll just place you in Ravenclaw. Maybe you'll learn something about patience over there from your comrades."

The Sorting Hat took a deep breath, or whatever hats took, and cried out in a shrill voice:

RAVENCLAW!!!

Karley grinned with the roar of polite cheers from her new House table. She couldn't help but grin as she waddled over there, her head held high. She was welcomed by the smiling faces but she was weary of the deceiving ones coming from the Slytherin table. Did she see a grimacing Gryffindor? Suddenly she remembered that she was a Muggle-Born. But how would they know? She hadn't told anyone. Did she have some Muggle stench or something? That made her think about what it would look like showering. Would it be stall-less?

She quickly sat down, avoiding eye contact. Some people greeted her but she made sure not to carry a conversation with anyone. Karley didn't think discrimination for background would be here but it sure felt like it. She lay her hands in her lap listened to the rest of the Sortings. She made sure to look at the professors as well. She didn't even know her schedule but the books she had bought before she attended the school gave her a clue. These magical-folk sure had strange names, but she let that thought go. She just hoped that her time here would be great and full of adventures.

November had done his very best to shrink himself and vanish among the dozens of black-clad students as they all arrived in the great hall, though he couldn't help but allow himself to marvel at the ceiling of endless night, the hundreds of candles dancing like dust motes below it. He at last allowed himself a smile, began to wonder if maybe, just maybe, he could be happy here.

And then, as they all filed into line to wait for their sorting test, A kind-eyed teacher introduced the Sorting Hat, who then explained just what it would take to get into a house.

And November stopped cold.

Read his mind, he thought, his eyes going wide, his skin going paler, his body rooted to the spot, the hat would read his mind. The hat would know what was in his mind. Gradually, numb shock was swallowed up by heavy despair. There would be no secrets anymore, and once there were no secrets, well, who could possibly want him? They'd send him back to St. Romuald's, surely, if not some place even worse than that, some place dark and cold where he'd never know freedom again.

He began to move again just as the other children started to wonder about the holdup, but his steps were halting, shaky, panic seizing his form. Did he just, run, right then and there? Sure, he might have to give up this brand new sparkly dream of magical academy, but if they didn't catch him, he might be able to scrape out a life on his own still, and that couldn't be too terribly worse than St. Romuald's. But then, who was he kidding, really? If magic was real, then all of these others were more than well-versed in it. They would catch him in an instant. There was absolutely no hope for escaping unscathed.

So he marched onward, looking like a condemned man heading for the executioner's gallows, more than a small boy about to find out which house he'd be in in his school. When his name boomed out across the hall, his head bowed, his throat closed, and silent tears began to spill from his eyes. They glistened on his cheeks as he strode to the chair, unable to choke back the sniffles any longer, the soft, heartbroken sobs.

The hat was stunned into silence for a moment when it was placed upon his head, deluged by the onslaught of garbled -pleasedon'tseepleasedon'ttellpleasenopleasedon'tpleasepleaseplease- before at last, it spoke. "Calm down, child! You are in no harm or danger, I assure you. If it's your secrets you fear for, rest assured they're safe with me. Besides, I'm sure I've seen worse than anything you're trying to hide pass through these halls." November, on the other hand, wasn't. But he was reassured by the hat's insistence on his relative innocence, thinking it must not be able to see how bad things really were. And so, he relaxed.

"Hmph," the Hat grumbled as it fished through his mind, "Interesting, very interesting... What did you say your name was again, boy? There's something familiar about you...."

"November Morsus," he whispered, his voice a barely audible squeak of terror.

"Morsus, Morsus... Can't say I recall the name. Curious. In any case.. There certainly is a great deal of darkness in you, to be sure... However, you've also got kindness in droves, and quite a thirst for knowledge! Perhaps a Ravenclaw? Or a Gryffindor?" November squirmed a bit, wondering if he was allowed to voice any opinion at all. His question was soon answered when the hat went on, "What do you think, boy? Go on, speak up..."

"I like the one with the snake," November whispered softly, "I love snakes...."

"Very well! Perhaps that darkness will be tempered in Slytherin, they're certainly used to your lot...." And thus, it spoke the name aloud, the green and silver table cheered, and November, for the first time in his life, was given a home.

A chill ran down Karlyn's spine as the ginormous oak doors to The Great Hall opened with a subtle creek. This was it - the moment of truth. Having a last name that started with an "A" Karlyn was used to being called first for just about everything. Normally she didn't mind it, but this was a bit of a peculiar situation, and she sincerely hoped that she could observe the process before being made to do it herself.

The First Years slowly shuffled in to The Great Hall. Once Karlyn finally made it through, she couldn't help but let out a gasp as her jaw dropped in awe of the spectacular sight before her. There were floating candles scattered across the top of the room, and the ceiling appeared to have no real end. It looked like it was just infinite starry sky.

