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**Wilber Winterbottom** · #1 (**permalink**) 12-27-2022, 12:45 AM

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.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-01-2026, 11:23 AM

“Baek, Ji-Ho!”

The eleven year old’s ears perked up. It was his turn! The time was finally here! It was simply different from how Baek pictured it. Sure, the setting was accurate - the incoming first years, the overall nervous and excited energy from them, the agonionising wait, being in front of the entire school… but he found that he was more plagued with anticipation and happiness about the prospect of being Sorted. In other words, nervousness took a back seat.

Baek mumbled a few ‘excuse me’s as he hurried out of the line, scooped up the Hat with gentleness and sat to be Sorted. He wished his eomeoni could be present for this moment. Oh well. He’d just have to write to her in great detail about his experience.

“Hmmm,” the Hat’s voice began, quite startling poor Baek. There was a hearty chuckle from it. “Not to worry, you’re in safe hands. Though I have none!”

It was his turn to chuckle, his hands clasped neatly in his lap.

“Ah, I see lots of patience. Lots and lots of it. A strong determination to always be as fair as possible to everyone you come in contact with.”

Baek tilted his head just a smidge, careful not to let the Hat tilt in such a manner that it would be jostled from its resting spot over his head and eyes. He had already read up on the traits of the Houses and knew exactly which those belonged to.

Another chuckle. “I see there’s a small degree of thirst for knowledge. And for that you’re willing to put in the hard work. Yes, I know just where to place you…

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

The last word almost ruptured Baek’s eardrum, but he was grinning as he pulled off the Hat. Before he knew it, he was making his way to House Table.

Felixir · 09-01-2026, 03:12 PM

Honestly, thank Merlin's favourite speedos that 'Bellaire' was listed so high alphabetically. Brom knew if he had some name like 'Zebedyzane' or whatever that he'd end up so restless and fidgety as to bring shame upon his family name. Or something. As it was, there was only some minor movement as he rocked lightly back and forth on his feet, waiting impatiently for this monumental moment.

There were no nerves. Brom had thought long and hard about it and decided that he didn't really mind where he ended up, except that maybe it didn't sound very Live Love Laugh to be housed down in the dungeons. But his mother had been a Slytherin, so being put in her house would be pretty neat whichever way you sliced it. Though he wasn't really expecting that to happen.

So yeah. No nerves. Only excitement and a feeling of great anticipation. Oh how he hoped he wouldn't be one of those who was sorted instantly, so he actually got to savour the experience with the Hat. But also, oh how he also hoped he wasn't a dreaded Hatstall, who kept the whole school waiting an extra five minutes before they could get on with the feast. Can you imagine? Nightmare. Way to make friends, champ.

"Bellaire, Brom."

Perking up instantly at the mention of his name, Brom stepped towards the stool in what he hoped very much was a saunter, but was really far too eager for anyone to call it such. He sat himself down, the Hat was lowered onto his head, and he waited.

Hmm.

Excellent. First obstacle dealt with. He was making it think. No instant sorting for this kid. Straightening up on the stool, Brom tried hard to think 'definitely not a Hatstall' thoughts.

Let me see. A thirst to prove yourself, an ambition to achieve, though you lack certain qualities to really see it through...

Okay. Rude. Brom frowned at the inside of the Hat, but didn't interrupt. Because he wasn't rude, unlike some fabrics.

Yes, it's clear to me that you are plenty bold, that's interesting, so maybe... hmm, no. Not quite. A thirst for knowledge here too, but again...

This wasn't sounding good. Like, way to kick a kid right in the self-esteem. The Hat was also sounding dangerously close to indecision, the kind that could keep someone sat here for five unrelenting minutes. Brom gripped the sides of the stool and resisted the urge to take a peek at his watch, though he'd neglected to do that before he took this seat, so wouldn't have a very accurate reference point.

The Hat gave a sort of chuckle. This just in: Hats can laugh.

Not to worry, I think I know where to put you. Gryffindor might be a good fit, yes, you'd make real friends there. In fact, you'd not be out of place in Ravenclaw or Slytherin either. You have some daring, though it's limited and conditional. You are loyal, though perhaps to a fault. You want to learn, though it is not your real priority. You have ambitions, and determination, but what you truly value, well, that tells us our answer. Yes, I'm quite sure. You belong in...

