Stepping up to the stool, Isaac looked around embarrassed slightly. He was one of the first to be sorted, and yet wasn't a first year. Taking a breath he put the hat on his head. Hufflepuff...Hufflepuff. He knew his mum wanted him to follow the family and be in the same house, and he wanted to make her proud. But yet...he wanted to find his place, where he belonged in the school too.

He could hear the hat speaking in his head saying that he shouldn't follow his mum just because he wanted to please her. But yet Isaac really didn't want to get a Howler either or a letter saying how disappointed they were that he wasn't in Hufflepuff. He was sure he'd get one!

Again the hat spoke You would do well in Slytherin. You're house isn't Hufflepuff. You need to find your own path. Sighing Isaac looked out at Amelia who was still waiting for her turn to come. He finally stopped arguing, and listened for the hats answer Alright then.

SLYTHERIN!

Sliding off the stool he replaced the hat and winking over at Amelia he headed for his table.

Vickers stood quietly in line, watching the students ahead of him take their turns getting sorted. He bit his upper lip unconsciously as the Sorting Hat called out the name of the House, his eyes darting towards the table that the new student would be joining. His gaze drifted amongst the students in blue, recalling the old robes his uncle had back home, deep down wondering if he too would have his own set of blue robes-- or would it be different? His gaze drifted towards the students in green, then across the hall to the students in yellow, then in red. He could end up with any of them. How can an old, musty hat be so sure that he belonged to that specific house?

Finally he heard his name called out and approached the stool, turning so as he sat down and the hat lowered over his head. Then he felt the strangest sensation, it felt like there was another presence in his head. It wasnt invasive, but Vickers nonetheless felt uneasy. He had always considered his mind as his domain, his personal space that no one can ever cross. He then hears a voice, an echo of his own but... not. The voice debated with itself, and debated with his own consciousness. It kept going back to his inner core, about something not being let out. Internally he thought the voice was being absurd, he has always been true to himself. All the time.

He could feel that his stay under the hat was taking far longer than any other student that went before him. His nervousness returned. Internally he spoke to that voice, wishing to just place him where he would be happiest, at least during the time that he stays in Hogwarts. The voice fell silent. And for a moment Vickers thought it has abandoned the decision and he was left in limbo.

Then with a mighty cry that Sorting Hat exclaimed...


RAVENCLAW!!!

It turned his head towards the direction of the students in blue. He's going to his uncle's old house! He stood as the hat was taken off his head, excited though he was deep down but still meek and clearly nervous to anyone who observes him. He thanks the staff that helped him with the hat and made his way towards the Ravenclaw table.

Kacie's eyes widened in awe when she entered the Great Hall, her head tipped all the way back so she could look at the ceiling. She was so distracted, trying to look at everything that she almost crashed into the student in front of her. There wasn't a nervous bone in her body as she waited to be sorted, knowing it would be one of two houses. It wasn't easy waiting for her turn, but when it was she eagerly stepped up and sat down on the three legged stool. The sorting hat came down over her eyes and waited for her verdict.

Whispers could be heard in her ear. I see a true Gryffindor in you as well as some Slytherin. The Hat said, before adding after a few seconds. Yes... yes... Lets see how well you can rawr young lioness.

GRYFFINDOR!!!

A grin spread across Kacie's face when the Sorting Hat yelled out Gryffindor. So she would be with her brother after all. When the hat was removed she jumped down from the stool and skipped over to the Gryffindor table.

Jezz slowly and nervously made her way up to the sorting hat. She was more than paranoied about the house where she would be placed but as she had been saying all along, a house is a house. She sat on the stool and the second the hat touched her head she heard a voice whispering in her ear.

It started with there being a lit but tamed fire in her soul just waiting to burst free and lead to learning about herself by following her own path and not that of her parents, which gave Jezz a moment of panic. The two houses she really wanted in she wouldn't be in because of her parents.

From there the hat mentioned a lot about her recent bravery but it didn't make any sense from there on out. You have a lot to learn about yourself Jezzabelle Antoinette and there is only one house I can think of that would help your true self blossom and allow that tamed flame become wild...

