Magus put the bag in his pocket.
They entered the great hall. Torches shone all around. There were four large Tables, One for each house. Magus Knew the student's names, what they had done during their last year, detentions, grades, and all of those things. He was looking forward to revealing a few things about anyone he didn't like.
They arrived at the stage, and professor Mcgonagall put down the old hat his father had called The Sorting hat.
He waited for the song.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty
but don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find
a smarter hat than me
You can keep your bowlers black
Your top hats sleek and tall
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be
You might belong in Griffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking Cap!"
He sighed. "It used that one 40 years ago. It was in the records."
"Ambercrombie, Filch" "SLYTHERIN!"
The sorting had begun.
Magus Mcnichol took out his candy. It was a long way to the m's.
He watched the houses cheering for their new members. The teachers clapping at their tables. If any of them had bothered to introduce themselves, Magus would have known 15 times more than they had said. He watched the girl from the train, "Granger, Hermione" Become a Griffindor. "Damn, That's a nice house! They got HER? Good freakin lord. Wonder what that ugly hat's standards are?"
The L's were up. Magus knew they had quite a few that year. He was out of candy, no less.
Finally, the m's came. Magus Walked on to the stage and put the hat on.
"Anyone ever tell you you smell like mothballs? Because if no one ever has, they have no sense of smell." Thought Magus.
"The roses ARE lovely today, my girl, LOVELY!" Said the hat.
"WHAT?" Thought Magus.
"You know, one who stops to taste the daisies can't drink pine needles?"
"Umm...Right.... Now, about the house I'm in?"
"Ah, yes, yes. I pick the daisy house, with its leader, Prof and his turtle!"
"That house does not exist. What turtle? There are four houses! Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Griffindor."
"Right. Right. RAVENCLAW, HUFFLEPUFF, SLYTHERIN AND GRIFFINDOR!"
The Great hall had never been so quiet.
"Did I do it? I did a good job, yes, I did."
"No. You pick one." "Oh...YOU PICK ONE!"
"Oh lord. Just say Griffindor, then!"
"Yes, of course. Griffindor. GRIFFINDOR! HE PICKED IT! DON'T BLAME ME IF IT DOESN'T WORK OUT!"
Magus put the hat down on the stool. No cheers greeted him on his way to Griffindor.
It was Schala's turn. She stepped up and waited while Professor Mcgonagall put the hat and asked it what it thought it was doing.
The hat said, "I am SORTING these students, now, If you don't mind, the young lady who has skipped a year would like to be sorted. I will shut my ears until you put me on that young lady's head."
Professor Mcgonagall put the hat on Schala's head. "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table cheered, half-heartedly. This one was skipping a year…. They were nervous. They handed her locket with a charm of a mug holding something blue in it. There was an "N" engraved on the outside.
Magus stared at his empty plate. A pumpkin pasty appeared.
"How did you do that? You haven't learned a thing yet!" The fifth year next to Magus whispered. "Are you the freak all the Slitherins were talking about? Disgraceful Behavior, that."
"Yeah, I suspect so. I'm more Gifted than freakish, though. "
"Huh?"
"Don't need a wand, you see. Not to mention I was taught Magic at the age of…. 9 months? My age was magically enhanced so I'd learn it."
"Gosh. Who did it to you? Your dad?"
"Yeah, My real one."
"Oh, who's your dad now?"
"Dumbledore."
"No WAY!"
"Yes way, Percy."
"I like you, Magus, You'll go far."
Magus didn't care for Percy. Not one bit.
"Potter, Harry"
A Loud murmur passed through the crowd. Magus looked up to see Harry walking towards the hat shaking like a leaf. "Harry is Harry Potter! Wow." Magus thought.
Harry walked up to the stool and put on the hat. It took a few minutes, and then… "GRIFFINDOR!" Harry got up, still shaking.
Ron got sorted into Griffindor, and they all enjoyed their meal.
Then they went to their common rooms.
Magus had a Dream that night.