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Brom heard the last word shouted to the Great Hall, and gave a great sigh of relief as the Hat was removed from his head. Not a Hatstall. Couldn't have been more than, what, two minutes? He'd take that. He'd had his Genuine Hogwarts Experience.

And now... realisation hit him, and a tiny, Hufflepuffily evil grin spread across his face. He hopped off the stool and made for his new house table, ready to claim a seat right by his big sister. She'd escaped him for a full year, but no longer.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-01-2026, 08:57 PM

“PATTERSON, CIARA!”

Oh. My. GOODNESS!!!

Her time to shine was finally here!

Ciara exited the line in which she stood with grace and deliberation. Her walk to the Sorting Hat continued in that manner, and just before she sat, she caught a lovely glimpse of the occupants of the four House tables staring in her direction. Surely Tiana and Connor would be hoping she got placed in either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. Cee herself was hoping for Slytherin - only because her daddy was once a member of that House. Sorry, Tyler. And sorry mum - she couldn’t see herself as a Hufflepuff.

The freckled-face girl allowed the Hat to be placed on her head. It couldn’t fall below her forehead due to her thick and healthy curly hair.

Right. Down to business.

“Slytherin, please.” It was a simple request, was it not?

“Ah, but is it? Let me take a look. You would make a lovely Hufflepuff, you know. There is loyalty there, fair play… even if you don’t show it.”

Cee remained silent, a hint of grumpiness rising in her chest. Nope, she did not wish to be placed in Hufflepuff.

“I do see a particularly strong will to succeed in whatever you do. There is a high degree of self-preservation too. Taking into consideration your choice, better be -

SLYTHERIN!

With a smug expression, the first year hopped to her feet, quite forgetting the earlier grace, to speed off to her House table.

All was right with the world.

love-for-HP · 09-02-2026, 12:03 AM

Abner was more nervous than he thought he'd be. His mom and auntie and told him already all about what to expect on the sorting. He knew of the sorting hat and of all the houses. Though his dad was a muggle, his auntie (dad's sister was a witch) and that's how his mom met his dad. But why that story of all was what was running through his head at this exact moment was a whole other story.

It's like his brain couldn't think what to think so it was relying on old stories.

"Quigley, Abner"

He had heard his name, and jolted up, knocking into someone on the way. With a quick apology and not even a turn around to see who it was, AJ took his seat and placed the hat on his head.

"Ah, you are quick to action young lad. But you are indeed loyal to a fault" AJ smiled, well that was rather true, he recalled the past summer when him and neighbor boy had gotten into some trouble.

"You are a rather odd mix. Where to put you?" It was like the hat was asking him where to be put. He didn't know, Hufflepuff seemed nice, but he did not want to be in Slytherin. "Not Slytherin?" Could the hat read his mind?? His mom never said anything about that!!!

"Well then it better be HUFFLEPUFF"

The hat shouted the last word to the entire hall. Smiling and taking the hat off, AJ turned to find his house.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-02-2026, 06:39 AM

“Dreamer, Devad!”

Dev, feeling a tad nervous, jumped when he heard his name. He had been lost in thoughts about auditioning for the Hogwarts Orchestra which - admittedly - was far more important to him than the Sorting. His thoughts had been focused on which piece to audition with. Should it be Mendelssohn? Brahms? That decision would just have to be set on the backburner for now.

He walked briskly to the Hat. Just before it was lowered over his head {and eyes}, he caught a glimpse of Diallo at the Slytherin table. It would be nice if he could join his older brother there, but Dev wasn’t fussy about which House he was placed in.

“Plenty to sift through in this head and mind of yours I see,’’ a voice said in his ears. “My, my. There’s certainly a vast amount of creativity and originality here.”

This didn’t surprise Devad since he played the cello. He sometimes got creative with his pieces, both the ones he covered and his originals. Did this mean he could be placed in Ravenclaw?

“Hmmm. That’s an excellent question, young Dreamer. You are a recipe for a Ravenclaw: wit, intelligence, a willingness to learn. All signs point to…

RAVENCLAW!”
This was more than okay with Dev! He leapt up, and after returning the hat, made his way for his fellow Ravenclaws.