GRYFFINDOR!

Jezz placed the hat down and walked away from the stool doing a double take. The hat had said that she would better off not being in the same house as her parents and yet, her dad had been in Gryffindor. So wasn't that a contradiction? She stopped thinking about it because she had gotten into the house she wanted after all and could have ran, skipped, or danced to the Gryffindor table with her building excitement.

Abby waited with the other First Years to get Sorted. Well, not all of them we're First Years. Some we're around Fifth Year and the such. As each name was being called, Abby grew much nervous. Then her most anticipated event came...

"Bennett-Rivers, Abigaile!" Someone called out. It was her turn to get Sorted. Abby closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and went in front. Abby, you could do it.

The Sorting Hat looked ragged and old. If her adoptive mother saw this, she would've freaked out and cleaned it up herself. Abby also had a expression of disgust since it looked very... not cool. But she had to wear it. Abby took the Hat and placed it on her head. And the Hat spoke it her.

"Hello there, Abby," The little voice said. Abby gulped quietly, maintaining her quite anxious face. "Hmm... you are a bit hard to sort. But as I have always did, I must sort you to the House you're more compatible to.

Your loyalty to your family would make Gryffindor want for you. But I do not think your fear of facing too much difficulties would make you become one." Oops. Hehehehehehe.

"You could do okay in Hufflepuff, but I am sure you don't wanna work too much." Bang, Abby. This Hat's got moves. "And Slytherin would also like to have a taste of you, but you're Muggle-born and that's just a great dishonor." Abby heard them loud and clear in her head.
"This means, you've only got one House in front of you, for being creative and intellectual...

Abby's eyes widened. She knew what House she would be now. And she's never been as elated as ever.

"RAVENCLAW!" The Hat screamed. Abby heard and saw people with blue ties clap, indicating they were the Ravenclaws. Abby took off the Hat and ran to her House. Boo yeah, baby!

Hades remained silent while waiting for his turn to be sorted. He smirked when they walked through the hall which he supposed called the Great Hall. The name was pretty corny, but they had it right. The hall was indeed great in size. When looked up, the enchanted ceiling looked like the starry night sky. Other than that, there were also charmed candles floating around the hall just like his mother did at home.

Also, there were many students wearing different neck tie colours sitting in four rows of tables. Hades knew what did the seperation and tie colours meant, but he only recognised Slytherin with the green and silver stripes. The sight caused the blonde to smirk, but had an unpleasant expression when he saw the row with students wearing yellow neck tie with black stripes. Hades wondered how would they be sorted into different houses. Did they have to take any tests? Or were there tasks they had to fulfill?

Upon reaching the stage where it happened to be the teachers' table (not that he knew, but he had met Professor Schirmer and Professor Roslund), Hades looked around them and saw a stool with an old, weary hat sitting on it. "Seriously?" he mumbled to himself. They let a bloody hat sorted them? Can it even think? Using an inanimate object. Seriously, these people are... It got him when the first boy (Isaac) had the hat on his head moving as if it had limbs. Oh, Merlin! He wasn't going to have a moving hat sitting on his head, would he? It could've been tampered! After several more students, it was finally Hades' name who got called, much to his horror. The fourth year carefully headed for the stool, reluctantly sat down on it as the Sorting Hat was placed onto his head. That was when he started to hear voice in his head.

AHA! Very brave you are, boy... Such a good mind too. But you don't have that honesty in you to be a Hufflepuff. Hmm? Very stubborn, I see. Incredible will power and determination and... Was that your ambition I saw? If so, then better be...

SLYTHERIN!!

Never before in his life he had been so excited to hear an announcement, but this was an exclusion. Leaving the stage, hades made his way towards the table with the green people. Not the people were green, but their neck ties.

He can't believe he's here in Hogwarts. The Great Hall was amazing. He was speechless when they walked through the hall. The ceiling was incredible. his gazed drifted to the Hufflepuff table hoping to see Arya, the Hufflepuff prefect but unfortunately he can't see her because most of the students look the same. Maybe after the sorting he can visit the prefect in their table that if he's sorted into the house of yellow and black.

