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Start-of-Term FeastThe time has come to say HELLO to another year at Hogwarts! Enjoy a great meal and good conversation with friends before classes in the morning!
If you are a first year or a transfer student, the time has now come for you to discover in which of the Hogwarts Houses you belong. After waiting in the Entrance Hall for what seems like forever, you are invited inside to stand beside the dais at the front of the dining room. Hundreds of eyes follow you as you make your way forward. Up above, the ceiling reflects the night sky as candles float above your head. An old, mangy hat awaits on a stool.
Once all is silent, the hat bellows out its annual song, telling all there is to know about the four Houses in a brief amount of time. The Sorting Ceremony then begins with the hat being picked up and a name being called. One by one, names are said in alphabetical order by surname. One by one, your peers are claimed as a Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, or a Slytherin. Where will the Sorting Hat place you? That is the question everyone in the room is asking as you now sit upon the stool and the hat is placed on the top of your head.
OOC: You may role-play for the Sorting Hat, but please do not get carried away with your portrayal. If you are role-playing sortings for more than one character, you may include all characters in the same post, or post them separately. This thread only will make an exception for posting multiple times in a row.
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"POTTER, ELOY!"
This was it!
His moment was here!
El bounded forward, though at the same time he took great care in putting one foot ahead of the other. It wouldn’t do to trip over himself at this point in life, which he deemed to be one of much importance. It also would do no good if he slid off this stool… which was why El ensured his behind was firmly planted on it for now. Soon enough, he was staring into nothingness - because his vision had gone completely black the moment the Hat had been placed over his head, and in turn, his eyes.
“Well, well. Who do we have here? Another Potter, eh?”
“Mhmm,” the firstie thought, doing his best to be patient.
“Imaptient, I see. Fear not, dear boy. Soon you’ll find out where you belong. Let’s see. I see lots of chivalry. Determination as well. And curiosity!”
El thought that he was about to be placed into either Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw but the Hat continued.
“Above all, I see daring, courage and recklessness. Some advice? Do your best to hone in any recklessness that may come over you. That being said, you belong in…
GRYFFINDOR!”
“Thank you for the words of wisdom,’’ the freshly Sorted boy remarked, lifting the Hat from his head. He wasn’t that reckless, was he? Meh… that was a thought for another time. Presently, he just was eager to get to his House table!
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The wait was worse than anything else.
Not the moving countries ― aside from the food.
Not the new school ― the people he had met thus far had been pretty dope.
Not even the whole British money makes no sense situation ― though the girl who had tried to teach him had been...a little terrifying.
No, it was this. Standing in the Great Hall, shifting his weight from foot to foot while a hundred strangers sized him up like he was about to put on a show. That's where CJ started to feel it. Too bad this Sorting thing didn't happen out on the field — sorry, the PITCH — because if he were on a broom right now? Easy. No problem. This? This felt like a very real chance of eating it face-first in front of the entire school.
"Okay," he muttered under his breath, rolling his shoulders once, then twice. "Totally normal. Super chill. Just a hat."
A talking, mind-reading hat — but sure. Just a hat.
He tipped his head back, gaze snagging instantly on the enchanted ceiling. His whole face shifted — genuine awe breaking through the nerves for a hot minute, mouth parting slightly as he tracked the illusion overhead...
"— oh — yep, go time," he mumbled, snapping back as the line lurched forward without him. He shuffled up to catch it, nearly bumping into the person ahead before sidestepping at the last second like he meant to do that.
Candles floated overhead. Students filled the tables. Every single one of them seemed to be watching and, despite his best efforts, he couldn’t pick out a single familiar face in the crowd.
Cool. Cool, cool, cool.
CJ rocked once on his heels near the back of the group, hands diving into his pockets before immediately coming back out again, then hovering awkwardly at his sides like he'd forgotten what they were for. He rubbed his palms against his robes, adjusted his sleeve, then ran both hands through his chestnut mop and fluffed his curls. He wasn't short by any means, but stuck in a cluster of first years... he felt like a full-grown tree that had somehow wandered into a garden bed.
Then—
"Miller, Cyrus Jamison Miles!"
"Oh — yeah, that's me — hi—” he answered automatically, already moving before the words had fully left his mouth. He slipped through the crowd with quick, loose steps, throwing in an easy grin — and, for reasons unknown even to him, double armed waves to the entire Great Hall like he'd just been introduced on stage.
Just committing to the bit.
He reached the stool, turned, nearly missed it entirely, corrected before he ate it, and finally dropped into place with a small bounce like the bench had surprised him for actually being there.
