A/N Hey, guys! It's been a while. I've been deleting a few of my stories which really just made me cringe, and I'm pretty much starting over with my stories. I thought a good place to start would be with a quick little oneshot. I was just looking around in the Harry Potter archive, and this came to me. :P
They line up in a neat row in front of the stool, just like every year.
Some look scared.
Some look sick.
Some simply look ready to get it over with.
They're all nervous, even the ones who look ridiculously eager to put the Hat on their heads. Sitting on that stool, in front of all the other kids, is a daunting idea.
Swish!
A scroll is pulled open, and names ring out.
"Adams!"
"Belby!"
"Longbottom!"
"Weasley!"
"Zabini!"
Some stumble up the steps, turning red as they trip over too long robes. Some practically run, they're so eager to get Sorted. Some stroll up like they own the place. Some simply keep their heads down and hope they don't embarrass themselves.
Many become Gryffindor.
Plenty become Slytherin.
A good amount become Ravenclaw.
More than just a few become Hufflepuff.
They hurry to their tables in a flurry of applause, and join their new families. Some sit beside people they met on the train; others sit by friendly looking strangers. Some sit by themselves, and wait for a friend to be sorted, while others join siblings.
They say every sorting is different and unique. The brand new witches and wizards always are, that is true. But the basic mechanics of the Sorting? It never changes.
And it always ends on this note:
Welcome, first years.
So, how was it? I don't own anything. It all belongs to Rowling. Hope you enjoy!