Minerva watched as the other students were sorted one by one. As it started getting closer to her name to be called she could feel herself becoming sick. She was so nervous to be in front of all the older students and the teachers. What if I get into a house that I don't know. She thought, but then her thoughts were interrupted by.

Wheatborn, Minerva, Well here goes nothing Minerva thought as she walked to the chair with the hat. She sat down and as the hat fell upon her head a voice rang out.
"outgoing once comfortable, speak your mind, true to your heart. There is only one place for you to go
HUFFLEPUFF

Luisa waited anxiously for her name to be called. She had felt fine before on the train and the boat ride in had been exhillirating. But now, things were being put into motion. Luisa was going to be sorted for good.

She patted her hands on her robes, trying to discreetly wipe away the sweat. And although she knew her hat wasn't going anywhere, she couldn't help fidgeting with it. No doubt all this fretting was drawing even more attention, which was not desired. Luisa simply couldn't help herself under the gaze of her professors and fellow students.

"Lyon, Luisa!"

Her name was called and she felt a surge of adrenaline. She could do this, she told herself. The crowd of first years slowly parted as Luisa made her way to the stool. Visions of her mother and grandmother passed through her mind. Would she join their legacy? Or would she be writing her brother soon to tell him she was following in his footsteps?

She sat down, the Sorting Hat was put on her head, and the world went black.

"My my, busy as a bee in here, aren't we?"

Luisa tried to quiet her mind at the Sorting Hat's words, but to no avail.

"Don't worry dear, I'll sort you out soon enough. I see you've put yourself down for two possibilities...interesting. Slytherin or Ravenclaw, you think? For such a bright little witch, you've got yourself all wrong. It's very clear to me, however, where you should go so I won't hold you in suspense any longer...

"RAVENCLAW!!"

Luisa's grin was wide as the Sorting Hat was pulled away and her vision of the Great Hall restored. The Ravenclaw table was easily spotted. Everyone seemed to relish in cheering on their own new housemates. Luisa picked a spot on the end with the other new Ravenclaws. Her mind at ease, at last.

Abbie walked up to the sorting hat feeling confedent when she was called then it began to speak and she half jumped anyone would how many talking hats were there? ''Ahhh yes hmmm?'' she was hoping for Ravenclaw ''Bravery yes quite smart to...'' Okay this is just freaky she thought ''Just clear your mind'' the hat whispered she tried it it was much more relaxing

''Oh I know now'' the sorting hat was obviously right it helped to have a clear mind ''GRYFFINDOR!'' it yelled Abigail smiled and placed the hat on the stool Gryffindor eh? sounded great althought she was dissappointed that she didn't get Ravenclaw she was happy all the same

"Swordhand, Alarissa" the lady at in front called out from the list. A sudden wave of nausea washed over ALarissa, as she realized it was her turn to get up in front of the whole school and be sorted. As she pushed her way through the group of other first years, the nausea turned to worry, with all sorts of questions burning in her head - 'what house will i be in , what if i dont like it or the people in it dont like me'

Alarissa picked up the hat, sat down and put it on her head. Suddenly the hat began to move slightly and began to talk, as if it where thinking aloud. Ali couldnt decide whether she was scared of the hat, or embarrassed that all the attention was on her. Finally the hat shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" and sudden burst of cheers and clapping erupted from the gryffindor table.

Ali took the hat off and placed it on the seat, and wondered over to the table full of happy smiling faces, she had never seen so many people pleased to see her and felt a sense of belonging. However, since her parents where both slytherin there was a thought that would keep cropping up from the back of her mind 'Gryffindor - what will my parents think?'

"Burton, Zhenya"

Zhenya smiled as she heard her name, and walked up to the Sorting Hat. She sat on the stool and it was placed on her head.

She sat. And Waited... and kept waiting.
She could hear Hmm's and Ahh's and Yes's in her head.
"Oh no," she though, "I need a house!"

"SLYTHERIN!" The Hat called out, and Zhenya stood up and walked towards the Slytherin table.

Kelsey walked to the stool and put the hat on her head.Hmmm, I see some slyness, yes and some powerhungriness too. so, you must be,"SLYTHERIN!"

