Title: Sorting Ceremony
Author: SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Warnings: None too bad...readers may get a little confused.
A/N: Wow, this must be my first G-rated fic! (The world may be coming to an end, but it
better not! I still have stories to write!) I don't think that what I'm writing entails much
angst or language...surprise, surprise!
Oh yeah. "The table on the right" is Hufflepuff, the "table second from the left" is
Ravenclaw, and the one "on the far left" is Gryffindor. With the High Table horizontal on
the far wall across from the door, and the House tables vertical, left to right they are:
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slythrin, and Hufflepuff. If I'm wrong, please correct me.
"'Bulstrode, Millicent' then became a Slythrin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slythrin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot."
--Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
"Sorting Ceremony"
"Bulstrode, Millicent!" Professor McGonagall calls out. She's a tall witch, with black hair,
rich green robes, and a very stern face. I get the impression that she didn't like me; when
I go up to the Sorting Hat, I see that she has her thin lips pursed and her eyes narrowed.
The inside of the hat is dark. I sit for a moment, wondering whether anything is supposed
to be happening.
"Well, well...hello, dear." I jump slightly in surprise as a tiny voice whispers in my ear. "Let's
see...hardworking, determined...perhaps Hufflepuff?"
-With all those puddingheads?- I think in scorn, before I can stop myself. The hat's laugh
rings like a small Christmas bell in the darkness.
"Hm, perhaps not..." A moment of silence, and I begin to worry. Then, the hat says, "Ah, yes...
this is interesting. You want to be a great Arithmancer...high goals, dear, extremely high goals.
You would be perfect for SLYTHRIN!"
I realize that the hat's last word was shouted for the whole Hall to hear. I'm a Slythrin...
I remove the Sorting Hat, placing it carefully on the stool. I'm a Slythrin...like my dad. He'll be
so proud...
The table next to Hufflepuff's explodes with cheers. I walk over to it, a shy smile on my face.
I know that I'm blushing.
****
"Crabbe, Vincent!"
I'm so nervous, when Professor McGonagall calls my name, Goyle has to poke me in the side to
get me moving toward the Sorting Hat. It feels like everyone is staring at me, which makes me
fumble clumsily as I put the hat on my head.
"Vincent Crabbe," murmurs a tiny voice that I guess to be the Sorting Hat's. "How lovely. Don't be
so worried, Vincent, I won't place you wrong. This is easy...such deviousness, to make others
think that your strength means little intelligence. 'Twill give you an advantage, one of these days, my
dear young SLYTHRIN!"
I resist the urge to laugh. Of course the Hat would see through my little ploy. But no one else had,
and that was the important thing. I join Millicent at the Slythrin table.
She's flushed and still a bit breathless as she greets me. "Hello, Crabbe." My father and hers went
to Hogwarts, but Dad was in the year ahead. I smile politely, keeping my attention fixed on Goyle and
Draco, both of them still Unsorted.
****
"Goyle, Gregory!"
I'm paying attention. When McGonagall calls my name, I go up to the Hat. I put it on and sit down. It
falls over my eyes, which is funny. It didn't look so big sitting on the stool.
"Hello, Gregory Goyle." A little voice whispers. Must be the hat.
-Just Goyle.- I say in my head. The hat laughs.
"Oh, yes. I see that you are friends with Crabbe? Well, that's important. He can help you in your
ambitions to--"
-I want to be a good wizard.- I explain. The hat laughs again.
"Of course you do, Goyle. So, off you go, my dedicated Hogwarts pupil, to SLYTHRIN!"
****
I try to put a self-assured swagger in my step, going up to the Sorting Hat after my name is called.
But I'm worried. What if I'm wrong, and they put me in Hufflepuff?
'Look confident,' Mother instructed this morning, before Father and I left for King's Cross, 'it makes
people respect you.'
