Holy mother of mine. Seth thought to himself as he awed The Great Hall, followed by the floating candles. He didn't expect this much fanciness. Yet again it was Hogwarts, after all.

His hands began to get clamy, nerves boiling up inside of him. He wanted to so desperately be in the house, his father wanted.

"Seth Ubel Aguirre!" The Sorting Hat, called out.

Seth clutched his fists and slowly walked towards the hat. His heart was beating like a drum, while his feet felt like tangling up with each other. As he slowly and gently sat on the stool, to await his future.

"Hello.Hello!"

Seth raised his eyebrow and made a face, symbolizing how weird he found the hat.

"Hmmm. I sense a fiery bravery, hidden within."

Seth's eyes widened "Ohhh no you don't..." he mumbled.

"He seeks knowledge and a thirst for power. And the way he'll reach it, is through acts of valor. So I say...."

Seth began trembling with nerves.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The Sorting Hat, made its decision.

"Gry-....Gryf-" Seth's eyes rolled to the back of his head, before the room began spinning. His body laid on the ground.

He had fainted!

After a couple of seconds to a minute, he gained consciousness and stood up once again.