Hello! So, it's actually midnight, but it's still Monday...? I was too excited about the sorting! I hope you enjoy!
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The door swung open to reveal Professor McGonagall, stern-faced as ever as she scanned the crowd of eleven-year-olds.
Sam couldn't hear much but assumed she'd thanked the large man by the way he smiled. They followed the professor in, it was magnificent, with glowing torches that held high-dancing fire, a large, marble staircase, and a smooth, flagstone floor. From a door to the right, Sam could hear the drone of voices, presumably the other students.
She showed them into a small, empty chamber of the side of the hall, and watched as they crowded in, a bit too close for comfort as she spoke.
"Welcome to Hogwarts, the start of term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony because while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory, and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin, each house has its own noble history, and each had produced outstanding witches and wizards."
"While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup, a great honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you smarten yourself up as best you can while you are waiting."
Sam noticed her eyes lingered on a few choice students, and then she was speaking once more.
"I shall return when we are ready for you. Please wait quietly"
Sam watched as everyone rushed to smooth their hair or check their clothes, and he just rolled his eyes, however, his wing feathers smoothed a bit from their regular place on his wing, pressing flat against the appendage.
He heard chatter break out as soon as they'd left, and tried his best not to listen in, however, it was fruitless.
One girl was muttering every spell she'd read about, another guy was muttering something about trolls, and just about everyone was asking each other how they were to be sorted.
Suddenly, a few people screamed, and Sam turned just in time to see a bunch of ghosts coming through the walls and floors, his hand leaped to where he usually kept his gun, but of course, it wasn't there. He paid no attention to what they said because his heart was echoing loudly in his ears.
Gabriel placed a hand on his shoulder, muttering quietly to him, "Sam, they won't hurt you, these are different kinds of ghosts than you're used to."
He eventually stopped glaring at them in favour of listening to Professor McGonagall, who had just returned. "Move along now, the sorting is about to start." The ghosts left, and Sam immediately relaxed. "Now, form a line, and follow me."
Sam shuffled into line, Gabriel in front of him, and Lucifer behind him, they entered the hall, and Sam felt his mouth drop open.
The hall was huge, towering high above their heads with ease, and the ceiling appeared to be open, showing millions of stars. The hall was lit by thousands of floating candles that hovered over four tables, where the rest of the school sat. At the other end of the hall was a long table, that held adults which Sam figured must be the teachers.
Professor McGonagall led them up there so that they were in a line facing the other students, with the teachers behind them.
He focussed on the candles and ceiling, pointedly ignoring the hundreds of faces that stared up at him. He noticed a few other first years doing the same and felt relieved he wasn't alone in his nervousness.
He was jolted from his thoughts as Professor McGonagall placed a stool down, a ratty old hat atop of it. He watched as a rip opened in the hat, and immediately tuned it out as it began to sing. It was terrible, and he wondered how nobody else was either covering their ears or tuning it out. He was utterly baffled as everyone began to clap and cheer.
'People actually enjoyed that?' He actually began to wonder whether they were sane…
"Abbott, Hannah!" Oh, they were being sorted now… He watched the girl stumble over, and sit down, placing the overly-large hat on her head. Silence fell over the hall before finally, it cried out.
"Hufflepuff!" Cheers exploded from the Hufflepuff table, students bearing ties of yellow and black, while the rest of the hall clapped politely.
He tuned it out as best he could, at least until he heard a familiar name.
"Kearney, Michael!" The professor called, and Sam watched as Michael walked smoothly towards the stool.
He sat down and placed the hat on, it fell over his ears and the hall was completely still. He held his breath, watching and waiting when finally, something happened…
"Gryffindor!" He let out a breath, watching as the archangel moved to the loudest table, and took his place, turning back, eyes trained on the five angels left unsorted.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind, "When you are sorted, allow him to see a few memories, none containing your wings or true form." He almost jumped, before realizing that the others had heard it too, not to mention that it was Michael's familiar voice.
A little while passed by, before finally-
"Laufeyson, Gabriel!" Sam felt as if he was going up, rather than Gabriel. Everything was silent for the longest time before the hat finally spoke up.
"Slytherin!" He let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and smiled when their eyes met.
He waited, heart still pounding.
A few names later, Lucifer was next.
"Morningstar, Lucifer." A few shrieks rang out, mostly from a few first years, probably muggle-borns.
He strolled casually up to the stool and sat down, pulling the hat over his head with a smirk.
"Slytherin!" Was called out almost immediately, and he followed in Gabriel's footsteps to the green and silver table.
A few names later, and another angel was called.
"Novak, Castiel!" He watched Castiel sit on the stool, feathers ruffling as something was called out almost immediately.
"Hufflepuff!" Sam let a smile spread over his face, they had all assumed he would be in the house of loyalty. After all, he would do everything for his friends and family.
"Winchester, Dean!" Sam felt like his heart had stopped as Dean sat down on the stool.
There was a long, drawn-out silence before finally, the hat had come to a decision.
"Gryffindor!" Dean smiled and joined Michael, he noticed that his older brothers eyes lingered too long, and almost gasped in surprise. He recognized that look, and things slowly began to fall into place. He had no time to process this, however, because his name was called.
"Winchester, Sam!"
He approached the hat and settled down on the stool, putting the worn clothing over his head, and letting out a breath.
He allowed some of his memories to slip through and felt a voice, just behind his new mental defenses.
'Hm… Good mind, strong defenses. Powerful magic, you seem different, like the other five… Your magic is… strange… there is something different about you… better be-'
"Ravenclaw!" The hat yelled aloud, and Sam breathed a sigh of relief, moving over to the cheering table of blue, and settled down to watch the rest of the students be sorted.
"Hi," Greeted a boy Sam assumed was another first year, "Names Terry Boot, you're Sam Winchester, right?" He asked.
Sam nodded with a polite smile.
"So, Dean Winchester, you're related then?" He asked as a means of making conversation.
Sam nodded, "He's my brother."
He seemed to realize Sam didn't really feel like talking, because he turned to speak to some other students around him.
He knew that look, he'd seen it so many times… He'd seen it on Dean as a teenager with one or two of his serious girlfriends, he'd seen it on Jess, he'd seen it on himself, heck, he'd seen it on Dean whenever he looked at Cas. He'd always known his brother had loved the angel and had always been worried that he would get hurt, at least until he'd noticed Cas reciprocating the same, fleeting looks.
Food appeared on the table, and he unconsciously began to pile food on his plate.
But this was Michael, The Archangel, and Dean was playing a dangerous game, and he was going to get hurt.
Sam was startled from his ever darkening thoughts by the rest of the school standing, and beginning to follow their prefects.
He scrambled up, and began to follow, eyes doing their best to map out the path they followed.
He was surprised to see the portraits moving, they pointed at the group and spoke together in loud whispers. He was surprised as they suddenly came to a stop in front of a raven-shaped knocker, which hissed out a riddle.
"What runs but never talks, has a mouth but never talks."
The prefect thought for a moment before answering, "A river."
And just like that, the door swung in, and everyone piled in.
"First-year boys, up the stairs, first door on the right, girls, same on the left." Explained the prefect, whose name Sam still didn't know.
Sam followed the other boys and somehow managed to get to the bed at the end, where all his stuff already sat. He yawned, still exhausted from building his mental defenses, as he slipped into bed and shut the curtains, ignoring the other boys' chatter as he slowly fell asleep.