Messer remind silent while he saw the other students got sorted. Then finally its his turn, he slowly approached the stool. As he sat down, he put the hat on his small head.

Hufflepuff. Hufllepuff. Please put me in Hufflepuff. He really want to be in the same house like his mother that way he'd feel closer to his mother. But you'll do well in the other houses. Messer heard the hat voice in his head. No! I want to be a Hufflepuff!

Very well then as your wish.

HUFFLEPUFF

Messer grinned widely when the hat screamed his house for the next seven terms. He's glad that the hat considered his choices. He put the hat back and made his way towards the Hufflepuff table.

Eliza's name was called and she walked elegantly to the stool and picked up the hat. She took a moment to think. Would her parents disown her if she wasn't in Slytherin? Would she even want to be in Slytherin if her parents hadn't been so pushy? She looked around at all the faces and her gaze finally settled on the Slytherin table. Yes, she wanted to be there. She said a last prayer, then put on her nonachalant, elegant, I-think-I'm-much-better-than-you smile and lifted the hat to her head. She had hardly put it down when it schreeched "SLYTHERIN!" Oh well done Eliza, Mother and Father will be proud of their little girl. Good. She was a Slytherin and now she could hear their cheers.

"MacDonald, Nickayla"nicki heard the sorting hat say her name she walked up to the hat and put it on.

"Ahh smart loyal better be RAVENCLAW" The sorting hat finshed.nickis eyes widend "yay" she wispered to her self "Abbys in that house" she wispered again. now she could be put in a dorm with abby someone she knew.her eyes lit up.

Leila's name was called out, she walked slowly to the stool, as she sat down, many thoughts rushed through her head, would her parents disowwn her if she was in Slytherin? Or if she wasn't in Gryffindor, what would they do? She paused and looked around the hall at all of the faces staring at her. Her eyes fell on the Gryffindor table, she wanted so much to be there. The hat was placed on her head, she closed her eyes and wished. As it was on her head, it said many things, about Gryffindor and Slytherin, then finally after what seemed like hours, it roared:

GRYFFINDOR!!!

Leila smiled and went to join her housemates.

Laura was at Hogwarts!!!Finally!!She didn't really mind any house, but she was obviously a little nervous.

'Granger, Laura,' a voice called out.But had she imagined it? No..it was real
Laura walked to the stool and picked up the hat. 'Difficult, very difficult!!,' she heard a voice as she put on the hat.'Not slytherin...that's sure..I had faced the same confusion while sorting Hermione Granger, your great aunt..You're brave, very brave..you're noble, loyal and honest..and you're very very intelligent and creative as well..so maybe...
Her heart almost stopped.

'RAVENCLAW

And she could hear the cheers from the Ravenclaw table

Laura gave a sigh of relief and made her way to her house table.

Kendra stood with the many other first years on the cool stone floor of the great hall. The place awed her, from the great windows to the candles floating in the magical night sky that lay in the rafters.

Many different emotions ran through the crowd around her, she could sense it. It was like a time bomb ready to go off. Some were nervous, afraid of what house they may be sorted into, others were cocky. Boasting about how their family had always been in Gryffindor, and that it was obvious that they would be joining the red and gold table soon. Kendra was one of the nervous ones. The people she would meet would be her friends for the rest of her time here. But most of all, they were like her, and she was now in a place where she belonged.

She watched as yet another student went up towards the sorting hat, her name was next in the list. The worn hat pondered on a name, frowning slightly before settling. ‘Hufflepuff!’ It yelled, it’s voice booming over the endless lengths of table that lay across the great hall. A cheer erupted from the Hufflepuff table, welcoming the newcomer.

‘Holmes, Kendra.’

Kendra’s gray eyes darted up towards the stall, placed at the front of the hall. She walked forwards slowly, pulling on the edges of her sleeves in nervousness. She sat down and the hat was lowered onto her head, she could only see a rim of light from under it. The hat pondered for a moment before yelling.

