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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 limit yourself to one post per character.

If you are role-playing sortings for two characters, you may include both characters in the same post, or post them separately.

Always ensure there is at least one other post between each of your own (do not double-post).

*Lottiepot* · 05-02-2023, 12:02 AM

Did Fynley look and feel a little bit ridiculous being this older, much taller student in a sea of first years awaiting their chance to be sorted? Absolutely. Was he a little excited to be at Hogwarts? Also yes. The stoic look on his face said otherwise however as he stood in the group in an attempt to at least retain some of his street credit. Not that he had any. Fynn was in the unfortunate position of being the ‘new kid’ and therefore would have to start from the bottom all over again. At least he had the advantage of having attended Ilvermorny and despite not being the best student when it came to listening in classes, or reading textbooks, or doing homework, he would not be behind his peers at all academically.

The fifteen year old couldn’t care less what house he was about to be sorted into nor did he have an inkling for which it would be. Neither of his parents had attended the school and the only information he’d been relayed was from his Mum’s cousin who he rarely saw anyway. She had been a Ravenclaw but if there was one house he was not going to fit in it would be there.

With a surname fairly high up alphabetically, the lad didn’t have to wait long to be called up to the front. Thankfully he wasn’t shy as the hundreds of eyes followed his steps eagerly awaiting the results. He slumped onto the stool as the Sorting Hat was placed onto his head. It started rambling on about personality traits, where he would fit in, something about being ambitious, resourceful and a leader. If Fynn was going to be perfectly honest, he wasn’t exactly taking in much of what it was saying instead distracted by the thought of the food that would follow considering he had unintentionally skipped breakfast and only eaten sweets on the train. It wasn’t exactly the best diet for a growing boy and had left him with a grumbling stomach.

The Sorting Hat was clearly getting frustrated by Fynley’s lack of attention resulting in a very abrupt announcement.

“Slytherin!”

The hat was removed and Fynn nonchalantly hopped off the stool and headed towards the cheering table.

He did suit green.

Zellanna · 05-02-2023, 05:37 AM

The Beta-Eriksons were coming up next, and Armand was called up first. If there was anywhere he expected to be, it was following after his family lineage of Slytherin. He sat upon the stool as if it were a throne (though obviously the only place for his hands was in his lap) and let the Sorting Hat upon his head.

There wasn't much moment between the had touching the boy's head and a few grumbles, before the announcement was made: "Slytherin!!"

Damien was up next, and he had his own worries. He wasn't as confident as his twin, and was told he was strangely much like the child he'd never have a chance to meet that he was named after. His father, of course, never met the child either, so they only had his grandfather's comments to go off of. And as the hat was placed upon his head, he could hear the mumbles and grumbles and whispers of Hufflepuff. "Slytherin, please. Like my family, like my brother... I can do better. I can push harder."

"Do better, push harder, you say..." the Sorting Hat repeated. "Is that so? Do you have the ambition it takes to compete for the best?"

"Yes! Yes I swear it!" Damien said emphatically but quietly.

"Very well then. Show us what you can do. Slytherin!!"

Damien signed with relief and ran up to his brother, who was waiting halfway between the sorting hat and the Slytherin table. He took his twin's hand, and the two walked there together.

Stefan · 05-02-2023, 07:40 AM

Yoji Reed's first train ride was thankfully more on the pleasant side, all things considered. Despite being so lost, nervous, and very much uncertain, he'd made acquaintances right away given his situation. It was a taste of what was to come, and although he wasn't really into being thrown in the deep end of things, he quickly realized that he needed to adapt fairly quickly, because Hogwarts will definitely not wait on him. Thanking Amaterasu for the safe passage both by train and boat (no giant squid!), Yoji joined his fellow first years and transferees towards the entrance hall where they were all asked to wait. He took the time to catch his breath, noting just how HUGE Hogwarts is compared to Mahoutokoro, and how it seemed so similar and yet so different at the same time. He barely committed details to memory for later exploration when they were finally summoned again and ushered towards the Great Hall.

For a second there, he forgot how to breathe. His dad wasn't joking when he said it was a great hall for a reason. He literally felt like a tiny bug looking up at the night sky, making it seem like the room was infinite. Even moreso, he could feel the unmistakable ebb and flow of magic around him. Like Hogwarts was a living, breathing, even sentient being. It was a good thing he was taught in Mahoutokoro to reach into the energies and release them simultaneously in a perpetual loop to help him regulate his magic. Otherwise, he could've combusted right then and there from the potency of the place.

