A/N* Hey everyone! I think today I'll get around to the sorting, hopefully. (I'm sure your all saying, finally!) I've got all the suggestions for the houses, and I must say, a few surprised me. But, nevertheless, I have a good idea of what the characters are like and what will please you, the readers. Hopefully you're not *too* disappointed with my decisions! ::audience hurls tomato at me:: Enjoy!
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Part: 8
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Upon reaching the lush grass of the castle, everyone was awestruck. They could hear the peaceful sound of falling water. To their left, there was a smooth rock of a black marble resting right on the edge of the cliff, and right beside it, was a spectacular water fall. It was fed from a large basin of a lake close to the castle. Two snake-like streams flowed around the castle in a moat. The water glistened with touches of silver, and the several sloping bridges, were positively charming. This place was the epitome of magic, it was absolutely breath taking.
Night was coming. As the group walked along the path to the castle, the full moon reflected the mica in the granite path. In the forest to the North, they could hear the crickets, and the wolves howling amongst the gigantic Trees, and entangling vines.
The castle was getting larger as they approached. The aged, grey brick went up and up and up. The towers twisted up wards, and the turrets were perfect in every detail. The small statues of serpents, lions, badgers and birds sat at every corner of the balconies. One of the towers had a crystal roof, and others had roofs of grey marble, forming a point. The doors were massive. At least thirty feet tall, the towering oak doors took Hagrid about a minute of pushing to open.
The great doors opened to reveal a wonder to the eyes.
"Wow," Claudine exclaimed, her eyes as wide as the moon outside.
The gothic cathedral ceiling was etched with designs filled with a rich, yellow gold. There was a beautiful marble staircase in front of the entry way, lined with a luxurious velvet rug, hugging the stair's every curve. To there right, there was another set of huge doors, opened widely. The rest of the school must've been in there, judging from the chatter. Claudia headed in there, until she heard the voice of a female teacher from behind her.
"First years," she said in a regular voice, somehow, no one had any trouble understanding her through the thick noise, "Please follow me."
She lead them into a large side room with paintings lining the wall.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, several of the young boys turned to face her with a hop, "I'm Professor McGonagall, and I'm also expecting your best behaviour."
She stared down a few boys with toads and rats in their pockets.
"The sorting will take place in a few moments. I will lead you into the great hall, and you will remain seated until I call out your name."
She looked around the room slowly through her square frames.
"Upon calling you name, you will come to the stage. Is there any questions?"
Claudia was about to ask what exactly 'sorted' meant when Professor McGonnagall went, "Right then. Follow me."
The hard looking woman lead the procession of first years to the front of a golden stage, gleaming beneath the glow of the twinkling ceiling. There were five tables in the hall, four facing vertically, one on a platform, sitting diagonally off the stage, overlooking the whole hall.
The four tables seated many of the students. The one farthest right was set with a tablecloth of scarlet red and gold. Lions perched at either end of the table, displaying their ferocious growl.
The next table was set with linens of Royal blue and gold. At either corner, there was a hand carved raven, staring out on to the stage.
The next table to the right was set in canary yellow and silver, with badgers carved from black walnut, supporting the table.
The table farthest to the left, was dressed in a table cloth of green and silver. Each of the chairs had snakes for legs, and the tables legs were encircled with delicate serpents.
Professor McGonnagol stepped up to the stage, a large roll of parchment clasped in her hand. She placed a wooden four-legged stool on the stage. Placed upon it was the most peculiar looking hat you'd ever seen. It had many different patches and was frayed at all the seams. It had dull orange patches, rust patches, red patches, and pale yellow patches, which all looked as though they had about 4 centimeters of dust on them.
" Of course, now we'll begin the sorting," Professor McGonnagall said through pursed lips, "When I call your name, you will be expected to come onto the platform, sit on the stool and place the sorting hat on top of your head. Leave it there until it shouts out the name of the house you will be put into," she seemed to say rather quickly, as though she was getting tired of it, "Now, if the hat has a few words to say."
The brim of the hat opened wide to expose the mouth, or what looked and acted like a mouth, of the hat.
"Why thank you, Professor!," the hat exclaimed, much to the delight of the students.
Now for One whole year I've sat,
Dreaming of the Day,
When more students would come to wear me,
for I have a lot to say.
Four great Wizards made me,
stitched me all by hand,
Gave me all their wisdom
to on you I'll brand
Godric, he did like,
Gyffindors, brave and true,
If that description fits,
The lion will be you.