‘RAVENCLAW!’

For no reason at all, Kendra sighed with relief, before taking the hat off and returning it to the professor, before heading towards the Blue table. Her new home.

Although nervous, Maya couldn't help but gasp in awe of the place, from the outside the castle had looked magnificent but the great hall was something else. The ceiling looked exactly like the sky outside, a deep dark blue, with the clouds still visible. Hundreds of candles floated amongst the rafters lighting the room which incidently was huge! Maya heard her name being called, just as she had noticed quite how many people they were in the room, well over 1000. As she stepped forward and put on the sorting hat she could feel all eyes on her.

She knew little about each of the houses at Hogwarts apart from what she had read and snippets of conversation overheard from other students. But from what she could gather, she thought she'd most likely be Hufflepuff. "Hufflepuff," the hat questioned, "Are you sure? Hmmm, no, no you're...

GRYIFFINDOR"

Maya, grinned as she took of the hat, much of her nervousness gone. With that she walked over to the gryffindor table to meet her new housemates.

Cardigan stood in line with the other firsties,waiting to be sorted.She was amazed at how this school had taught some of the most well known Dark and not Dark wizards!You might even walk where one of them`s walked.Cardigan already knew what house she was going to be in.Slytherin obviously.One,her whole entire family was every ounce Slytherin.Two,she kinda wanted to be in Slytherin because her parents would completly shun her and give her to someone else if she wasn`t.Three,she would do anything to get what she wanted.She had just never been put in that situation.
"Johansson,Cardigan."
Cardigan walked up to the stool with the sorting hat,afraid of what house she would be in.She nervously put the hat on and let it do it`s magic.Hmmm.This might be hard,seeing you could qualify for any house.Kindness,Bravery,Smarts,and shewdness all apply to you.But it will have to be,"Slytherin!"The hat yelled out as she set the hat back on it`s stool and made her way to the Slytherins, her forever home at Hogwarts.

This was scary.

Not as scary as he'd thought it would be, but scarier than people had told him, and definitely more scary than playing with his dress-up wizards hats at home. Darwin watched as people as small as him, and people bigger than him, got called up one by one. They didn't seem as nervous as he was, his gaze flitting behind him to the four long tables, and then back to the ragged hat. They didn't seem to be fazed.

But maybe they were; he wasn't the best at reading people, and just because they didn't seem scared... maybe they were just good at hiding it. As the long list progressed, and neared the 'R's, the eleven year-olds fear intensified. He didn't want to go up there for the hat to tell him that he wasn't magical enough, or to put in in a house with only REALLY big older people, no, he just... that would have been horrible. So he wouldn't think about that, and -

"Riley, Darwin." was heard ringing out to the hall, and Darwin winced at the sound of his name, sure that he could hear the sniggers and laughter of other students as they heard it. It wasn't his fault that he had a stupid name, really, was it? He shook his head to himself as he cautiously approached the stool, and picked up the hat, and put it on his head, only to be engulfed in darkness.

The darkness almost scared him more; he could feel people looking at him, and he didn't like it. He didn't want people to stare at him, or be whispering about him, and he could hear someone muttering his name right next to him.

"Darwin Riley. Darwin Riley. Darwin Riley. But you don't like that, huh? You want to be known by your middle name, right? Damon Riley. Damon Riley. Damon Riley. Doesn't have the same ring to it. Doesn't stand out as much. Isn't as interesting. But... not my place to judge..."

It took a few painstakingly slow moments before he realised that it was the hat talking, and although he'd been warned about it, it still shocked him. He wanted to know how the hat new that, and if it could read his mind and -

"Reading minds is a bit of a broad subject. I prefer to say I just know these things. Hm. Nervous?"

Darwin couldn't speak, instead just nodding his 'yes' inside the hat.

"It's often said that nerves are a good thing before a test. But this isn't a test, so relax, we'll find you a house...

"You're brave, I can see that. Adventurous..."

If there was something that Darwin didn't feel right then, it was brave, but nevertheless, he let the hat continue.