It wasn't until he was pushed and shoved by the other students that he started to walk again and focused his attention to... a singing hat. "That must be the Sorting Hat..." he mumbled to himself in Japanese, peeking between the spaces made by taller transfer students in front of him so he could take a good look. The Sorting Hat did look funny, singing like a muggle puppet. However, Yoji's smile faded the moment his name was called. He'd been distracted by the way the sorting was done, clapping with the rest of the student body whenever a student was claimed. He was told by his dad that he only need to keep his mind open the whole time, and let the sorting hat do its thing. But... what is the thing?

Swallowing hard and balling both fists, Yoji excused himself and squeezed his way in between bigger bodies. Keeping himself steady, Yoji gave the hat a slight bow of his head as he watched it twitch its mouth, ready to read him. He carefully lifted the ancient hat, placed it on his head, and sat on the provided stool and waited. From where he sat, he could see every single student in Hogwarts, some of which he already knew by name and face. Flustered by the attention, Yoji quietly exhaled, and mentally reminded himself to gaze at the distant mountain. "Pay no mind..." he muttered in Japanese, repeating the basic lessons he learned from his kendoka sensei.

"Konbanwa, Yoji-kun." the first year paled at the greeting, Hogwarts once again pulled the rug under his feet! He did not expect that! Yoji sat straigher, bowing his head again, tipping the sorting hat to the front, askewed.

"Another Reed in Hogwarts! Wooooonderful! Wonderful, indeed. And yes, the fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, I see. It is remarkable how you have honed your skill for a student so young, Yoji-kun. HAH! Mahoutokoro lost a very skilled student! But not to worry, here you will gain more... for yourself! But for that to happen, you must get rid of your fears and your doubts, and with the help of your house you just might unlock your true potential." the Sorting Hat paused a moment, considering two houses for the first year.

Could it be? A hatstall?

"Here in Hogwarts, we say not to tickle a sleeping dragon, but in your case, we must awaken the sleeping dragon within you. Best of luck to you, my dear young friend."

RAVENCLAW!!!

Yoji tipped back, almost slipping out of the stool, his ears ringing from the Sorting Hat's loud voice. He could barely hear the applause for his brain was still processing what the hat told him. Operating now in auto-pilot, Yoji removed the hat, placed it back on the stool and bowed his thanks to it. As he moved to where his house table was, the trimming on Yoji's robes turned blue, his tie matching the colors of Ravenclaw.

Uncle Moose · 05-02-2023, 02:36 PM

Paige seemed to blend in with all the little first years that were getting sorted. Certainly there were some taller students among them as well probably transfers like there that were getting sorted too. She hoped she would not be mistaken for a first year as she was most certainly NOT. She stood there and balanced on her heels and tippy-toes waiting for her name to be called. She watched that shy boy she shared a compartment with get sorted into Ravenclaw and nearly fall off his seat. It would be fun to watch him throughout the year. He was hilarious.

"Paige Hall."

"Oh goodie! My Turn!" she yipped as she was on the back of her heels tilting forward and launching herself from the tips of her toes to the stool to have go at the Hat as her name was called.

She sat down and grasped the front seat of the stool with her two hands as the hat was lowered over her crown.

"Oh...hmmm an older student come to learn at Hogwarts now." The hat paused for a moment. Paige sat in a silent but excited anticipation of what else the Hat would have to say. "You are quite the mixed bag if I must say. You have a deep love for your family with an adventurous soul." This next pause was fast. Paige had assumed that the next words out of the hat's mouth would be her house. "I see you seek many things of value with creative means to gain and possess them."

"BETTER BE...HUFFLEPUFF!"

"That's the Yellow one!" she shouted in glee her own yelling drowned out by the cheering of the Hufflepufff table that was as Gold as a Galleon!!

cindajean · 05-03-2023, 12:50 AM

Bettie being nervous and excited walked in the great hall with rest of the students to be sorted and up to the front. She cannot believe that she is at a school for witchcraft and it looks amazing. Her family talked about Ilvermorny where they all went.
Before she knew it her name was being called.

Monroe, Bettie

Bettie made her way up to the stool and had the sorting hat placed on her head. She did not remember much about what the hat was saying. It did seem to take forever before it shouted,
“Slytherin!”

