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Post by Dorcas Meadowes on Aug 14, 2011 0:39:16 GMT -5
Dorcas was excited to start Hogwarts. She knew the next seven years would be so much fun, from what her parents described to her, but she knew she would have to balance hard work and having fun. That seemed like it would take a while to get used to; she was so used to running around outside with her friends without caring about her marks when she went to a muggle school, knowing Hogwarts was all that mattered.
But now that she was standing in line to get sorted she wasn't sure if there would be enough time to have fun like she was used to. She was more nervous than she thought she would be, and played with her hair while looking at all the professors. It overwhelmed her a bit; were there really that many classes? Would Dorcas have to talk all of them before graduating? How could a hat decide where she belonged? All she could hope for was it put her in a house with outgoing people such as herself so she would have someone to talk to. She couldn't stop thinking about these things as she stepped up to the Hat.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Aug 14, 2011 0:45:04 GMT -5
Gryffindor (The hat is too lazy to do it today, lol)
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Post by Aracelis Summerlin on Aug 28, 2011 18:48:09 GMT -5
Aracelis stood staring at all the faces, not nervous, but wondering. She wondered who her new friends would be? Where would she fit in? Would she fit in? Another million questions flitted through her head, but all those that looked on would have thought her content. She above all did not want to be in Hufflepuff. They were much to giddy and friendly all the time, and she may have to curse herself before spending years with that. She started tapping her knee with her index finger as she went up and sat down.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Aug 28, 2011 20:50:41 GMT -5
Ah, but on behalf of Hufflepuff House, I must tell you that Hufflepuffs are not always happy, any more than Slytherins are always angry. You shouldn't discriminate... You could find great friends within Hufflepuff House. But I'm putting you in Gryffindor.  |
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"All of us are God's creatures... just some are more creature than others."
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Post by Jason Shaffer on Aug 30, 2011 21:38:32 GMT -5
The Sorting Hat knew.
The skinny looking eleven year old jumped skittishly when his name was called and then looked around nervously. Annoyed with the wait and anxious for her own turn, the girl behind him gave him a light shove, propelling him forward. Sitting up on the high stool, his feet dangling and the hat riding down over his eyes he looked like he was about to be swallowed up. It was quiet in the Great Hall for a long moment while the hat conversed with itself, making the oh-so-important choice."I have to be in hufflepuff." He muttered
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Post by Sorting Hat on Aug 30, 2011 21:46:23 GMT -5
Very well, Hufflepuff it is.
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 1, 2011 23:01:20 GMT -5
"Good Godric alive," Ilsa said, none too quietly at that. Half the students around her turned to look at her, but she really didn't care. She felt like she'd been standing here for three hours, and there weren't even that many of them. Why couldn't her surname have been Abbott, or Beckett or anything any letter sooner than R? She was bored out of her mind.
When it was finally her turn, she was already half way to the stool before they finished reading off her name. Finally! She hopped up, and made a face just as the hat was dropped over her eyes. "I swear if you put me in Ravenclaw, I will die," she whispered to the hat.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Oct 1, 2011 23:08:29 GMT -5
Slytherin. (Technically, seventh year Slytherins and Gryffindors are both on a freeze (and she is clearly not Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw), so I'm going to let it slide. There are more seventh year Gryffindor girls than there are seventh year Slytherin girls.... and I think she's tough enough to put up with roommates like Brenda, Lyra, and Natasha.  ) |
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Post by Ilsa Richmond on Oct 1, 2011 23:11:40 GMT -5
(I know, I know, but you love me.... and I definitely didn't put ask for Gryffindor because there are so many of them. Thank you!).
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Post by Pyxis Sampson on Nov 18, 2011 0:06:01 GMT -5
(Pyxis and Ilsa would probably have been sorted in the same year, and Sampson would probably come right after Richmond, so... lol)
Pyxis had been standing near the impatient girl, and actually tried to get the girl's attention to distract her. Yes, she supposed it was rather frustrating that the kids whose names began with A or B got to be sorted immediately, while everyone else had to wait. Pyxis was kind of used to it by now, actually. She'd changed schools so many times already that she was more used to replying to "Sampson, Pyxis" than to Pyxis Sampson.
After Ilsa had been sorted into Slytherin, Pyxis heard her own name being called, and she skipped forward and put the natty old hat on her head. "I don't care where you put me," she whispered to the hat. "Do your worst."
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Post by Sorting Hat on Nov 18, 2011 0:13:51 GMT -5
Ravenclaw.
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Post by Cameron Yates on Dec 24, 2011 6:28:19 GMT -5
Cameron breathed in deeply through his nostrils, letting his lungs fill up with the air around him. This was it. He was about to be sorted. Finally, after what had seemed like eternity, Cameron's name was called out. Fancy having a last name like 'Yates' - it probably meant that he was going to be called last for everything.