Rowena, she had brains,
and prized smarts above the rest.
If that likens to your persona,
The raven will suit you best.
Helga, she was humble,
Patient, kind, and loyal.
If you resemble her,
The Badger will end your toil.
Salazar craved authority,
loved power and loved fame,
If this is your image,
The serpent you will tame.
Now if you have it in your mind,
where you think you'll be.
Although you may be correct,
I will not guarantee.
For it is up to history,
and what the wizards gave to me,
To select the house of help,
What it is you'll see.
After the Hat's lovely song, the hall burst into applause.
"So we just put on the hat," Claudette said through a sneer.
"That's amazing," Claudine exclaimed, "a hat reading your thought, who'd think of that?"
Claudia didn't much feel like saying anything. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were about to fly out of her throat. 'What if the hat can't place me,' she thought. She always excelled at magic in her old school, but they never had anything like this. She felt neither brave, loyal, smart, or powerful.
Professor McGonnagol began calling off names from her parchment:
"Abbot, Henry."
"Hufflepuff," the hat shouted, after a mere ten seconds.
"Allison, Tatjana."
"Ravenclaw."
The cute little girl with blonde pigtails hopped merrily over to the blue and gold table, and was greeted welcomely. Professor McGonnagol called out a few more names as Claudia looked at the girl. 'Everything's going well for her,' she thought, trying to convince herself it would be OK for her too.
"Connerick, Ryan."
"Slytherin"
Ryan scrambled over to the Slytherin table, which greeted him with applause and high fives.
"Ethan, Kristin."
"Ravenclaw."
Then the hat called Claudette. Claudette didn't look nervous at all. She glided up the stairs with her usual grace, sat down on the stool (after brushing it off), and crossed her legs. She clutched the hat delicately, and after looking at it, judging whether she should put something so filthy on her head, she placed it around her ears, oblivious to the whispers around her.
"What's going on, she can't be a first year."
"Is she's in first year, I'll fry my rat and eat him with dipping sauce."
Claudette waited in silence, until she heard a jovial voice from inside the hat.
"So you think this is stupid, eh?" the hat said with a chuckle, "Well, your none too bright either."
Claudette was about to say 'I beg your pardon' when she realized how stupid that would look; her talking to a hat!
"Well that rules out Ravenclaw, but let's see here. You've got fire in your belly, your not afraid to stand up to people. If someone wronged you, you wouldn't easily forget it. Well, that just about sums it up. You belong in…"
The hat shouted, "Slytherin."
Claudette grabbed the hat around the brim, and slowly took it off her head, making sure she smoothed over her hair. She slinked down the stairs and walked slowly over to the Slytherin table. She got a very warm welcome, except from Pansy, but Claudette never said anything nice to her either. She settled down on one of the seats and took a look up at the stage.
Claudia was sitting on the stool, hat plunked on listening to the voice.
"Now, I see plenty of brains, a willingness to work hard. hmmmm. You have a bit of courage also, but your wisdom just keeps shining through. You, m'dear, belong in…"
And the hat shouted out loudly, "Ravenclaw."
Claudia took off the hat, and walked down to the blue and gold table. There were tonnes of smiling faces there to welcome her. Handshakes, pats on the backs, and hellos. Claudia sank into one of the chairs, anxious to see what house Claudine would end up in, she was secretly glad she wasn't in the same house as Claudette.
Claudine was on the stool, her fists clenched in balls to her side, worrying about the hat's decision to put Claudette in Slytherin.
'I never thought she was a bad person, just a bit mislead,' she thought to herself.
"Oh, don't judge people by their house, that's my job! And I have a knack for seeing things in people that are embedded deep with in them."
There was a short pause, and the hat's words didn't put Claudine at rest at all.
"But within you, I see plenty of courage, loyalty, and bravery."
'Me, brave," she thought.
"I told you I have a knack for seeing what sometimes even the holder doesn't see. Now, where was I, Oh yes, plenty of bravery and courage, loyalty, a fair bit of knowledge here also. A tough one are we. Heh, heh, heh, I can handle it……………Oh, that's odd."
'what.'
"Oh, um, nothing. I say you'd do best in…"
And the hat shouted, " Gryffindor!"
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Weasley's had the loudest applause of all as Claudine went down to join the Gryffindor table.