Not that she wanted me to swagger up to the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. She spent years trying to push
Father into enrolling me in Durmstrang. But once my letter of acceptance arrived from Hogwarts, he
was adamant that I go to his alma mater.
The hat slips down over my eyes. The voice of the hat whispers quickly, "Ah, Draco Malfoy. Very like
your father, you know. You belong in SLYTHRIN!"
Releif floods me. Crabbe and Goyle are cheering the loudest as I go to join them at the Slythrin table.
Father will be pleased when he recieves my letter about this.
****
"Parkinson, Pansy!" Professor McGonagall yells. I shove my way out of the gathering of first-years
and go to the stool. Picking up the Sorting Hat, I shove it down on my head. Best to get this over with
and quickly.
The Sorting Hat whispers, "Pansy, eh? Pretty little girl, so full of the drive to succeed."
-I'm not pretty.- I think, -And that's not even the point. Where do I go?-
"Patience, dear, patience. It will get you farther than any other virtue...save maybe your cunning and
guile. Pansy, my willful little flower, you're through-and-through a SLYTHRIN!"
****
"Zabini, Blaise!"
"Oh, God..." I whisper, "P-p-please let me be in a g-good House..."
I'm the last one, as usual. I place the hat on my head and sit down. It's a good thing that no one can
see the terror on my face anymore.
"Blaise, Blaise..." The hat murmurs, "Interesting name. 'One who lisps or stammers', isn't it? Fitting,
I suppose. Well, to business! A fine, quick mind you have, my friend. Perhaps Ravenclaw?"
-I don't think...I mean, I'm not *that* smart.-
"Hm...well, it would be worth the challenge...but you are quite sure? Really, well...your father was in
Slythrin, wasn't he? Very smart, he was. Turned out well, too. There, I suppose, is a good place for
you as well."
-You mean it? I'm a Slythrin?- I ask excitedly.
"Exactly, Blaise, exactly. You're a SLYTHRIN!"
**Finis**
Author: SchizoAuthoress
Rating: G
Warnings: None too bad...readers may get a little confused.
A/N: Wow, this must be my first G-rated fic! (The world may be coming to an end, but it
better not! I still have stories to write!) I don't think that what I'm writing entails much
angst or language...surprise, surprise!
Oh yeah. "The table on the right" is Hufflepuff, the "table second from the left" is
Ravenclaw, and the one "on the far left" is Gryffindor. With the High Table horizontal on
the far wall across from the door, and the House tables vertical, left to right they are:
Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slythrin, and Hufflepuff. If I'm wrong, please correct me.
"'Bulstrode, Millicent' then became a Slythrin. Perhaps it was Harry's imagination, after all he'd heard about Slythrin, but he thought they looked like an unpleasant lot."
--Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone
"Sorting Ceremony"
"Bulstrode, Millicent!" Professor McGonagall calls out. She's a tall witch, with black hair,
rich green robes, and a very stern face. I get the impression that she didn't like me; when
I go up to the Sorting Hat, I see that she has her thin lips pursed and her eyes narrowed.
The inside of the hat is dark. I sit for a moment, wondering whether anything is supposed
to be happening.
"Well, well...hello, dear." I jump slightly in surprise as a tiny voice whispers in my ear. "Let's
see...hardworking, determined...perhaps Hufflepuff?"
-With all those puddingheads?- I think in scorn, before I can stop myself. The hat's laugh
rings like a small Christmas bell in the darkness.
"Hm, perhaps not..." A moment of silence, and I begin to worry. Then, the hat says, "Ah, yes...
this is interesting. You want to be a great Arithmancer...high goals, dear, extremely high goals.
You would be perfect for SLYTHRIN!"
I realize that the hat's last word was shouted for the whole Hall to hear. I'm a Slythrin...
I remove the Sorting Hat, placing it carefully on the stool. I'm a Slythrin...like my dad. He'll be
so proud...
The table next to Hufflepuff's explodes with cheers. I walk over to it, a shy smile on my face.