Shakily, Cameron put one foot in front of the other and pushed past the last three students left standing. Well, at least he wasn't last, he thought to himself. He sat down on the stool, gripping each side of it with white knuckles, and waited for the sorting hat to make it's choice. Please not Slytherin. he thought hard as the hat began pondering. In all honesty, he was hoping for Hufflepuff, but he would take anything that wasn't Slytherin.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Dec 24, 2011 10:04:01 GMT -5
Hufflepuff. |
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Post by Annabeth O'Connell on Jan 15, 2012 14:54:18 GMT -5
Annabeth stood in line. She was nervous, she absolutly didn't want to be sorted in Slytherin, she'd heard some nasty rumors about the people in Slytherin. They would probably bully her. She was keeping her prayers on Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Her mother wouldn't care, she was too busy with her new husband Klaus. They did marry last week, it wasn't new for her at all. Her mother married many mans but it didn't take longer then 1 year before they divorced. She didn't understand it at all, how could you fall in love with so many diffrent people? Her mother simply said it was complicated. She decided to read a book about relationships, but it didn't seem complicated at all. Woman likes man, man likes woman, they marry and get children. Her mother must have fear of commitment. That would explain it all. But why didn't her mother just tell them? It would spare some hearts from being broken. She would never hurt people like that, she would be brave enough to tell them. Then she heard her name called. She stumbled her way through the hat. When she was finally there she'd sat down. She took a deep breath. ''Please, anything but Slytherin'' she whispered.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Jan 16, 2012 12:40:29 GMT -5
Ravenclaw.
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Post by Alayna Måne Farbright on Feb 24, 2012 21:04:33 GMT -5
Alayna skipped up at the sound of her name and sat up on the old wooden stool at the forefront of the hall. "Why do they all look so nervous? The hat isn't going to eat them." She mused silently, as usually people were said to eat hats.
She looked around at the other students, and her eyes happened upon an empty seat at the Slytherin table next to a boy with rather greasey hair. But Alayna wasn't interested in Slytherin, she was never good at dark arts or dueling.
Again she back to scan the room and now settle on the Ravenclaw table. There were empty seats on both sides of the peculiar blonde boy. She'd heard his name on the train. Zelo? Xylo? Zippo? Oh well, she'd learn it later. But Ravenclaw did have a very pretty shade of blue for its color. The grey lady seemed like a kind enough ghost, and her mother and father were both students of Ravenclaw house. The more she thought about it, the more she truly wanted to learn more. "I suppose that's how a Ravenclaw ought to feel." she thought. And just as the sorting hat settled on the crinkly blonde bun atop her head, she decided that she might very much like to be in Ravenclaw.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Feb 24, 2012 23:19:29 GMT -5
Ravenclaw. |
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Post by Bryony Bishop on Mar 2, 2012 1:02:50 GMT -5
Bryony waited until her name was called. It didn't take long, she was near the top of the list, her last name started with 'b', after all. She hopped up on the stool and practically bounced, waiting for the hat to be placed on her head. Sudden darkness covered her eyes, and she heard the snickers from some of the older students, but some friendly giggles also. She shoved it back a little and grinned at one of the older girls who had been laughing. The girl had long blond hair, pulled back from her face with a hairband, and had a red and dark yellow striped tie. Bryony gave her a slight wave before settling down...There was a table to the other side of them that looked slightly bored, as if this was beneath them. Another table had welcomed the boy before her, now a Hufflepuff, with quiet enthusiasm. The last table looked least welcoming of all, and some of the older ones looked down right scary, if for the lack of expression when they glanced at her.
She looked nervously back at the first table she had studied and the girl, who was being whispered to by one of her friends, shushed the other girl and nudged her, and jerked her chin at Bryony. Both of them quietly gave her a thumbs up signal with their hands held in their laps and she grinned back at them, confident again. More than anything she wanted to sit with them, and join in and get jostled about like the other younger ones.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Mar 2, 2012 1:12:00 GMT -5
Gryffindor. |
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Post by Magnus Crane on Mar 2, 2012 16:54:34 GMT -5
Magnus watched a few other people go ahead of him, and didn't even bother to look blase. He was excited to finally be at Hogwarts, the only dampener was the girl in front of him, who kept fidgeting, stepping on his feet, and letting her hair fly back into his face. His fake coughing and spitting of nonexistent hairs in his mouth didn't do much to clue her in, so he began kick the back of her feet whenever it looked like she was going to move. Which earned him an elbow in the ribs. Which made him shove her back. It looked like it was going to accelerate into a new low in Sorthing History. He was pretty sure they were going to lose points before they even got sorted. Idly he wondered how that would go. I mean, did the professors remember and deduct after they were sorted? Did they write it down? Was it an idle threat aimed at keeping them in line? He wasn't sure, but from the set of some of the teachers at the high table, it didn't look anything like the idle threats he got at home, so he settled down. Didn't stop him from giving her one last kick for good measure, right before she left him behind, and left him out of her reach.
He heard the hat announce "Gryffindor", and muttered surpise, surprise, before taking his own seat, and watching where she sat. He looked at the table near to hers, the older boys wearing gold and black ties, and how well ordered they were, and polite.
Anything but Gryffindor he recited over and over in his head like a prayer, while staring at the Hufflepuff table with longing.
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