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Sorry for all the other comments on house selection, you'll see how all this fits as the plot goes on. Please keep Reading!!! The next few stories will be really entertaining (I hope), so please keep reading and REVEIWING!!!!THANK YOU!!
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Part: 8
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Upon reaching the lush grass of the castle, everyone was awestruck. They could hear the peaceful sound of falling water. To their left, there was a smooth rock of a black marble resting right on the edge of the cliff, and right beside it, was a spectacular water fall. It was fed from a large basin of a lake close to the castle. Two snake-like streams flowed around the castle in a moat. The water glistened with touches of silver, and the several sloping bridges, were positively charming. This place was the epitome of magic, it was absolutely breath taking.
Night was coming. As the group walked along the path to the castle, the full moon reflected the mica in the granite path. In the forest to the North, they could hear the crickets, and the wolves howling amongst the gigantic Trees, and entangling vines.
The castle was getting larger as they approached. The aged, grey brick went up and up and up. The towers twisted up wards, and the turrets were perfect in every detail. The small statues of serpents, lions, badgers and birds sat at every corner of the balconies. One of the towers had a crystal roof, and others had roofs of grey marble, forming a point. The doors were massive. At least thirty feet tall, the towering oak doors took Hagrid about a minute of pushing to open.
The great doors opened to reveal a wonder to the eyes.
"Wow," Claudine exclaimed, her eyes as wide as the moon outside.
The gothic cathedral ceiling was etched with designs filled with a rich, yellow gold. There was a beautiful marble staircase in front of the entry way, lined with a luxurious velvet rug, hugging the stair's every curve. To there right, there was another set of huge doors, opened widely. The rest of the school must've been in there, judging from the chatter. Claudia headed in there, until she heard the voice of a female teacher from behind her.
"First years," she said in a regular voice, somehow, no one had any trouble understanding her through the thick noise, "Please follow me."
She lead them into a large side room with paintings lining the wall.
"Ahem," she cleared her throat, several of the young boys turned to face her with a hop, "I'm Professor McGonagall, and I'm also expecting your best behaviour."
She stared down a few boys with toads and rats in their pockets.
"The sorting will take place in a few moments. I will lead you into the great hall, and you will remain seated until I call out your name."
She looked around the room slowly through her square frames.
"Upon calling you name, you will come to the stage. Is there any questions?"
Claudia was about to ask what exactly 'sorted' meant when Professor McGonnagall went, "Right then. Follow me."
The hard looking woman lead the procession of first years to the front of a golden stage, gleaming beneath the glow of the twinkling ceiling. There were five tables in the hall, four facing vertically, one on a platform, sitting diagonally off the stage, overlooking the whole hall.
The four tables seated many of the students. The one farthest right was set with a tablecloth of scarlet red and gold. Lions perched at either end of the table, displaying their ferocious growl.
The next table was set with linens of Royal blue and gold. At either corner, there was a hand carved raven, staring out on to the stage.
The next table to the right was set in canary yellow and silver, with badgers carved from black walnut, supporting the table.
The table farthest to the left, was dressed in a table cloth of green and silver. Each of the chairs had snakes for legs, and the tables legs were encircled with delicate serpents.
Professor McGonnagol stepped up to the stage, a large roll of parchment clasped in her hand. She placed a wooden four-legged stool on the stage. Placed upon it was the most peculiar looking hat you'd ever seen. It had many different patches and was frayed at all the seams. It had dull orange patches, rust patches, red patches, and pale yellow patches, which all looked as though they had about 4 centimeters of dust on them.
" Of course, now we'll begin the sorting," Professor McGonnagall said through pursed lips, "When I call your name, you will be expected to come onto the platform, sit on the stool and place the sorting hat on top of your head. Leave it there until it shouts out the name of the house you will be put into," she seemed to say rather quickly, as though she was getting tired of it, "Now, if the hat has a few words to say."
The brim of the hat opened wide to expose the mouth, or what looked and acted like a mouth, of the hat.
"Why thank you, Professor!," the hat exclaimed, much to the delight of the students.
Now for One whole year I've sat,
Dreaming of the Day,
When more students would come to wear me,
for I have a lot to say.
Four great Wizards made me,
stitched me all by hand,
Gave me all their wisdom
to on you I'll brand
Godric, he did like,
Gyffindors, brave and true,
If that description fits,
The lion will be you.
Rowena, she had brains,
and prized smarts above the rest.
If that likens to your persona,
The raven will suit you best.