Felixir · 09-02-2026, 10:52 AM

The recent change of his name was unlikely to disrupt his place in the Sorting line-up - Stemp was not far from Spurling, after all - but Ivor found himself fixated on the matter nevertheless. This was practically the first time his new full name - well, forename and surname - was to be used on him, and anticipating it was strange in a way he couldn't quite place. That strangeness was something he wanted to get over quickly, as he'd heard many of the teachers here often referred to students by their last names.

He listened carefully for Lilah's family name, though even if he had managed to somehow forget, his first name was unique enough that he'd be unlikely to miss it.

Familiar faces scattered the Hall. Not just his... family members, but old faces from Stemp House. Wherever Ivor was Sorted, he was likely to recognise at least one person at the table. Not that it mattered. Even when he was living there, his interactions with the other kids were thin on the ground, on account of the fact that that was exactly how he'd liked it.

Standing tall and straight, Ivor waited as they began working through the S names. Any moment now...

"Stemp, Ivor."

Without any hesitation, Ivor stepped up to the stool and took his place. People were looking. This had better not take long.

The Hat was lowered onto his head, but it had barely brushed his curls when...

"SLYTHERIN!"

He barely waited for the Hat to be lifted back up again before he was on his feet and heading for the house decked out in green and silver. All in all, Ivor couldn't have said he was surprised.

Deezerz · 09-03-2026, 03:08 AM

Xelene Paloma Baltazar-Dos Santos had been looking forward to this moment for ages. Her older siblings, Serena and Xavier, had both gone through the Sorting ceremony, as well as her many, many cousins, and they all had agreed it had been a life changing moment. More or less for others. Houses were a big deal, and there was such a thing as landing the wrong house. Her cousin Violeta had said that and a few other cousins. Serena had reassured Xelene that it didn’t matter what house she got sorted into, their family will still love her and she will still be their baby forever. Xavier simply reminded her that Mum and Dad, and he and Serena were all Slytherin. So she had to be one, too.

All of these thoughts running through her mind made her a little nervous. What if she didn't get sorted into Slytherin? She was so sure she would be, though.

Her crystal blue eyes darted nervously towards Angel. She should have felt lucky her cousin was here, too, but he seemed so…so…chill. His family was Slytherin, too. Wasn’t he concerned he might be sorted into another house?

“Dos Santos, Xelene.”

She almost missed her mark. Angel nudged his arm to her and whispered good luck. Giving him a small smile, she straightened up and tilted her chin up. This was an appropriate time to channel her big sister.

Sitting on the stool, she let out a breath as she felt the hat placed on her head.

Expecting words from the Sorting Hat, Xelene was left a bit mystified when it chuckled instead. “Another one,” it said a moment later, “but not the same. Where the first was fire, the second chaos, the third is a dove.” Another low rumble of a chuckle.

“GRYFFINDOR!!!”

What. The. Heck.

As if in a trance, she hopped off the stool and then forced her legs towards the red and gold house. The colors were going to clash with her outfits.

ArianaBlack · 09-03-2026, 05:17 AM

The Great Hall was damp, loud, and cold, but Asena Kaplan refused to look anything less than radiant. While the other transfer students fidgeted in their oversized robes, Asena stood at the front of the hall with her chin tipped high and her hands tucked neatly into her sleeves to hide the slight tremor in her fingers. She had spent the entire train ride rehearsing this walk, perfecting this look, cementing her story. She would not let these soggy Scottish school children see any cracks in her armor, nor would she give them a single reason to pity her.

"Kaplan, Asena."

The hall fell quiet at her name, but Asena smoothed her robes and stepped toward the stool. She sat, keeping her spine straight and her eyes locked firmly ahead, ignoring the sea of staring faces.

The moment the leather rim touched her dark hair, Asena flinched, pulling her shoulders tight. "Don't touch me," she snapped instantly in her head. "Just put me where I belong and get this thing off my head."

"My, my," the dry, ancient voice echoed directly behind her eyes, making her jaw clench. "A sharp mind, a fiercer tongue, and a wall built so very high. You carry quite a storm with you, Miss Kaplan."