The hat dropped over his head—
—and suddenly, everything went quiet.
CJ blinked.
"…hi?" he tried.
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A soft chuckle echoed through his mind.
Polite. Bit scattered. Very familiar, though…
Ah. Miller. Yes — I remember that name.
CJ straightened a fraction under the brim
"Good things," he swallowed, "I hope."
Depends on your definition of "good."
His mouth twitched, somewhere between a grin and 'yeah, that tracks.' The silence that followed made him suddenly veeeeeeeeeeery aware of how loud his own thoughts probably were.
Your father — Gryffindor. Heart on his sleeve, that one. Never quite knew what to do with it, but he felt everything. Loudly.
CJ let out a soft huff through his nose, something warm sparking in his chest despite himself. His foot tapped once against the leg of the stool before he stilled it.
"Yeah," he murmured with a crooked smile. "That sounds about right."
And your mother…
Slytherin.
No hesitation. No wasted motion.
Knew exactly who she was and where she was going. Terrifyingly efficient.
"…also checks out."
And you—
The words lingered, stretching just long enough to make him fidget—fingers curling lightly against the edge of the stool, then releasing, then curling again while he began to sway back and forth like one of those tiny birds listen to an absolute jam.
Not quite one, not quite the other. But perhaps much more one than the other.
He leaned forward a fraction without meaning to.
"Like...how a lemon is no quiet a bean, and a bean not quite a lemon, but both are a plant so they are like the other?"
You don't fear the spotlight—but you don’t need it either. You chase the moment. The feeling of it. Movement, momentum, instinct…
There's bravery here — but not the polished kind. Not the kind that plans. Yours jumps first and figures it out on the way down.
"You didn't answer my question… and that feels a little targeted," CJ winced.
You could do well in Slytherin, you know. There's ambition in you — you just haven't decided what to do with it yet.
CJ tipped his head slightly, the brim shifting with him as he considered that — one hand lifting like he might gesture before remembering, right, hat. He probably shouldn't knock it off while it was in the middle of doing him a favor.
"Yeah, but that sounds like…" he trailed, making a vague circling motion with his fingers anyway, "…a lot of planning."
It is.
He let his hand drop immediately.
"…yeah, nah."
You want to live, don’t you? Not just think. Not just plan. Not just follow. You want the jump, the rush, the story after.
His fingers stilled and the restless energy took a break for once.
"...yeah."
The Hat hummed, satisfied.
Then I know exactly where to put you.
BETTER BE... GRYFFINDOR!
CJ blinked as the Great Hall came crashing back all at once — sound slamming into him in a tidal wave.
" — oh — okay — yeah!" he laughed, a little breathless, shoving the hat up and off his head as he pushed to his feet, grin breaking wide across his face.
He hopped down from the stool with a light bounce, landing a little too quick and needing half a step to steady before turning it into forward momentum. He cut toward the Gryffindor table through the remaining crowd of student left to be sorted, shoulders brushing past someone and a quick 'sorry — hi —thanks —' tossed over his shoulder without easing up.
"Yoooo — Griffin's Door — let's goooo," he cheered, fist pump and all, before he became just another set of crimson trimmed robes in the crowd.
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With her hand gripping Tylers she stood, and stared out over the big Great Hall along with the other first years waiting to be sorted. Hundreds upon hundreds of students were all looking at HER. Nervous, Tiana tugged her wet robes down after an unplanned dip in the lake, and took another step closer to her twinbrother. This new place, and its people scared her. The mesmerizing enchanted ceiling, floating house banners, and candles were though good distractions.
"Patterson, Tiana Zendaya!"
Giving Tyler's hand a last squeeze, and after a long glance Tiana reluctantly pulled her hand free from her brother's and walked through the crowd of first years to the center of the dias. Yes, nervous. Taking a seat on the stool, without toppling over she didn't even get a chance to get her bearings before the hat fell down over her eyes, and everything went dark.
"Another Patterson...Interesting. It wasn't long ago I sorted your brother Connor into the house of eagles. You've got other qualities?"
Straightening under the hat, Tiana responded quickly blurting out her words in haste, and sudden fear. "Hi , is that bad? I want a house..any house...i don't want to be not sorted....."
Laughing merrily the hat said "No fear my dear, I have never failed to sort anyone, and I'm not about to start now. I see brightness, lots of courage but also kindness, and a curious mind a bit unlike Connor. But also a love for plants."
It seemed like the talking hat saw straight through her, which was frightening but also accurate.
