Percy's Sorting

Eleven years old I look around

Lost in a sea of school robes.

Across the lake in an old boat

I proceed and tremble in fear.

The sorting begins; my name is called

The sorting hat is on my head

I sit and pray and hope 'gainst hope

When I hear it shout "Gryffindor!"

I am relieved as they cheer

The first boy in my year

Sorted into Gryffindor

Oh! There's been a mistake

I belong not in this house of courage

Or bravery, valor and honor

I belong in the house of knowledge

With fellow geeks, nerds and brains

I sit and eat with melancholy

Ignored by all the others

The only other Gryffindor boy

Sorted says to me, "hello"

"Hello," I respond, "My name is Percy"

"I'm Oliver Wood," he replies

"we're going to be bestest friends"

I can't help myself, I smile.



AHHH!!!! POETRY!!!! FROM ME!!! I can't help it. I was struck by inspiration. This is how I envisioned Percy's sorting to be. Don't ask why, I'm not really sure.

Oh, and Percy and Oliver do become bestest friends, until Oliver's 2nd year when he starts playing Quidditch and then their third when the twins arrive. They get close again in senior year again, though.

But enough talk.

I was, am, and will always be; Immortaljedi