Upon entering the castle he was quickly ushered down to the other first years who were waiting outside the great hall. Nervously he glanced around at all of the grandeur which appeared as the doors of the great hall were flung open and he was granted entrance. The enchanted ceiling twinkled down overhead and enormous tables, laden with silver plates were crowded by the older students. The bright chatter dimmed and was suddenly extinguished as they entered the hall. The older students studied them carefully as they entered the hall looking for good students and potential rule breakers. As they walked up to the teachers table a small boy with greasy dark hair tripped, causing the surrounding students to snigger and smirk. The one person who did not laugh was a first year girl with beautiful red hair. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Jumping slightly as she caught him staring he looked away blushing guiltily. He decided he should learn to control his expressions. Slowly all the students in the hall focused their attention on the hat sitting on a stall. And the sorting hat began to sing…