You hop off the train, and look up at the school towering above you. Your first year at Hogwarts has officially begun. You enter through the main gates and are amazed at the sights set before you; there are floating candles, towering ceilings, moving painting and wonder galore. Truly, this is a magical time in your life.
“All first years to the sorting hat!” You hear a shrill shriek coming from your right, a female professor around the age of fifty is trying to direct the first years. Some tough looking sixth year students are accepting baggage and getting ready to take it to your given dorm. You place your baggage in with the rest of the students’ and thank the students. Afterwards you’re taken to the center of the dining hall where the headmaster and the sorting hat sit.
DianaSpoiler (click to show/hide):
You find yourself ready to go and get sorted, you walk up to the front of the crowd, greeting people, but kindly pushing your way past them before locking eyes with the hat. Which is not something you pictured yourself doing, but alas, thus is the life of magic.
“Diana, come here.” The hat calls in its raspy tone, it seems to be eager to sort you first of all. So you walk towards the hat and sit down in front of it. The headmaster places it on your head and you hear a chuckling from above you. “Hufflepuff cut and dry, that is, unless you don’t think so?” The hat asks you.
EndaSpoiler (click to show/hide):
You find yourself standing at the back of the crowd, staring as each student gets sorted, first a Hufflepuff then a Slytherin, thirdly a Gryffindor. You find your excitement growing, your mind wandering to the possibilities of which house you could be put in and where that will lead you.
“I sense a Ravenclaw in its truest sense. Come here girl.” You know he is speaking of you so you come forward, others whispering under their breath. The headmaster places the hat on your head. “You should already be in fifth year, if it were up to me.” The hat mutters under its breath, “Ravenclaw!” It exclaims before pausing and adding: “unless you think me a fool?”
ZaliSpoiler (click to show/hide):
You hand off your baggage to the fifth year’s and by the time you make your way to the circle of students, you have already heard the sorting hat sort someone as a Hufflepuff. You calmly, but quickly push your way to the front of the circle to observe the goings on of the sorting ritual.
“I spy a Mekemo, where is she?” The sorting hat asks the headmaster, he peers out under his greying hair for who the hat spoke of; you decide to make it easy for him.
“Names Zali, I’m right here.” You say walking forward, this catches the attention of some of the older students, they must’ve heard of your parents. You allow the headmaster to place the hat atop your head and before long it glances back in the headmaster’s direction.
“She’s a Slytherin, true as the night itself. That is, unless this young one think I’m wrong?”
AbbySpoiler (click to show/hide):
You see a Hufflepuff and Slytherin have been sorted after helping a few other students with their luggage. You move to the back of the group as your tall enough to see over a few heads a discern the sorting hat, it looks awfully cruel, but wise at the same time.
"Abby, where are you Abby? I can sense a brave presence in the crowd, come forth if you're who I speak of." The Sorting Hat decreed. You step forward into the center of the group, as does another Abby. You glance at each other awkwardly for your sure it is you who has made the mistake and she is the same. "You're both Gryffindor, I don't need to ride atop your head to know that. Unless you think I'm mistaken?"
Gwendolyn Spoiler (click to show/hide):
A few people have been sorted at this point and you begin to get anxious, better to get the process done with so you can get to your room and unpack. "Sorting hat, what am I?" You exclaim, turning a few heads, the sorting hats' as well.
"Hmm... Well that is a fair question, a bold statement, but one made in the essence of convenience and preserving time. I'd say Gryiffindor or Ravenclaw. Which do you prefer?" The hat asks you.