"But you're scared. That's your age, but still..." It tailed off, and there was a deep pause. "Too open, and not ambitious enough for Slytherin. You don't believe in yourself as much. But a good friend, loyal, trustworthy. Maybe a H-

"You're intelligent, I see that now. Hidden behind a mask of confusion, of disbelief. You will do so well, because you will try. You will want to succeed. So... I think... yes, quite."

Darwin didn't know what the hat was going on about, but he heard the next word louder than the rest, and was sure that the whole hall could hear it, due to the clapping.

"RAVENCLAW."

He wrenched the hat off, and shaking slightly, hurried over to the blue-clad table, searching desperately for someone he knew. But no such luck.

Vlimia was the most nervous she had ever been. She had been more scared, but never more nervous. While she waited for her turn, Vlim tried to calm herself, so she barely heard her name echo around the Great Hall. But Vlimia heard it faintly, and rushed up to the stool. When it was put on, the hat flopped over her eyes and half her nose.
"Well then, Vlimia. You are very understanding, you have a thirst for knowledge, you are very brave - you would do well in any house but Slytherin."
Vlim heard a tiny voice in her ear that she was tempted to swat away, but she left it there. As she listened, her face fell. Anything BUT Slytherin? She needed to be in Slytherin or she would have to lie to her parents -
"Ah, I see you have pressure to be a Slytherin. But is Slytherin the house that you really want?"
Vlimia thought YES, YES, YES. And then thought NO, NOT AT ALL. Slytherin wasn't what she wanted - it was what her parents wanted. She wasn't going to let them rule her Hogwarts year.
"Well, you certainly have defiance, and a very independant side, but those are buried deep. I think RAVENCLAW can help you with that.
Vlimia felt relieved that the Sorting was over, and ecstatic that she was a Ravenclaw and not a Slytherin! She skipped over to the table with blue ties and books, and sat down happily.

"It will not kill me.." Chasery said quietly. She was so nervous. She was standing in line waiting for her name. She prayed. Wishing that she could be sorted into the right house.
"Moore, Chasery" McGonagall said.
She walked nervously to the stool and McGonagall put the Sorting Hat on her head.
"Let me see." the Sorting Hat said.
"Kind of unique person. Sometimes can be so tough, funny and warm person but sometimes she can be so sweet, quiet and cold.Hmm..." the hat had confused.
"Kind of loyal person. Not too bold but she can stand up for herself and another else. Ahh, I think I got the choice..."

HUFFLEPUFF

"YAY!!" she jumped. She couldn't hide her happiness.
"I hope I will find so much friends here." she wished

Lily walked into the Castle and then into the Great Hall. She looked up and saw the ceiling. She had read about this on the train, it was charmed to look like the sky. It was still amazing to see. As she walked through the hall with the others to be sorted, she looked left and right and saw the house tables filled with students waiting for the sorting to occur so that they could enjoy the feast. 'this is amazing' thought Lily, 'to actually be at Hogwarts, when I thought that all of this was only a dream!' The group reached the table at the front of the Great Hall. Here was a three-legged stool on which sat an old, shabby hat, the sorting hat. As it went through a bunch of names, Lily became very nervous. She hadn't gotten the chance to ask the girl on the train, Lilly, what happened when you are sorted. She had also lost the girl as they got off the train so Lily was alone, like she was on the platform. This is what Lily dreaded. Now it was her turn as the hat called out "Potter, Lily"
She walked up the steps slowly and sat on the stool as the hat was placed on her head.
"Ahh, a little nervous are we? Well not to worry, I will place you in the right house." said the sorting hat. "What have we here? A smart mind, a cautious mind. oh and lots of loyalty towards our friends, but we need to make friends first before we can be loyal or trustworthy..." The hat went on and on for a couple of minutes before " Ah, I know the perfect house for you! It must be...
RAVENCLAW!!!!!!!!"
Lily sighed in relief as she got up and walked over to the ravenclaw table. The only problem had been emphasized by the hat, Lily hadn't made any true friends yet. The girl on the train was starting to be her friend but then had disappeared when the train stopped. and Lily though that the girl had said that she was in Gryffindor. Lily reached the ravenclaw table and looked around to see if she recognized anyone. She wasn't sure so Lily sat at the nearest open seat to wait for the feast to begin.