Nymphadora waited she was quite nervous about being sorted, she watched as students went up and houses where shouted and the elder years clapped for them then finally came her name.
"Sparks, Nymphadora"
Nymphadora's hair slightly went to a pale red she was scared now she made her way to the chair, sitting down she looked out at the houses. Trying to figure out which ones they where.
"Ahhh Sparks hey" The Sorting hat stated "Your not cunning enough to be In Slytherin, your not as smart as a Ravenclaw, you do have the bravery of a Gryffindor"
Nymphadora looked up as the sorting hat spoke to her "But your creative, you have a loyal heart, ready to help your friends if they need it" The sorting hat spoke "You go perfectly with:

HUFFLEPUFF!

Cheers and claps where heard from the Hufflepuff table, Nymphadora took in some air and breathed in deeply. Sliding off the chair and made her way to her new house, the Hufflepuff house.

The large group of first year were starting to thin out, one by one they got sorted into their new Houses, when the Headmaster shouted, "Deckant, Devon"

Off to a running start but gradually slowing down, Devon made his way to the stool, while in his head a thousand thoughts came bursting through. "Am I walking too fast? too slow? What do I do with my hands? Do I wave? Should I look at the crowd? Am I suppose to say something? What if I trip? Should I march or just walk? That stool looks awfully uncomfortable."

Finally after a terribly long walk, Devon made it to the stool and waved to the crowd while the hat was shoved on his head.

"Ah, Mr. Deckant, I'm quite sure you're not fit for Slytherin, no ambition you see. Loyal to a fault, seems like that has gotten you to more trouble... you'd fit very well into Hufflepuff, although you have been quite an overacheiver, which makes you perfect for Ravenclaw but it only applies to those you find interesting, and most of all, you do seem to have the courage to do extraordinary things for those you find worth your time, those that intrigued you, those that are imprinted in your mind. Go with those dashing yet daring in the red lined robes, off to GRYFFINDOR!!"

Amidst the cheering, De'on got off the stool and walked to the table whose occupants wore red-lined robes, astonished to see his tie and robes magically change to red as well. "Home of the brave just got more dashing, daring and devious. Red looks good on me"

Mickey's name was called, and she felt like she was being called up for a spelling bee. Public humiliation was never really her thing.* Being infront of so many people for a ceremony was never really her buttered toast either, she's always been a klutz and the last time she went to a ceremony and had to get up infront of people she ended up doing a face plant into the podium.* With false bravado she marched up to the stool. It didn't really matter to her which house she got into as long as it was one where she wouldn't be alone.* Mickey's chances were good, Fai ended up in Slithering and Jay was in Raven's Claw,* and Jordan ended up in Griffin-something she couldn't really know what everything was called all the words here sounded strange due to the accents.* Sitting on the stool the hat was placed on her head, and it felt as though something was whispering in her mind all of her qualities; loud, stubborn, lazy, loving, loyal... Not a momment later the hat announced it's desicion. "HUFFLEPUFF Her eyes went to the table with yellow all over as everyone was clapping. 'figures' she thought as she begrudgingly got off the stool, 'The only one that they didn't go too.'

"Draconis, Willow!"

Upon hearing her name, Willow made her way up to the hat, trying not to trip over herself as she did.
Seating herself on the stool, the professor lowered the hat onto her blonde haired head and it instantly came to life!

"Ah! Another Draconis! But this ones... different. Yes, definately potential in Slytherin, just like your mother and father, blood pride is in you too. But... there's something in you that I believe could only belong in one house. Yes, yes I believe I shall put you in...

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

Willow was suprised, but extremely happy and she ran off to join the other Gryffindors to watch the end of the Sorting!

"Snape, Violet"

After being called Violet saw that a lot of students looked at her,
Why are the students looking at me like that? As if I'm that different...

Violet approached the chair in front with an old tattered hat in it. The headmaster took the hat and then Violet sat.

That thing will be placed by the headmaster in my head? It's so old and tattered...

After the hat has been placed on her head it suddenly talk.

Oh God! is this even real? oh, it's wizarding world I forgot that everything is possible...

"Hmmm... A Snape... Like her great-grandfather, she's going to excel in that subject... Your mind is particularly very difficult to understand... You have bravery in you but not enough to be in Gryffindor...."

As if I'm going to expect that I'm going to be in Gryffindor. All of the member of my family is in Slytherin so where else would I be?

"Not so fast my dear!" said the Sorting Hat.

How, did this hat knew what I'm thinking?

"Of course I'll know I'm in your head right? I'll tell why I'm explaining everything to you, there's as deeper reason why you'll be in Slytherin, but you have to know about that yourself." whispered the Sorting Hat to her.