I know that I'm blushing.
****
"Crabbe, Vincent!"
I'm so nervous, when Professor McGonagall calls my name, Goyle has to poke me in the side to
get me moving toward the Sorting Hat. It feels like everyone is staring at me, which makes me
fumble clumsily as I put the hat on my head.
"Vincent Crabbe," murmurs a tiny voice that I guess to be the Sorting Hat's. "How lovely. Don't be
so worried, Vincent, I won't place you wrong. This is easy...such deviousness, to make others
think that your strength means little intelligence. 'Twill give you an advantage, one of these days, my
dear young SLYTHRIN!"
I resist the urge to laugh. Of course the Hat would see through my little ploy. But no one else had,
and that was the important thing. I join Millicent at the Slythrin table.
She's flushed and still a bit breathless as she greets me. "Hello, Crabbe." My father and hers went
to Hogwarts, but Dad was in the year ahead. I smile politely, keeping my attention fixed on Goyle and
Draco, both of them still Unsorted.
****
"Goyle, Gregory!"
I'm paying attention. When McGonagall calls my name, I go up to the Hat. I put it on and sit down. It
falls over my eyes, which is funny. It didn't look so big sitting on the stool.
"Hello, Gregory Goyle." A little voice whispers. Must be the hat.
-Just Goyle.- I say in my head. The hat laughs.
"Oh, yes. I see that you are friends with Crabbe? Well, that's important. He can help you in your
ambitions to--"
-I want to be a good wizard.- I explain. The hat laughs again.
"Of course you do, Goyle. So, off you go, my dedicated Hogwarts pupil, to SLYTHRIN!"
****
I try to put a self-assured swagger in my step, going up to the Sorting Hat after my name is called.
But I'm worried. What if I'm wrong, and they put me in Hufflepuff?
'Look confident,' Mother instructed this morning, before Father and I left for King's Cross, 'it makes
people respect you.'
Not that she wanted me to swagger up to the Hogwarts Sorting Hat. She spent years trying to push
Father into enrolling me in Durmstrang. But once my letter of acceptance arrived from Hogwarts, he
was adamant that I go to his alma mater.
The hat slips down over my eyes. The voice of the hat whispers quickly, "Ah, Draco Malfoy. Very like
your father, you know. You belong in SLYTHRIN!"
Releif floods me. Crabbe and Goyle are cheering the loudest as I go to join them at the Slythrin table.
Father will be pleased when he recieves my letter about this.
****
"Parkinson, Pansy!" Professor McGonagall yells. I shove my way out of the gathering of first-years
and go to the stool. Picking up the Sorting Hat, I shove it down on my head. Best to get this over with
and quickly.
The Sorting Hat whispers, "Pansy, eh? Pretty little girl, so full of the drive to succeed."
-I'm not pretty.- I think, -And that's not even the point. Where do I go?-
"Patience, dear, patience. It will get you farther than any other virtue...save maybe your cunning and
guile. Pansy, my willful little flower, you're through-and-through a SLYTHRIN!"
****
"Zabini, Blaise!"
"Oh, God..." I whisper, "P-p-please let me be in a g-good House..."
I'm the last one, as usual. I place the hat on my head and sit down. It's a good thing that no one can
see the terror on my face anymore.
"Blaise, Blaise..." The hat murmurs, "Interesting name. 'One who lisps or stammers', isn't it? Fitting,
I suppose. Well, to business! A fine, quick mind you have, my friend. Perhaps Ravenclaw?"
-I don't think...I mean, I'm not *that* smart.-
"Hm...well, it would be worth the challenge...but you are quite sure? Really, well...your father was in
Slythrin, wasn't he? Very smart, he was. Turned out well, too. There, I suppose, is a good place for
you as well."
-You mean it? I'm a Slythrin?- I ask excitedly.
"Exactly, Blaise, exactly. You're a SLYTHRIN!"
**Finis**