AN: I know I've got way to many fics runnig at once, but I've just got so many ideas that i need to write down before I forget them, and then I just upload them to see it I should even continue the fic, so sorry to all my followers for waiting so much, my brain is just not so brilliant.
John Smith walked up the steps towards the stool the sorting hat sat on. Minerva McGonnagall lifted it up and when John sat down, she placed the enormous, old brown hat on his head. «Hufflepuff!» He heard it shout and then followed by clapping and cheering from the students with the yellow and black ties. Johns face lit up and walked to the table as in a dream.
Clara felt everyones eyes on her during the trip up towards the sorting hat. Her mother had taken the time to braid her chocolate brown hair before going to Kings Cross station. It had all been quite a shock, though. Two months ago, an owl had flown to their new house in London and left a letter behind. It had taken a lot of time to just believe there were wizards and magic out there, but she had done really strange thingse that she couldn't understand or explain, and eventually, se believed it. Clara let out the breath she noticed she had been holding when she reached the stool. «Difficult», the hat said in her head «a lot of bravery in here, quite a brain too. But loyalty and boldness and so many qualities from different houses, but I have to say...» Where would she be sorted? «Hufflepuff!» He shouted and once again she could see the hufflepuffs cheering when the hat was removed from her head
So this is a sort of prolouge thingie. I've started working on the next chapter, but it probably won't be uploaded untill Friday since I've got a math test (ugh save me I'm doomed)