"Shall I put you in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor? You'd have a bright future in both houses."
"I am fiercly protective of my brother, and I do face situations head on even if they scare me." Tiana chimed in, it had to count for something.
The hat went silent for what felt like very long moments before it announced loudly to the whole hall and made it ring in Tiana's ears. "GRYFFINDOR!" To loud cheers she pulled off the hat, and hopped off the stool, and towards her new house. Tiana hoped that Tyler would soon join her there.
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"POTEN-PETTISE, SAINA!"
With dainty gracefulness that masked her nerves, Saina stepped forward. She wasn't quite comfortable with the fact that all eyes - or most of them - would be on her. So she did her best to pretend that the Great Hall was empty. This became much easier when the Sorting Hat was placed on her head; the thing slipped right down and covered her eyes. Even if it hadn't, Sai was quite prepared to sit there with her eyes tightly squeezed shut to avoid having to gaze at anyone.
“Ah, Ms. Poten-Pettise. I remember, as though it were yesterday, when I Sorted your brother. But this is not about him. Let's take a look at what I find in here...”
The Hat was quite right; this was not about Tòmas but it did warm her already warm heart that her brother had been mentioned. Could she be a Gryffindor like him?
“A very good question. There is certainly nerve and daringness present. But I see much more, so many more qualities that outshine those.”
Sai's shoulders slumped slightly; it was definitely not safe to say she would be placed in Gryffindor. Then those shoulders lifted again as she drew confidence from the fact that all Houses were remarkable in their own way.
“Quite right you are. The Houses are each honourable. But for you, my dear, I see a curious mind. Intelligence, wisdom. Yes, the decision has already been made for you…
RAVENCLAW!”
There was a gasp from Saina, which was rendered inaudible due to the thunderous applause echoing around the Hall. A Ravenclaw like her daddy! Simply spectacular! She really was her father's princess through and through. Beaming, she now hurried to join her House.
The hat smelled faintly of dust and something older - like stories that had been told too many times and still refused to fade. Lorna barely had time to register that before it dropped over her eyes, the Great Hall disappearing into darkness as the brim slipped low.
For a second - nothing. Just the distant echo of voices, muffled now, like they belonged to another room entirely.
And then - Well, well.
The voice wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. It settled somewhere behind her thoughts, threading through them like it had always been there. This is interesting.
Lorna didn’t flinch. If anything, her first instinct was curiosity. “Hi,” she thought back, because - why not.
There was a pause. Not silence exactly. More like something shifting its attention fully onto her.
Oh, you’re one of those.
A flicker of amusement passed through her, quick and easy. “Oh?”
Another pause. Longer this time.
Yes, the Hat hummed, quieter now, more thoughtful. You don’t resist much, do you? You… move with things. Adjust. Adapt.
Images flickered - not quite memories, not quite imagination. Laughter in places that didn’t last. Music threading through everything. The feeling of slipping into new spaces and making them fit.
But not everything, it added, sharper now. No. There are lines here. Something shifted again - deeper this time, like the Hat was turning her over in its thoughts, examining from different angles.
There’s confidence here, the Hat went on, almost to itself. Not loud. Not demanding. But steady. You know what you are - and more importantly, what you are not willing to become.
That rules out a few things.
She smiled, faintly, unseen beneath the brim. “Good to know.”
A low, thoughtful hum followed.
There’s warmth in you, it said next, softer. Real warmth. You make space for others without losing your own shape. That’s rarer than you think.
The words settled.
Not heavy.
Just… true.
And loyalty, it added, almost as an afterthought - but it lingered longer than anything else had. Not the loud, declaring kind. The quiet sort. The kind that stays. The kind that doesn’t need to be seen to be real.
Something in her chest shifted at that. “But?” she prompted lightly, because it felt like there was one coming.
The Hat almost sounded amused again. But you could go elsewhere, it admitted. There’s independence here. A refusal to be shaped.
There was a pause then. Weighing. Considering.
The tone changed - not dramatic, not sudden. Just… settled. Like something had clicked into place.You don’t need to stand apart to be yourself, it said finally. You don’t need to prove it, either.
You’ll do best where that warmth is valued. Where you can grow without being taken from. Where connection doesn’t come at the cost of ownership.
A quiet finality settled in.
Yes…
And then, out loud:
“HUFFLEPUFF!”
The word landed, clear and certain, and something in her expression shifted -not surprise, not resistance. Just a small, almost amused acceptance, like it made sense in a way she didn’t feel the need to question.
“Okay,” she said under her breath, lips curving faintly.
That tracked.
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