"Well let's continue, wit is very good but not meant to be Ravenclaw, friendliness is bad so, not Hufflepuff. But you have all the qualities of this last house except one characteristic.... It' going to be Slytherin!!!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

Violet heard shouts and claps from her new family,
Slytherin, home at last..., she said to herself.

Violet smiled a little then paced up to Slytherin House Table.

As the new students lined up in front of an old Hat, Marcelo took notice, to his discontent, of the dwarves in the line. There seemed to be a few older people, but, as far as he could see, he was one of the few older students, as in, older than 15. In fact, besides himself, he could only see another girl there. He sighed annoyedly. Surely people were laughing at him now. Well, there wasn't much thing he could do about it, and he stood there impatiently, watching as more people were sorted. He didn't really care which firstie went to which house; he only wanted his sorting to be done quickly.

"Neves, Jwaw-o Marcelo Mendoansaw Nasheementah Teisheerah."

Finally, it was his turn to be sorted after he heard his full name pronounced horribly, and as if Neves was his only surname and the rest were his names. Shaking his head to himself, he approached the chair and sat down, the Hat fitting his head somehow, as it didn't fall over his eyes and ears like the rest of the brats. Before he even could think how this Hat did its job, it was already shouting "SLYTHERIN!" at the instant it touched his head. Smirking for the first time since he entered the school--he was far too worried with the brat population sharing the same atmosphere with him that he couldn't examine the castle yet--he went towards the Slytherin table that was--as if they wouldn't--clapping him. Eyes set on his table now, he went there with confident steps as if he had created the world.

Well, he surely had some part in it, mind you, in the name of 'modesty'.

Alice drummed her fingers against her black robes impatiently. She was starving, and it didn't help that delicious food was going to appear as soon as they were done with the hat thing. The whole school was weird, not to mention the other students. Every child seemed to be anxious, talking to themselves as that disgusting looking piece of headwear was placed on them. It would be surprise if every first year in Hogwarts didn't get lice.

Finally, her name rang out through the hall. It seemed like all the students were staring at Alice, as they had every first year before her. But she ignored the eyeballs glued to her and walked up to the hat, the ugly, worn, and tattered hat. As she sat down, the thing was placed on her head, falling to almost her chin. She could almost feel the creepy crawlers in her hair.

A minute passed.

And then three more.

And then another.

Alice Fischer was a hatstall.

It was saying things about eagles and lions and Ravendors.. ravendors, that sounded like ravenous. She was ravenous. Seriously, could this thing hurry up? Why wasn't it doing anything? "Oi, headmaster. I think your hat is broken," she called toward the staff table. This was taking SO long that she had begun to count the time. It had been exactly 343 seconds when the hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR!"

Without hesitation, the Alice pulled the hat off of her head and jumped up, hoping that she had avoided the lice.

"Debnam, Indya," a voice called out some from yards ahead of her.
Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves Indya began pushing her way through the crowd. As she approached the stool on which the Sorting Hat stood she tripped and stumbled over the hem of her too long robes. Blushing she rammed the hat down so that it covered her face.
"Well now," said a voice in her ears, "I see you are clumsy. Not that, that will help me decide where to put you. Hmmm, now then, yes, you are an intelligent young lady. Perhaps you'd do well in Ravenclaw?"
"Ravenclaw?" Indya thought to herself, "I had never considered being a Ravenclaw. But yes, that could work."
The voice continued in her ears, "stubborn, ambitious... yes. I know where you belong. You are a SLYTHERIN!"
Indya heard the last words echo around the Great Hall. Ripping the hat off her head she almost ran towards the Slytherin table.

Though Elodie's name was one of the last to be called, she still hadn't got over the shock of a talking singing hat before a thousand eyes were watching her take her place at the little stool to be sorted.
For a few moments, the hat remained silent and Elodie began to feel first foolish, and then increasingly nervous. Why wasn't it saying anything? Why hadn't it assigned her to a house like it had for everyone else? Did she not belong anywhere? Had there been, as she had feared on the Hogwarts Express, some horrible mistake and she was, in fact, just a "Muggle" like her parents?
"Hmm, difficult, very difficult," whispered a voice in her ear. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Anywhere, please, just put me anywhere" Elodie begged the hat, trying to remember if anyone else had taken so long to be sorted and turning pink from embarrassment. "Gryffindor, that sounded good in the song, didn't it? Or..or Ravenclaw? Or, what was the other one called? Slytherin? Please, just put me anywhere, please"
"Anywhere, ey?" whispered the hat. "Well then, better be..

HUFFLEPUFF!

