Drystan
The Sorting Room was huge.
The knot in the middle and the statues and the balcony, it was all so much bigger than I thought it would be. I could feel the tension in the air, the anticipation from the older years up on the balcony. Blaine was waving to me. I directed my attention back to the statues.
They all stood rather menacingly, looking down at all the first years with some kind of accusations in their eyes. We stood along the walls of the room, our backs pressed against it as the headmaster called names from the balcony. I wasn't listening when he called the first name, but I know now who it was, and I regret not originally paying attention.
"Gemini Acampora."
A curved girl with bright pink hair slowly stepped forward, walking until she stood in the middle of the gordian knot on the floor. Her hair almost seemed to go pinker as she stood. Then, right before all of us, the statues shifted slightly. They seemed like they were assessing her.
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Keith
I felt awful for that girl standing in the middle of the floor. She looked scared out of her mind. But, after a few seconds, we all flinched as the Wampus statue let out a large roar. Gemini was then directed to a hallway between the Thunderbird and Horned Serpent statues.
"How long until you go?" Ayva whispered from beside me.
"Probably a while," I whispered back, as the Thunderbird flapped its wings, "I'm a V."
"Aw, okay. I'm an S, so I'll wait for you!"
I smiled. "Thanks."
Student after student went to stand in the middle of the room. The Thunderbird would flap its wings, the Wampus would roar, the stone on the head of the Horned Serpent would glow, and the Pukwudgie would raise it's knocked arrow to the sky.
"Drystan Redgrave."
Ayva and I watched as that same boy from before walked to the middle of the room. We all stood silent, but everyone held their breath when the Wampus roared, illuminated by the Horned Serpents light.
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Drystan
Two of the statues were reacting.
What?!
I felt my body get hot, and my breath caught in my throat. Everyone in the school seemed to stare at me.
"Mr. Redgrave," The headmaster said from his stand, "You are left with the choice."
"Ch-.. choice?"
"You may choose Wampus, house of the warriors," he gestured to the Wampus statue, "Or you may choose Horned Serpent, house of the scholars."
"Wampus favors warriors, it represents the body of a witch or wizard." Orion echoed in my mind, "... Horned Serpent, my house, favors scholars and represents the mind."
"Horned Serpent," I said.
I heard a small clap from above, as if Orion was high-fiving Nat or Zayne. I was led to a large hall, and was stood with the Horned Serpents, about five or six other students. They were talking amongst themselves, so I didn't chime in. A few minutes went by before the girl and the boy from earlier stood next to each other with the Pukwudgies. A few more minutes went by before the headmaster made his way ahead of us again.
"Now that you have been sorted into your houses," he said, "Who's ready to receive a wand?"