They entered the great hall. Torches shone all around. There were four large Tables, One for each house. Magus Knew the student's names, what they had done during their last year, detentions, grades, and all of those things. He was looking forward to revealing a few things about anyone he didn't like.
They arrived at the stage, and professor Mcgonagall put down the old hat his father had called The Sorting hat.
He waited for the song.
"Oh you may not think I'm pretty
but don't judge on what you see.
I'll eat myself if you can find
a smarter hat than me
You can keep your bowlers black
Your top hats sleek and tall
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be
You might belong in Griffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a thinking Cap!"
He sighed. "It used that one 40 years ago. It was in the records."
"Ambercrombie, Filch" "SLYTHERIN!"
The sorting had begun.
Magus Mcnichol took out his candy. It was a long way to the m's.
He watched the houses cheering for their new members. The teachers clapping at their tables. If any of them had bothered to introduce themselves, Magus would have known 15 times more than they had said. He watched the girl from the train, "Granger, Hermione" Become a Griffindor. "Damn, That's a nice house! They got HER? Good freakin lord. Wonder what that ugly hat's standards are?"
The L's were up. Magus knew they had quite a few that year. He was out of candy, no less.
Finally, the m's came. Magus Walked on to the stage and put the hat on.
"Anyone ever tell you you smell like mothballs? Because if no one ever has, they have no sense of smell." Thought Magus.
"The roses ARE lovely today, my girl, LOVELY!" Said the hat.
"WHAT?" Thought Magus.
"You know, one who stops to taste the daisies can't drink pine needles?"
"Umm...Right.... Now, about the house I'm in?"
"Ah, yes, yes. I pick the daisy house, with its leader, Prof and his turtle!"
"That house does not exist. What turtle? There are four houses! Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Griffindor."
"Right. Right. RAVENCLAW, HUFFLEPUFF, SLYTHERIN AND GRIFFINDOR!"
The Great hall had never been so quiet.
"Did I do it? I did a good job, yes, I did."
"No. You pick one." "Oh...YOU PICK ONE!"
"Oh lord. Just say Griffindor, then!"
"Yes, of course. Griffindor. GRIFFINDOR! HE PICKED IT! DON'T BLAME ME IF IT DOESN'T WORK OUT!"
Magus put the hat down on the stool. No cheers greeted him on his way to Griffindor.
It was Schala's turn. She stepped up and waited while Professor Mcgonagall put the hat and asked it what it thought it was doing.
The hat said, "I am SORTING these students, now, If you don't mind, the young lady who has skipped a year would like to be sorted. I will shut my ears until you put me on that young lady's head."
Professor Mcgonagall put the hat on Schala's head. "RAVENCLAW!"
The Ravenclaw table cheered, half-heartedly. This one was skipping a year…. They were nervous. They handed her locket with a charm of a mug holding something blue in it. There was an "N" engraved on the outside.
Magus stared at his empty plate. A pumpkin pasty appeared.
"How did you do that? You haven't learned a thing yet!" The fifth year next to Magus whispered. "Are you the freak all the Slitherins were talking about? Disgraceful Behavior, that."
"Yeah, I suspect so. I'm more Gifted than freakish, though. "
"Huh?"
"Don't need a wand, you see. Not to mention I was taught Magic at the age of…. 9 months? My age was magically enhanced so I'd learn it."
"Gosh. Who did it to you? Your dad?"
"Yeah, My real one."
"Oh, who's your dad now?"
"Dumbledore."
"No WAY!"
"Yes way, Percy."
"I like you, Magus, You'll go far."
Magus didn't care for Percy. Not one bit.
"Potter, Harry"
A Loud murmur passed through the crowd. Magus looked up to see Harry walking towards the hat shaking like a leaf. "Harry is Harry Potter! Wow." Magus thought.
Harry walked up to the stool and put on the hat. It took a few minutes, and then… "GRIFFINDOR!" Harry got up, still shaking.
Ron got sorted into Griffindor, and they all enjoyed their meal.
Then they went to their common rooms.
Magus had a Dream that night.