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Wood'sLittleFlower · 09-05-2020, 01:02 AM

Diagon Alley and a wand? Check.
The Magical Express? Check.
First Year Boats? Check.
Meeting the Sorting Hat? ...

Matty was far from an anxious person, but his insides were wiggly, which... actually... was most likely due to excitement. For once, it wasn't just group excitement that rubbed off on him but actual genuine personal glee for the experience to come. With a big smile, he watched as one by one his friends and BEST friend (slash niece) were sorted into the same house.

GRYFFINDOR. GRYFFINDOR. GRYFFINDOR.
___Emmerson. _______Kinsay. _________Emma.

One after the other, after the other. It was almost like rapid fire in his mind even if there were plenty of names between them... Except for his and Emma's. Emma was just before him. RIDER, instead of RIDER-MAE. HE WAS READY.

"RIDER-MAE, MATTHEW."

Finally, they'd all be together like old times. Except not in diapers. Definitely not in diapers. Please. The girls and Sammy had been all together in primary school and he'd... well, mum had put him in Woldobo's like Coby. But!!!!!! he didn't care anymore!!! He wasn't ~~lowkey~~ upset anymore!!!! They were all gonna be together now and have all the sleepovers in their shared common room and he couldn't wait!!!

Quickly and carefully (!!!) he made himself comfortable on the stool and before he knew it, the magical hat was nestled comfortably on his soft brown hair.

He didn't even have to think about it, he knew where he was supposed to go and he was just waiting for the hat to--

"SLYTHERIN!"

"WHAT?"

hahahaeshfahsdhhahahaaha. Very funny. Matty normally didn't get mad ~~and he was BIG MAD.~~ But this? This wasn't funny. SURI had been a Slytherin. ~~And maybe a younger Matthew had associated Slytherin with the monster in the closet version of Suri.~~ He wasn't Slytherin. No. Not funny.

In a rather hushed, sharp whisper, "You meant Gryffindor. The red one." Surely.

"Slytherin," it insisted. "recklessly brave does not suit you, young Matthew, for you are not chasing fame and glory." ~~Spoilers much???~~ "I don't-" Did it matter? "Can't I just-" be with my friends... As much as it PAINED him not to insist it, he wasn't much for arguing. ~~And maybe his interest was piqued somewhere deep under that giant mound of disappointment.~~ Especially not with authority. An ancient magical hat had plenty of authority over him..... probably.....

"okay..." please don't let Hogwarts make him the monster in someone else's closet.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat repeated in a final shout as the young boy made his way to the Slytherin table, head hung low.

Good luck, Sam.

09-05-2020, 01:02 AM	#15 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,958 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Graduated	Ern's Walmart Greeter Diagon Alley and a wand? Check. The Magical Express? Check. First Year Boats? Check. Meeting the Sorting Hat? ... Matty was far from an anxious person, but his insides were wiggly, which... actually... was most likely due to excitement. For once, it wasn't just group excitement that rubbed off on him but actual genuine personal glee for the experience to come. With a big smile, he watched as one by one his friends and BEST friend (slash niece) were sorted into the same house. GRYFFINDOR. GRYFFINDOR. GRYFFINDOR. ___Emmerson. _______Kinsay. _________Emma. One after the other, after the other. It was almost like rapid fire in his mind even if there were plenty of names between them... Except for his and Emma's. Emma was just before him. RIDER, instead of RIDER-MAE. HE WAS READY. "RIDER-MAE, MATTHEW." Finally, they'd all be together like old times. Except not in diapers. Definitely not in diapers. Please. The girls and Sammy had been all together in primary school and he'd... well, mum had put him in Woldobo's like Coby. But!!!!!! he didn't care anymore!!! He wasn't ~~lowkey~~ upset anymore!!!! They were all gonna be together now and have all the sleepovers in their shared common room and he couldn't wait!!! Quickly and carefully (!!!) he made himself comfortable on the stool and before he knew it, the magical hat was nestled comfortably on his soft brown hair. He didn't even have to think about it, he knew where he was supposed to go and he was just waiting for the hat to-- "SLYTHERIN!" *"WHAT?"* hahahaeshfahsdhhahahaaha. Very funny. Matty normally didn't get mad ~~and he was BIG MAD.~~ But this? This wasn't funny. SURI had been a Slytherin. ~~And maybe a younger Matthew had associated Slytherin with the monster in the closet version of Suri.~~ He wasn't Slytherin. No. Not funny. In a rather hushed, sharp whisper, "You meant Gryffindor. The red one." Surely. "Slytherin," it insisted. "recklessly brave does not suit you, young Matthew, for you are not chasing fame and glory." ~~Spoilers much???~~ "I don't-" Did it matter? "Can't I just-" be with my friends... As much as it PAINED him not to insist it, he wasn't much for arguing. ~~And maybe his interest was piqued somewhere deep under that giant mound of disappointment.~~ Especially not with authority. An ancient magical hat had plenty of authority over him..... probably..... "okay..." please don't let Hogwarts make him the monster in someone else's closet. "SLYTHERIN!" the hat repeated in a final shout as the young boy made his way to the Slytherin table, head hung low. Good luck, Sam. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e