Jessie stood in line for quite sometime before it was her turn to try on the sorting hat. Having a last name like Weasley, she was nearly the last person to be sorted! The long wait didn't help her anxiety at all. But her name was finally called and she shakily walked up to the stool that held the hat. Gryffindor, please be Gryffindor, she kept thinking. "Ah. Yet another Weasley. Gryffindor, eh? Are you sure? I see loyalty, true. But I also see friendliness, intelligence, and a love for others. Better be...

HUFFLEPUFF!

Hufflepuff? But everyone in her family was a Gryffindor! Jessie was glad to be different, but what would her parents say? As Jessie looked at the table full of friendly-looking Hufflepuffs, the thoughs of what her parents would say drifted away and Jessie began to enjoy herself despite her difference.

"Couture, Autumn"
That's me, its my turn thought autumn, She walke towards the stool, all eyes on her she loved being centre of attention, she wasn't nervous at all which ever house she will be put in she will be the best.
The hat was placed on her head
"not much of a fashion item am i?" said a whisper in her ear
no your nor, thought autumn
"ahh so you have a ence of humour, nice to see that in a girl"
thanks, thought autumn
"your having a conversation with me in your head? and your not nervous?"
Nope, whats there to be afraid of?
"nothing, nothing dear. Ok well hufflepuff... your not loyal enough for that house your strive for sucsess would be to much for that house, slytherin would help you on your way to ower and sucsess but alas your muggle born"
If slytherins think muggleborns are scum i want to be in there. to rove them wrong
"it doenst work like that im afriad. But you do seem brave, gryffindoor would be good for you victory. But when it comes to true battles to do with fighting.. your afraid veryvery afraid. Alas that leaves us one house for your intelligence, will to sucseed and advcanced skills you are placed in RAVENCLAW!"
Brilliant thought autumn, as she made her way to the ravenclaw table.

This. Hall. Was. HUGE!

Lewis couldn't help but stop and stare right after walking into the Great Hall. It was...amazing. He hadn't quite believed it when he had read about it in Hogwarts, A History but now that he was here, he had to admit to being quite awestruck. A LOT actually. Wow...just wow. We really wished Valerie could see this.

He was way too riveted by the Great Hall's ceiling, the candles and just in general the whole hall to pay too much attention to where exactly he was going. So when all of a sudden he heard his name being called, Lewis was more than a little surprised when he realized that he was in line at the Sorting Hat.

Yes, he had read all about that. And there had been pictures and stuff so he knew what this was about. Not that any of that made him feel any less anxious. Swallowing hard the fifth year made his way over to the stool the hat was sitting on, completely aware that his cheeks were probably bright red. Not looking anywhere in particular but simply staring straight ahead at the floor, Lewis waited for the hat's...verdict. Hopefully it would be quick.

"Oooh. Who do we have here?" Was he supposed to ANSWER the hat?! Lewis bit his lip nervously, unsure of how to proceed. "Now where to put you...hmm..." The hat's musings continued but Lewis wasn't really paying attention anymore. What if there was no house for him? What if he didn't belong anywhere? Why did they have to move in the first place? Why couldn't he have just stayed behind? Somewhere he actually knew people. Somewhere he had grown up. Somewhere he belonged. Would he be allowed to go back if the hat thought there was no house for him?

"Oh, I know, I'll put you in....HUFFLEPUFF! *"

Hufflepuff? So there WAS a house for him after all. Oh well. He wasn't quite sure if he was supposed to be happy or sad about that. Quickly getting off the stool, Lewis made his way over to the table which was clearly the Hufflepuff table. So this was it then.


*And yes, the Sorting Hat made exactly THAT FACE when he announced which house he'd be in.

