The wait in the entrance hall had made him even more nervous. It was almost a relief when the great hall's doors opened and the first years were ushered inside. Glad to be moving again, Wolfie glossed over the house tables and found himself staring, open mouthed right up at the enchanted ceiling.

Already he was looking for familiar flickering pin pricks; it looked so much like the star charts in one of his mother's books.

It took a second calling of his name before he realised it was his turn to put the sorting hat on. A gulp later he sat down and felt the hat's brim around his ears as it dipped over his glasses. Silently, eyes wandering and glancing below where there was still light, he waited for the voice he knew would come.

'Wolfric Nott, mmm. Your mother did well while she was here.. I see, you are quite prepared.. and keen to get started with learning.' It was alarming, he had to admit.. an independent voice in his own head! 'Where do you think I should be?', Wolfie ventured, testing the hat and was surprised to hear its response: 'He values the opinion of those much wiser, very good'. It seemed like the hat was speaking to itself despite his thoughts, deliberating out loud, which got Wolfie wondering.. "SLYTHERIN!" He couldn't help but smile, the hat had outwitted him but nevertheless Wolfie made his way to the Slytherin table, his smile shrinking to a plain expression as he took a seat nodding to the approving house but sitting away from anyone. His tummy grumbled and he sighed at the empty plates.