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Post by Sorting Hat on Mar 2, 2012 17:08:19 GMT -5
Hufflepuff.
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Rita Skeeter
 
Fifth year[M:10]
"Don't mind the quill, dear."
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Post by Rita Skeeter on Mar 8, 2012 20:12:55 GMT -5
Rita sneered as some poor, terrified sap was sorted into Hufflepuff. A fool's house, she was certain. If only she had something to write with on her, so that she could record these juicy moments- excellent fuel for future use in gossip. Rita knew being able to refrence these horrofied faces would prove priceless later. She looked around, searching for something to record with.
So busy looking, she was, that she didn't even hear her own stylish name called to be sorted till the third time. Upset to be interrupted in her search, she pouted up to the stool and looked up at the Sorting Hat just before it touched her head and wondered how long it would take before the thing would put her in Slytherin already, so she could go back to ruining the future lives of her classmates...
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Post by Sorting Hat on Mar 8, 2012 22:43:35 GMT -5
Slytherin.
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Post by Xenophilius Lovegood on Mar 16, 2012 23:51:50 GMT -5
Xeno wasn't paying attention, as usual. He was looking around wildly, trying to see everything that there was to be seen. Hogwarts was just as his mother had described... it was beautiful and magical and mysterious and full of wonder. He wanted to see everything, down to the smallest, most insignificant thing.
Of course, he had no idea just how crazy he looked, craning his neck all around at crazy angles, spinning around, looking up and down and every which way. It was like he was watching something that was careening crazily around him, but of course there was nothing there. Or was there? Xeno was sure that there were things all around them that they couldn't see... but that didn't mean they weren't there.
He was so caught up in looking all around him that he never heard his name being called. He might have stood there all night, peering all around him, if not for the girl standing next to him. He'd introduced himself to her on the train, so when he didn't respond to his name being called, she jabbed him in the side with her elbow and shook him out of his daze.
"Oh, right!" he cried, running over to the little stool and jamming the hat on his head. He didn't care where they put him, so he just waited for the hat's reply.
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Post by Albus Dumbledore on Mar 16, 2012 23:58:07 GMT -5
(The hat's lazy tonight)
Ravenclaw.
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Post by Leyla Collins on Apr 24, 2012 16:37:17 GMT -5
Leyla was anxious, but definitely not nervous. She didn't care what house she was put in, she just wanted to know which one it would be. She was glad her name would be near the top because she wasn't sure she could put up with the anticipation of it all. She bounced on her feet as she heard other 'C' names being called and chewed on her lip until finally she heard her name. She almost screamed in delight as she all but ran to the stool in excitement. She sat on the seat and her knees bounced some more as she waiting for the hat to sort her.
She searched for her older brother, Toby, and found him sitting at one of the long tables easily spotted. He looked bored and annoyed, like he didn't want to be there. He tried to smile in her direction when he caught her eye but it was so brief she barely saw it. That's when she felt the hat being placed upon her head, a smile as wide as her face showing brightly to the crowd waiting thier turn.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Apr 24, 2012 22:48:26 GMT -5
Ravenclaw.
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Post by Toby Collins on May 2, 2012 11:28:57 GMT -5
Toby stood back and watched the other first years as they chattered on excitedly. Some were nervous, some were excited, some were downright terrified, but Toby was perfectly calm. He had his hands jammed into the pockets of his robes, watching the other students and quietly taking it all in. He knew where he wanted to be. His father had told him Slytherin was the best house; that was where all the purebloods were. Ravenclaw was not bad either, but he really didn't want to be in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. He'd die with shame if he were sorted into Hufflepuff.
Bored, Toby began mentally sorting his fellow students, putting the terrified chubby boy standing nearby in Hufflepuff, while the kid who wouldn't stop talking was probably a Gryffindor. The bored, proud-looking girl across from him was definitely a Slytherin.
He didn't get to guess many more students, however, because soon his name came up. He didn't look at anyone else as he strode over to the stool and stuck the hat on his head. He then turned and looked longingly over at the Slytherin table, at the sea of green and silver uniforms. Soon he hoped to join them...
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Post by Sorting Hat on May 2, 2012 11:41:10 GMT -5
Slytherin.
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Post by Samantha Lippre on May 2, 2012 23:17:05 GMT -5
Samantha waited impatiently for her name to be called. It was too crowded with all the other first years surrounding her and she just wanted to get her turn already. She watched as one after another walked up to the stool before her. She couldn't help but glare in annoyance as she waited.
"I never knew about magic until about a month ago," A girl beside her said. She seemed friendly enough but she was obviously a muggleborn. Samantha crossed her arms as the girl continued to talk. "Isn't this place wonderful?"