"What would you know," Asena shot back, her internal voice rising in a defensive, rapid-fire way. Why was she wasting her time arguing with a hat? This is ridiculous. What a strange tradition. She sat quietly, patience wearing thin. "Give me a house that wins. A place of power. Somewhere worthy," she thought.

"You need a home that will stand by you. You need those who value loyalty, honesty, and a fierce, unyielding heart."

No—

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

As the Great Hall erupted into cheers, Asena sat frozen for a fraction of a second. Her lips slightly parted in sheer disbelief.... Hufflepuff?

With what little remained of her composure, she lifted the hat from her head, tossed her hair over her shoulder to mask the burning in her cheeks, and stood up. Chin held high, she marched toward the Hufflepuff table.

Deezerz · 09-04-2026, 02:18 AM

Angel was trying to ignore Xelene. She was all tense and nervous-looking, and it was getting a bit contagious. Okay, okay, he’ll admit he’s been feeling nervous since his family dropped him off at the train station, but he just went from an American public school to a boarding school overseas! Sure, he’s grown up with the promise of one day going to the legendary school of Hogwarts and becoming a full fledged wizard, but the more he thought about it now, it kind of sucked that his friends were now living the life in middle school while he was here. Alone. Well, he had Xelene but it wasn’t the same. She wasn’t one of his boys and she wasn’t his any of his soccer teammates.

A dormant part of him thrilled with the thought of finally getting the chance to learn to cast magic, though. He was most excited for Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts. Angel would make sure to hold on to that little ray of excitement to make it through tonight. All he had to do was pass the sorting. Just as his sister Violeta had said, don’t get sorted into Ravenclaw. Apparently their dad wouldn’t be happy about that.

“Escalante, Angel!”

Stepping forward and taking his spot, Angel just had the time to peer up at the Sorting Hat when it yelled, “SLYTHERIN!!!”

Huh. That easy? It didn’t even read his mind or converse with him. Angel couldn’t help feeling that was a little rude. Why didn’t it ask him things or verify all of his ambitious traits?

Shrugging his shoulders in acceptance, he slid off the stool and went to join his new housemates. It wouldn’t do to clutch the Sorting Hat to his head and ask it all the questions he had.

SilverTiger · Today, 01:51 AM

Everything up until now had been leading toward this. At least, all the stories Annika Owens-Byrne had begged from mostly her mum had led toward this. She could’ve asked her dad too, probably, but mum was around more. Theoretically, anyway. It wasn’t like mum hadn’t taken her on some of her work trips after all, so there’d been time. Time enough since she’d gotten her letter from Hogwarts, anyway, instead of any of the other schools she might have gone to (She knew Aunt Juliana had gone to Beauxbatons after all, although Minty had come here. So she probably could’ve asked her cousin too, but anyway…) She was here now, waiting for her name to be called for Sorting.

She had once again been singing an Aria Chase-Byrd song in her head as she’d waited. So many people were getting called up to the stool before her. It was something to pass the time while she perused the view from the front of the hall. Which table do I want to join?, she mused in between lyrics, while outside her head they were apparently working through the Ms and Ns of the group of kids being sorted. She found the fact there weren’t just other first years waiting rather fascinating.

“Owens-Byrne, Annika!”

Oh, they must’ve gotten through the people before her. Annika took a second to center herself, then approached the stool and perched on it, rather deliberately holding her head tall as the hat was lowered onto it. To show that she meant business. To whom, she didn’t exactly know, but she wanted whoever to know it.

“So certain, hmm. I do remember your surname…”

The voice had startled her, but Annika tilted her head. “Which surname?”, she replied, curious. She had two, after all. But the voice didn’t respond aside from some vague sounds that made it seem like it was thinking.

“You’re very like your mother, you know,” it finally said, after what seemed like minutes but probably wasn’t close. That wasn’t exactly an answer, but Annika held back on pointing that out. She figured it probably knew that anyway. Magic hat and all.

“SLYTHERIN!”

Okay, that was what it meant. Sounded good enough to her, so she slipped off the stool once the hat was removed and skipped over to the table under the green banners.

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