Author's Note: You can count on this appearing in my fic Lusus Nature when I get far enough. Check it out and leave me a note; I'll certainly appreciate it.
Sorting Song: 1970
For all this past millennium
These furnishings antique
Have watched our school develop
But only I can speak.
So once again I welcome you
If you be young or old
And usher in another year
Of stories not yet told.
These tales are yours to tell
But stay, before you do,
And first allow me chronicle
What has preceded you.
It has been said for many years
And rarely e'er denied
That Gryffindor built a house that burned
With valiancy and pride,
And such was said of Hufflepuff
In legend oft' portrayed
That charity she did esteem
Diligence displayed.
Good Ravenclaw, I have been told
And seen with my own eyes
Sought wisdom, knowledge, valued truth,
Fought ignorance and lies.
In Slytherin's house will always go
Those determined striving few
Who though condemned by th'other three
To their own selves are true.
And what of you, new to these halls?
When all is taught and learned,
Will your name be one that's granted
Or a reputation earned?
I cannot say what is not known
And claim it to be true
If it be you who shape your house
Or th' house that changes you.