Sam turned on her then with a raised eyebrow. "Your parents are muggles right? Non-magic folk?" The girl looked confused for a moment before nodding. Sam sneered at her. "Then don't talk to me, muggleborn." She turned away from her then as she heard her name called. She wandered up to the front and sat on the stool.
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Post by Sorting Hat on May 2, 2012 23:38:29 GMT -5
Slytherin.
(Technically, I have a ban on all new sixth years, but I'm over-ruling myself again. What's one more, right?)
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Post by Allynn Keystone on May 3, 2012 22:45:38 GMT -5
Allynn just about burst into tears when the girl told her not to talk to her simply because her parents were non-magic folk. She shrunk back and bit her lip quietly before trying to think of something to make her feel better. Math always did. At the very least, it would get her mind off of what the girl said to her.
Lets see. Four benches down each side of all the house tables. Each bench looked like it could comfortably seat on average 5 people, taking into consideration the various sizes. Four tables with two sides per table. So, doing her math quickly, the tables alone could fit between 160 on average, as long as the sizes were correct.
She was right, math made her feel better instantly. Until she realized that they were calling her name. She moved up to the stool, almost tripping over her robes on the way, and sat down, looking up at the hat positioned above her head and ready to come down. She suddenly realized she had no idea which house she would end up in or want to be in. The Slytherins looked mean, but she was too much of a coward to go into Griffindor. Which would leave Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaws looked nice... and smart. She hoped she would get placed there.
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Post by Sorting Hat on May 3, 2012 23:02:45 GMT -5
Ravenclaw.
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Harmony Lippre
Fifth Year[M:10]
I can be smart when it's important, but most men don't like it.
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Post by Harmony Lippre on May 10, 2012 16:43:21 GMT -5
This was so lame. Harmony stood against the wall, seemingly staring off into space while the other first years chattered around her. Most were fascinated or excited or nervous, but Harmony was bored. She couldn't believe she was standing around waiting to put on a ratty old hat that was supposed to tell her where she belonged. But she didn't need some stupid, gross hat to tell her that. She was going to Slytherin; she knew that without a question. Her parents, her older brother, and her sister were all in Slytherin, and there was no question she'd soon be joining them. So why she had to wait for these other stupid kids and probably get lice from that nasty hat was completely beyond her.
Some girl standing near her said something to her, breathless and excited. Harmony didn't listen and only just barely managed to refrain from rolling her eyes at the girl. "I don't know," she said vaguely, and looked away from the girl to resume her blank stare.
She thought she heard the annoying girl trying to speak to her again, but luckily, her name was called then, and she skipped over to the stool with her sweetest smile firmly planted on her face. She picked up the hat with the very tips of her thumb and index finger and gingerly lifted it to her head.
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Post by Sorting Hat on May 10, 2012 16:46:39 GMT -5
Slytherin.
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Post by Bartemius Crouch Jr. on May 24, 2012 17:13:07 GMT -5
Barty Jr fidgeted nervously with his new Hogwarts cloak. He felt awkward standing there with all the first years waiting to get sorted. He wondered what house he would be put it but didn't worry about it too much. He just wanted it all to be over with. He was nervous to be in front of everyone, however. He was glad he didn't have to wait long because his name was Crouch. When his name was finally called, he walked up to the stool slowly to avoid tripping over his robes, now noticing they were probably too long. He sat down then and resisted the urge to close his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at the faces staring back at him.
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Post by Sorting Hat on May 24, 2012 21:26:13 GMT -5
Slytherin.
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Evan Rosier
Fifth year[M:10]
ain't no rest for the wicked.
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Post by Evan Rosier on Jul 30, 2012 0:50:33 GMT -5
Evan stood still and silent in line, watching, not the sorting going on in front of him, but the table at the far end of the hall; the Slytherin table. Most of his family had been in Slytherin... and he shuddered to think what his Father would say if he turned out in, say, Hufflepuff. For the love of Merlin, a lot of them were muggle-borns!
As the list dwindled down, and Evan heard his name being called, he walked calmly toward the stool and sat down upon it, giving the sea of students a look of contempt before the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, and slid down over his eyes.
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Post by Sorting Hat on Jul 30, 2012 8:08:20 GMT -5
Slytherin.
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Post by Amira Belle Matthews on Sept 3, 2012 3:13:22 GMT -5
Amira was excited. Today was the day she was going to find out what house she was going to spend the next seven years. She was practically giddy with excitement. She didn't care what house she was placed in. Her family had been pretty spread out and she was lucky not to have any footsteps to follow. She waited patiently for her name to be called and bounced up to the stool where they put the hat on her head. It was the most important moment of her life.
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