"Hufflepuff?" Elodie thought to herself as she walked towards the cheering table and took a seat. Had that even been in the song?!

"Carter-Hope, Sky!" the professor called out.

Sky walked to the stool where she would be sorted. She wasn't nervous at all, as her father had explained how this would be done. She reached the stool, sat down, and felt the hat placed on her head.

"Well what do we have here?" she heard the hat ask in her head. "There's plenty of intelligence here, but not the overwhelming need for it of Ravenclaw. There's kindness, but not enough for Hufflepuff. There's confidence, but not the same as Gryffindor. There's ambition in spades, and cunning… Yes better be…"

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat yelled outloud.

Sky pulled the hat off and walked confidently to her new house's table. She was in the house she hoped to be in.

Carson stood in line nervously. His right hand was buried in his robe pocket, clutching his wand. He thought his heart had stopped beating when he heard the professor say,

Jones, Carson!

He could hardly walk. Carson nervously waddled up the steps and onto the 3 legged stool. The Sorting hat was placed on his head. He heard a small, raspy voice say, "Oh, you are atricky one! You are not afraid to speak your mind, you are very brave, sometimes you can be over eager,and you will never give up on anyone no matter what. I know just where to put you!"

Carson tensed up.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Carson could hardly believe it. He is a Gryffindor,just like his father! He walked excitedly toward the gryffindor table, after giving the hat back to the professor.

Chris stood awkwardly, once his name was called out his heart sank. He didn’t know what to do, his head pounded for a sec.

''Chris O'Hanlon.''

His name was called again. He rushed forward and nearly stumbled up the steps to the chair, he felt like lying down and curling up. Maybe they would skip him and someone would sweep him along away from this place.

''This can't be happening'' He thought to himself as he sat down. He really didn't want to be here right now. He didn't mind going to school. It was just sitting in front of everyone and for his whole personality to be judged just by some stupid hat.

Chris didn't notice that the hat was now placed on his head, it was pondering for a moment. ''Hmm, I see potential in this one.'' The hat spoke.

Chris squinted his eyes to see what was going on up there but he could only make out the dark ceiling and brim of the hat. Potential? What was that suppose to mean... Chris' family have all seemed to be Slytherin, except for the minor few.

''Ah, what a devious little person you are. Someone like you could one day become even deadly if they had a mind like yours.'' The hat chuckled slightly. Chris' heart sank. He wasn't a mean person...

''But your not a cruel person'' The hat interrupted his thoughts. ''Maybe someday... but now you’re just.. Hmmm'' Chris sat waiting. Will this ever hurry up. Everyone was looking at him. Like, Everyone.

''Such a wise little boy you could possibly be. It seems you would match two of our fine houses here.'' It spoke again. It was obviously talking about Slytherin and Ravenclaw, but which one would he be in?

''Sly... no, no. I think you would be much more suited in...''
Chris' heart leapt. He wondered if that hat was about to say Slytherin, like his father and mother once had been in, and there parent's before them.

RAVENCLAW

The hat yelled and the table that had the colours Blue and Gold almost everywhere cheered. The hat was yanked of Chris' head as he quickly got up and ran towards the table. He found an empty spot and sat there not looking at who was beside him. He was lucky enough to find a place without asking. Now he would just sit and wait for the food. Boy, was he hungry.

Ira went along with the other first years to the great hall where some professors were standing. She looked into the great hall and was like, WOW! this place is so large!
She stood there waiting for her chance with the sorting hat.."Wilson, Ira", Her name was called out and her heart was pounding away like crazy!
She went towards it and sat in the chair where one of the professors put the sorting hat on her head...
The hat then shouted out 'GRYFFINDOR'
Her fellow Gryffindors cheered her as she walked on to the Gryffindor Table...

George followed the other nervous looking new students into the towering castle. The Entrance Hall took the breath out of his lungs with its huge interior and awesome architecture. He could feel the wonder and excitement flow through him like the Thames. He continued into the Great Hall (he overheard it called that in the Train) and followed the Professor and other children to the very front. He watched with anticipation and excitement as the other children got sorted into different houses and then ran off to their respective tables. He waited as the group continued to dwindle until "Ericsson, George" rang out across the hall. George had been waiting for his name to be called but the moment that it did, his stomach fell out from underneath him. He waited for a moment, then made his way to the front and sat on the stool with a mix of fear and anticipation on his face. The professor set the old hat on his head, and for a second he thought how ridiculous he looked sitting in the front of a giant hall full of people until a small voice inside the hat spoke directly to him.

