All Harry Potter aspects are not mine to own.
As I walk into the Great Hall, for the first time, I shake. My hands are trembling and my mind is racing. What house will I be in? What house will I be in? What house will I be in?
"Otwil, Patrick" a lovely women said so very elegantly as a young boy the same age as me walks up and sits on the stool, placed in front of everyone, and a large old hat is placed on his head. After a moment of silence, the hat moved and, even more shocking to me, projected out into the Great Hall for everyone to hear, "Ravenclaw." I jump as one fourth of the school scream and cheer. The boy might has well have hopped up and skipped to his house table. I do not think I would do well in that house at all... He told me on the train that you have to be really smart to be in that house... I know nothing about magic.
"Strange, Christina" a confidant young girl walked up and sat down with her head held high. The hat was barely placed on her head when it yelled "Griffindor." More hoots and hollers emerged from the hall, this time from a different table. I am shaking like a leaf there is no way I'm going to be in that house...
"Holland, Aaron" A boy walked up looking about as nervous as I am walked up and sat down. The sorting hat took about as much time as the Griffindor before him to scream "Slytherin." Looking ten times more relaxed, he got up and walked up to the cheering table. The boy next to me whispers "I knew that he would be in Slytherin, his whole family was in it. High and mighty pureblood, his family is".
I look over to him and very much out of nowhere is his mind I ask: "What's a 'pureblood'"?
He looks back at me shocked and replies. "Are you daft? A pureblood is a Wizard comes from an all magical family." He turns back to his friend and mumbles something to the point where I cannot hear and I blush, looking down.
"Hoffle, Adam" the boy who had just thumped his nose at me for asking a simple question, walks up and takes his place on the stool waiting to be sorted. As the hat was placed on his head he gleamed with excitement. It was my impression that he could care less what house he was in because he was in Hogwarts. "Hufflepuff" the hat yelled. There were hoots and hollers from his house as he jumped up and ran to take a seat with his new found family. What on Earth is a Hufflepuff? I stood there thinking to myself getting lost in my own mind when I hear a voice say my name.
"Copper, Grace" I look up, still shaking, and walk slowly up to the stool and breathe in deeply as I set myself down on it. My head got heavy as the hat was placed on it. Talking at if it was in my head the hat spoke. "Hmmm a muggle born I see. Well, you are quite talented. This is a difficult one. It must be HUFFLEPUFF". I stand up, still shaking, and walk over to the table full of screaming witches and wizards. I sit down quietly and wait until the other new students get sorted into their respective houses. Once the food magically appeared everyone digs in. I think to myself, picking at my pudding, wondering: What is a Hufflepuff?