Karlyn was so awestruck she actually forgot she had to keep walking, which caused a few of her classmates shoot her a nasty look. She picked up the pace, but continued to glance back at the candles, determined to find the string that was holding them up, though after a few moments it became apparent that she had searched in vain. All of it really sunk in at that moment - she was a Witch, and she was currently walking through an ancient school of sorcery that had candles that magically floated of their own accord.

Realizing what she had gotten herself into, the girl was filled with doubt. Was she really meant to be here? How could they be sure that she was a Witch? Sure, she'd had a few odd things happen to her in her lifetime, but didn't everyone? What if she got to her first lesson, couldn't perform a bit of magic, and the Headmaster realized the mistake and sent her home in a mess of shame and defeat? The mere thought of it was terrifying.

Just as she was getting really worked up, the first student was called to the stool, and it wasn't Karlyn, which came as a relief. The momentary break in tension gave Karlyn the boost she needed to re-center, and she giggled quietly at herself when she realized how ridiculous she was being. These people were Wizards - clearly they had a well-defined method of determining who should and shouldn't go to their school, and they had been confident enough in Karlyn to actually send her a letter inviting her here.

Karlyn did her best to keep her focus on the positive, being sure to smile at her fellow students as they got their turn on the hot seat. She felt like everyone could use a little of encouragement, and it's certainly what she would want someone to do for her. At least they were all in this together.

"Amherst, Karlyn." The voice rang out in the hall like a beautiful melody. Filled with anxious anticipation, Karlyn walked up to the stool with a smile plastered on her face the whole way. If she continued to smile, maybe her classmates wouldn't know how nervous she was.

The hat was placed on her head, and the rest of the room faded into the background as Karlyn focused on what it was saying.

I sense plenty of doubt, but also a need to prove your worth. You are quite courageous. But oh, what's this.. I see a sense of unfathomable kindness, and a desire to help others.. There's also an abundance of curiosity, and even a sort of hunger for knowledge.

Karlyn shifted uncomfortably, immediately reminded of how curious she had been to find out who her biological parents were at first. She quickly rejected the thought, reminding herself again that it didn't matter, and she already had a pair of loving parents and that was enough.

Oh, what's that? My dear, Rowena treasured curiosity in her students most dearly, so there's no need to make a fuss. You'd do well in Ravenclaw, you know.

That hat paused, and Karlyn frowned. I don't know who Rowena is, but I don't mind where you put me, as long as it's a place where I can fit in, she thought, hoping the hat could hear her.

A place to fit in? Well, if that's what you desire most.. I do feel a longing for friendship and acceptance, and a willingness to work hard to achieve your goals.. If that's what you hold most dear, I know just the place for you...

HUFFLEPUFF!

'Dad, what house were you in at Hogwarts?'

Dexter Anderson thought for a moment. "Gryffindor," he replied, his face slipping into a comfortable smile. He repeated it twice more, spelling the word out with his hands.
'Was it nice?' Kalani signed back to him. As her hands moved, the bracelets around her wrists clicked and clacked together, the largest and most noticeable one being an orange one. Across the large plastic beads, 'I AM DEAF' screamed out in black capital letters.
"Very," he said. "You know, I think you'd fit right in."

Kalani thought about this as she walked into the Great Hall. Her dad had told her what it was going to be like, but she'd thought he was being dramatic. If anything, he'd made it sound less cool! The room was so massive, and lit just by floating candles. The ceiling - her dad had told her that it was, really, a ceiling - was full of stars and misty clouds. The room screamed magic!

She was making herself look like she'd never seen magic before. You wouldn't believe that she'd been raised with magic at all. But it had never been a big part of her life, not until now. They'd lived in such a muggle-filled area, and her parents didn't have magic jobs. Her parents didn't like to use magic for chores, in case anyone saw. Her parents kept their wands locked away like muggles locked away their guns. The last time she remembered magic being used was when she scraped her knee when she was young, and her mother used a charm to clean it and bandage it and make it stop hurting. That had been years ago!

She followed the crowd to the front of the hall, where the other first years were gathering. She pushed through the bodies of the taller people, until she found herself at the front of the group. From here, she'd be able to read the lips of the teachers, and the sorting hat if she needed to.

A teacher started to talk, a blonde man. Lip reading came naturally to Kalani, but she could still slip up. Some words looked the same, like salad and talent or stupid and show me. So, she paid extra close attention. She couldn't afford to miss anything - what if it was important? She was glad that it was a short speech, until she read the word 'song'.

'Aw, c'mon!' Kalani thought. Songs didn't mean anything to Kalani. She really wanted this to be over already. She tried to read the hat's lips, but it's mouth was so wide and moved differently to a regular persons that she missed most of the song anyway. She watched as the other first years moved to take the seat at the front of the hall, and the hat was sat on their heads. Soon, she was able to figure out how to read the hat's lips. At least when it came to the houses. But more importantly was watching the professor's lips, making sure she didn't miss her name.