Ella entered the hall and her jaw dropped. She had never seen such a magical place. It was an extremely large space filled with students and professors and she was, well, seriously nervous about being sorted. She followed the line of first years to the front of the great room where the sorting hat was waiting. Ella was trying her best to take in as much detail as she could, letting her eyes wander and her mind take mental notes of things that she must write to her family about. She had just spotted a familiar face in the crowd of first years when a loud voice called, "Ella Bishop?"

Ella nodded and slowly approached the stool. The hat was placed on her head and she took a deep breath. A million thoughts were racing through her head as the hat began to...wait, was it whispering!?...yes, it was whispering in her ear.

"Ahh yes, small yet brave. A friend to anyone in need. A smart girl indeed. But where to put such a child?" Ella's heart was racing a mile a minute. She could feel eyes on her and was afraid she might faint if she looked up so instead she focused on her shoes. "Nervous, yes very nervous.Ella felt like she had been up here for ages. She wished the hat would just make a decision already! She wanted desperately to be in a good house, a place where she could make friends and feel at home. She closed her eyes tightly and began thinking about her family. She wished her dad was here.

"Ohh yes, I know just where you belong...better be HUFFLEPUFF!"

Ella looked up as the applause began. She breathed a sigh of relief as she approached the Hufflepuff table, anxious to sit down and process what had just happened. She smiled shyly as she was greeted with words of welcome.

Laura looked around the hall, it was huge so huge in fact she was sure that this must have once been a house on it's own and then they had made it into a castle, seriously if this was the size of every room in this castle, surely when you got to the top of the castle you would be able to touch the moon.

Laura had been half listening as other people got sorted before her, and then her name was called out she was sure now that she wouldn't be sorted, she would sit there and nothing would happen, after all it was just a hat and of course hats couldn't talk.

Laura walked nervously to the stool and sighed when the hat was place on her head now she just had to wait for the Professor to take it off and tell her what house she was in, she was shocked when the hat started to speak to her, saying that it knew there was only one house for her and that she would do well in that house and that house was "HUFFLEPUFF" Laura felt the hat being taken off her head, she wasn't happy she had been told things about Hufflepuff coming last in the house cup for a few years running, surely she had the right to appeal against this choice, well saying that it would probably be best to meet some of the Hufflepuff people before saying anything, so she smiled as she looked at her sister and then ran off to join the others hoping her sister would soon be following her.

Lana wasn't all to sure what to make of it all. From the moment she left the train and first set her eyes on just where she was going, she was left pretty speechless. She had never imagined this place was going to be this huge! Every thing was even better than the stories she had heard and she really couldn't wait to owl back to her parents about it.

Walking into the hall, she blinked as she tried to take everything in. It was unlike anything that she had ever seen before and she was pretty much in awe with it. Stopping to look around at the ceiling as it twinkled, she looked back down to see that she had lost her sister and hurried back to catch up with her. Standing close to Laura, she barely paid much attention to all the other students being sorted until she heard Laura's name.

Holding her breath, she listened to what the hat had to say about her sister. Hufflepuff! Laura was sorted a Hufflepuff! She wasn't even sure what to think about that. She wanted to be in the same house as her sister, but she didn't know now.

Hearing her name called, she slowly made her way up to the take a seat and bit her lip. She had a funny feeling about this and she wasn't looking forward to this moment, but it was too late to turn back now. Closing her eyes as she felt the hat placed on her head, she took a breath and waited.

Another Hyde I see. Lana Kalen Hyde. Yes, you are different than your sister. Two sister, similar yet different as can be. She is suited for Hufflepuff, but you not so much. I see something deep in you. The puffs would love to have you, but another house is your true home. A ready mind I see in you. So shall you find your kind with those of wit and learning. I have spoken and it will be....RAVENCLAW

Opening her eyes in shock as she heard her house, she looked to her sister. They were being separated! She had heard that 'puff and 'claws didn't always get along and that made her sad; but she was sure that they would make the best of it. Being a Ravenclaw sounded pretty nice, so she wasn't completely upset about it. Hopping of the stool after the hat was removed, she headed over to join her new housemates.