Helga, she was humble,
Patient, kind, and loyal.
If you resemble her,
The Badger will end your toil.
Salazar craved authority,
loved power and loved fame,
If this is your image,
The serpent you will tame.
Now if you have it in your mind,
where you think you'll be.
Although you may be correct,
I will not guarantee.
For it is up to history,
and what the wizards gave to me,
To select the house of help,
What it is you'll see.
After the Hat's lovely song, the hall burst into applause.
"So we just put on the hat," Claudette said through a sneer.
"That's amazing," Claudine exclaimed, "a hat reading your thought, who'd think of that?"
Claudia didn't much feel like saying anything. The butterflies in her stomach felt like they were about to fly out of her throat. 'What if the hat can't place me,' she thought. She always excelled at magic in her old school, but they never had anything like this. She felt neither brave, loyal, smart, or powerful.
Professor McGonnagol began calling off names from her parchment:
"Abbot, Henry."
"Hufflepuff," the hat shouted, after a mere ten seconds.
"Allison, Tatjana."
"Ravenclaw."
The cute little girl with blonde pigtails hopped merrily over to the blue and gold table, and was greeted welcomely. Professor McGonnagol called out a few more names as Claudia looked at the girl. 'Everything's going well for her,' she thought, trying to convince herself it would be OK for her too.
"Connerick, Ryan."
"Slytherin"
Ryan scrambled over to the Slytherin table, which greeted him with applause and high fives.
"Ethan, Kristin."
"Ravenclaw."
Then the hat called Claudette. Claudette didn't look nervous at all. She glided up the stairs with her usual grace, sat down on the stool (after brushing it off), and crossed her legs. She clutched the hat delicately, and after looking at it, judging whether she should put something so filthy on her head, she placed it around her ears, oblivious to the whispers around her.
"What's going on, she can't be a first year."
"Is she's in first year, I'll fry my rat and eat him with dipping sauce."
Claudette waited in silence, until she heard a jovial voice from inside the hat.
"So you think this is stupid, eh?" the hat said with a chuckle, "Well, your none too bright either."
Claudette was about to say 'I beg your pardon' when she realized how stupid that would look; her talking to a hat!
"Well that rules out Ravenclaw, but let's see here. You've got fire in your belly, your not afraid to stand up to people. If someone wronged you, you wouldn't easily forget it. Well, that just about sums it up. You belong in…"
The hat shouted, "Slytherin."
Claudette grabbed the hat around the brim, and slowly took it off her head, making sure she smoothed over her hair. She slinked down the stairs and walked slowly over to the Slytherin table. She got a very warm welcome, except from Pansy, but Claudette never said anything nice to her either. She settled down on one of the seats and took a look up at the stage.
Claudia was sitting on the stool, hat plunked on listening to the voice.
"Now, I see plenty of brains, a willingness to work hard. hmmmm. You have a bit of courage also, but your wisdom just keeps shining through. You, m'dear, belong in…"
And the hat shouted out loudly, "Ravenclaw."
Claudia took off the hat, and walked down to the blue and gold table. There were tonnes of smiling faces there to welcome her. Handshakes, pats on the backs, and hellos. Claudia sank into one of the chairs, anxious to see what house Claudine would end up in, she was secretly glad she wasn't in the same house as Claudette.
Claudine was on the stool, her fists clenched in balls to her side, worrying about the hat's decision to put Claudette in Slytherin.
'I never thought she was a bad person, just a bit mislead,' she thought to herself.
"Oh, don't judge people by their house, that's my job! And I have a knack for seeing things in people that are embedded deep with in them."
There was a short pause, and the hat's words didn't put Claudine at rest at all.
"But within you, I see plenty of courage, loyalty, and bravery."
'Me, brave," she thought.
"I told you I have a knack for seeing what sometimes even the holder doesn't see. Now, where was I, Oh yes, plenty of bravery and courage, loyalty, a fair bit of knowledge here also. A tough one are we. Heh, heh, heh, I can handle it……………Oh, that's odd."
'what.'
"Oh, um, nothing. I say you'd do best in…"
And the hat shouted, " Gryffindor!"
Hermione, Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Weasley's had the loudest applause of all as Claudine went down to join the Gryffindor table.
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Sorry for all the other comments on house selection, you'll see how all this fits as the plot goes on. Please keep Reading!!! The next few stories will be really entertaining (I hope), so please keep reading and REVEIWING!!!!THANK YOU!!