"Kalani Anderson!"

Finally!

She rushed up the stairs, an eager skip in her step and face beaming. She sat in the chair with such force that she almost tipped it, and though she couldn't hear it she watched a few faces in the crowd light up in laughter. She giggled nervously, and the next thing she knew the hat had been put on her head.

It was bigger than she'd thought, and heavier too. It flopped over her eyes, and she used one hand to lift it up. The plastic beads of her bracelets click-clacked around.

'You're Dexter's girl!' The hat cried out in her head.
She hadn't realised it was going to talk to her! She breathed in sharply, eyes widening and her mouth hanging open, and she was sure she saw people laughing again. They didn't realise: this was the first time she'd ever heard anything, apart from her own voice in her head. She sat in the stool, totally dumbfounded, arms hanging lank between her legs.
'It's a shame what happened to him. He could have been great, if he hadn't gotten distracted. If you're anything like him, then this'll be easy...'
The hat made several thinking-sounds. 'Well, you are brave and loyal in equal measures. Just like your father, really. What do you think? Want to be like your dad?'
Kalani didn't realise that the hat was actually asking. 'Yeah, please!' She answered tentatively.

'Well then...'

"GRYFFINDOR!"

This scene had played in her head over and over again since she was a small child. She recalled her mother telling her of many stories of her time at Hogwarts. Her mother had been a Ravenclaw student herself so she hoped to join the same house as her mother. Listening to the sorting hat's song had her smiling, she found it to be a rather amusing yet interesting song at the same time. Tsubaki looked around her as she waited for her name to be called. Once she had heard her name she took a deep breath and walked up and took the sorting hat and placed it upon her head as she was instructed to do. Inside of her head she had heard it's voice talking to her.

"Hmm...a bright mind and yet a thirst to prove what you can do...now where shall I place you," the hat had mused in a mumbled voice. She clenched either side of the stool she had been sitting on with her hands looking almost white as one of the ghosts she had seen about the school. She recalled the conversation she had with her mother the day before.

"Now Tsubaki, I know it is scary going to a new school with so much to learn and so many new people to meet. I want you to remember one thing though, there is no such thing as a bad house at Hogwarts. I know Slytherin has a pretty bad reputation but not every person in that house is bad. I will be proud of you regardless of what house you go into, just try your best and follow your dreams," she could still her mother's voice in her head and feel her ruffling her hair with her bright smile. With this memory she renewed her determination to do her best here and follow her dreams.

Several moments passed and she was snapped back to reality when she heard the hat yell out for all to hear," Better be, RAVENCLAW!" hearing those words nearly made her jump in surprise from being in her own head. After she had realized what the hat had said she nearly jumped for joy. Instead though, she took the hat from her head and placed it back on the stool and ran to the table where her fellow Ravenclaws all sat and found a place for her to sit. She was ecstatic, just like her mother she had gotten into Ravenclaw, she couldn't wait to tell her all about it.

Charles entered the great hall with the other new students. He took in the surroundings of the great all and its four long tables filled with students of each house. He took in the smells of the food that were being served as well laughter and giggling. But none of that mattered to him, No he could care less about making meaningful friends or sharing jokes with other students. No his parents sent him to this school so he could learn not make friends. As he moved up in the line and each of the student was sorted into the house finally it was his turn. “ Charles York “ A professor yelled out. He took his time walking to the sorting hat and then promptly sat on the stool and waited for the hat to be placed on his head

“ Ah What do we have here. Another york family member. I remember your family very much all the way to your great grandfather. All Slytherin as well. One of the few families that have ever had that kind of luck“ The sorting hat said into his ear its raspy voice clear..what the hat said was nothing new to him because he was told this by his father. Told that he came from a proud line of slytherins and that he had hope to be sorted into the same house as his whole family or he will be a disgrace. He kept his mind clear although a part of him wanted the hat to know just what house he wanted to be sorted in. “ Do you want to be in Slytherin charles. That would be the most fitting to you.. But I could see you as a ravenclaw. With your vast wisdom beyond your years.. Yes a ravenclaw.. “ He wanted to tell the hat that he was wrong that he would never fit in ravenclaw. But why did he have to speak any words.. The hat could read his mind and know that he very much wanted to follow in his family footsteps.


“ I see you want to be part of your family legacy. Are you sure Charles you would do well in Ravenclaw but of course you are sure about wanting to follow your family tradition? Fine, you will get your wish" " Slytherin! “ Charles for some reason let out a cheer and walked promptly away from the sorting hat and to the slytherin table. Taking a seat away from most students as he smiled. He had done it.. He had joined the house all of his family had joined when they attended school. He was sorted into Slytherin.