The hat was removed and Bettie hopped off the stool and headed towards the cheering table.

oh its Erik ok · 05-03-2023, 02:08 PM

The one thing Amatheia had going for her is either way the hat or Professors decided order. She would be near the top since her initials were AB. She hears her named called and makes her way up to the old hat. She did know what was weirder how old it was or that it felt really weirder on he top of her head. She didn't like hats much. Especially ones as old as this thing.

Was a long awkward silence where she was saying nothing and she heard nothing from this talking hat. And speak of the devil she jolted up on the stool in surprise when its started talking. Talking about her dad as a student first which was interesting enough since he didnt talk much about hogwarts outside of how tdk formed and she heard that story a million times. honestly was probably a little too curious about what what dad was like at school outside of tdk. BUT before she could even think of a questions or witty comments she heard it yell

"RAVENCLAW"

Theia blinked a couple times stunned. Was it really as simple as that??? Like she didn't mind being in Ravenclaw she would not have minded being in Gryffindor with Maggie or any of the houses her cousins where in. The hat was taken from her head and ah yeah she should make her way over to the claw table now.

Her nerves were shot and she needed some food and something sweet to drink

itsjustjesse · 05-04-2023, 04:26 AM

Amelia was trying her best to hide her excitement at being in Hogwarts, and unlike her mother, hiding her emotions came easily to her. She didn’t come with the uncanny ability to have her skin, hair, or any part of her light up like a neon Christmas tree showing just what she was feeling which was quite a relief. She anxiously waited for her name to be called, that was the thing about having a surname starting with Y you always waited nearly to the end.

Always.

Phhhh.

There were so few students left. She stuck out like there didn’t she? “Yarborough, Amelia” when she heard her name she felt her heartbeat quicken and her hands tightened into fists as she steeled her nerves. It was time. She could do this. She could, she got this. Right? It wasn’t like she was going to feint right there – right? No, even though she did feel a little nervous and woozy but that was probably all because of her impossible level of hunger. Making her way to the stool the fourteen year old made her way to the stool and the realization that she was here, that she had made it, that she had successfully broken her parents iron resolve to let her go to the school that had almost broken them, the school that had also made them.

With a bright smile on her face she thought a gleeful hello to the hat, knowing full well that it would be able to tell what she thought, that it would be able to speak to her. That maybe, just maybe it didn’t have to speak just aloud but could know what she wanted deep down. ”Ah, Yarborough, I knew your parents” the hat spoke she could feel it moving as it spoke ad couldn’t help but laugh the movement tickled not like it had given her lice or anything, it was like lots of little fingers playing with her hair. It was simply impossible not to laugh. Though it was very possible it cold have given someone lice in the past, the thought of it made her squirm on the stool. ”hmm, you seem to be stubborn and loyal, like both of your parents, interesting indeed you would fit in slytherin and your father’s house of huff-“ the positively impatient girl interrupted the hat, ”hufflepuff, put me in Hufflepuff not because of my dad but because of the kitchen, i need access to late night snacks a girl needs her study food” she grinned and paused a second “sorry for interrupting” she added as she felt the guilt of being rude to the impossibly old tattered possibly lice ridden hat. She would never ever suggest to its shabby face that it had been given lice of course, that was rude. She would never be rude to its face. She would just use a lice-removing potion on her hair later.

”ah, there, you came with a decision then” the hat seemed to be pleased with her at least it didn’t know that she was planning her lice bath. Or at least she hoped.

”HUFFLEPUFF”

Amelia hopped off of the stool as soon as the hat was removed from her head and gave it a little salute and wink before skipping off to her new table. Hufflepuff, she was home with her badgers. Ferocious and loyal.

Deezerz · 05-06-2023, 12:57 AM

It was obvious what house he was going to be a part.

There wasn't an once in him that doubted he would follow into the bloodline that ran green and silver. The pale green-eyed boy sat on the stool as this ran through his mind--his robes pristine and screaming generational wealth and power. It was silly to have to sit there, on a stool sat on by everyone's and their mum's butt. He hoped it was charmed to sanitized on its own.

The Sorting Hat was lowered onto his head, and just as it touched a strand of his perfect brown hair, the Hat was already shouting:

"SLYTHERIN!"

Told you.

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