"Muggleborn, but lots of ambition about you George. Your ambition defines your character and you future. I know exactly where you belong."

Then the large rip on the hat let out a large shout.

SLYTHERIN!

The table to George's fa right let out a wild cheer as the the professor swept the hat off of his head and he ran over to join them, relief flooding over him.

Pixxi stumbled into the Main Hall, out of breath and sweaty. Of course she had to fall asleep on the train. Of course her stupid brothers hadn't woken her up. Of course she missed the boat ride to the castle, so she had to walk to the castle all by herself. Well, most of it didn't matter much now that she was here, and honestly, she forgot all about which hexes she would have to use on her brothers once she noticed the Main Hall.

It was spectacular. Four tables were lined up with whispering students. Those who didn't look at Pixxi who had tried to be as silent as possible, was staring at an old hat on a stool in the very front of the teacher's table. Pixxi noticed a blonde girl stumble up to the stool. She sat down and a Professor put the hat on her head. The room became silent, and after a minute or so the hat shouted out Hufflepuff, and all the tables cheered, especially the one to her left. That had to be the sorting hat. Quickly, she walked past the cheering table and waited patiently for her name to be called.

"DeSantis, Natalie" she heard, and she had to push through the crowd of first years to find her seat. She stumbled slightly, but fortunately the stool was very close so she managed to take a grip and pull herself up on it. She looked over the crowd who waited patiently for her to be sorted and then everything became black. Her brothers had told her about the sorting hat, so she wasn't suprised when it whispered in her ear.

"Ah, another DeSantis. Well, well, well. Your lot has been particularly difficult to place. Great mind like your Ravenclaw father, yes. Also loyal like your Hufflepuff mother. Very good, very good," the sorting hat mumbled in her ears. "Ah, I see bravery aswell. More bravery then some of the lions I've sorted have. You are feisty. Not particularly afraid of taking risks, but you have equally as much wit and a slighter bit less loyalty." Pixxi didn't know if she should be offended or not. "Very difficult, very difficuly indeed."

Pixxi waited while listening to the mumbling sorting hat. It really couldn't make up it's mind. After what seems like several minutes it became silent. She jumped slightly when it spoke to her again. "My child, you are very hard to place indeed. I see bravery, loyalty and wit. You are yearning to show others that you are brave. Ah, but without wit you cannot be brave. Hm, difficult indeed." The hat fell silent for almost a minute before it sounded more pleased when it spoke to her again. "Ah, I see. Yes. Yes, that's very fortunate. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

She squinted her eyes as the light reappeared when someone took the hat off. The table to her left cheered more loudly then any of the other tables so she quickly walked over and sat down, noticing the red and gold lion crest on their chests. 'So I am a Gryffindor' she though while smiling.

"Kavanagh, Eamonn." Oh great, he was being called. Eamonn was already nervous. The boat ride up here was fun but now was for the moment of truth. He was the first in his family, well out of his siblings at least. Catriona wouldn't be here for another year. Was this going to hurt? He stepped forward, biting his lip in anticipation and he sat down as the hat was placed on his head.

"Ahh, someone is clever, very clever. You like a little bit of mischief don't you?" Eamonn didn't think he was that mischevious. He liked to play pranks but he was inventive- "Well it seems you could be in Gryffindor with a mind like that, but there is something else within you. You are inventive and clever, I can sense that." Well of course he was clever! He always knew what he was going to do, or well he had a plan for it. He wasn't scared of executing it- that is unless his mother caught him. Then that was the end of everything.

"I think I know where you need to go." Eamonn closed his eyes for a moment and then a second later the hat had shouted:

"RAVENCLAW!"

Eamonn took off the hat and bolted towards the Ravenclaw table. Well that wasn't so hard after all.

"Steel, Maxwell" Maxwell walked up, he smirked, this won't take long.
"Bit snide, aren't you?" He smirked a little more, "Not smart enough to be a Ravenclaw," Maxwell roled his eyes, Just get this over with and say the words... He looked down and saw Lori's smiling face, he blushed a little. For a halfbreed, she's pretty cute. He thought and then he heard the words.

"SLYTHERIN!"

"Hall, Lori" Lori walked up, smiling confident.
"Huh, ah yes, I remember your sister," She stopped smiling, Siobian's not going to like them calling me her sister.
"Well, I know where to put you little miss."
"HUFFLEPUFF!
Lori smiled largely until she saw Siobian's sneer, Oh great, She thought walking towards the table.