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"What in the world is that! How's that hat supposed to help us get sorted into our houses?" said James in disbelief.
"I don't know. Why you looking at me!" said Sirius.
"Seriously, don't you guys read Hogwarts, A History? That's the Sorting Hat! It reads your mind and places you in your appropriate house," whispered Lily.
James shook his head. "You're more likely to be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. You're a hard-worker and very smart!"
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat right in front of the staff's desk. A tear appeared in the middle of the hat, and broke into a song. Everybody except the first years smiled.
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley abroad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they ahd to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest. For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best. For Haufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission. And powere-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they are dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could instead! Now slip me snug behind your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell you where you belong!
After the song, there was a wave of applause from the tables.
"Wow."
"Now, when I call your names, step forward and put the hat on your head. Potter, James!" said Professor McGonagall.
James placed the hat on his ears and it slipped down to his chin. Then, a small voice appeared in his head.
"Ah. Look who I have here. Another Potter, I see. You'll be a cinch. How about."
"Gryffindor!"
James took the hat off and ran to the table who was clapping and whistling the most.
"Lupin, Remus!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Stephenson, Lily!" James crossed his fingers and prayed.
""Gryffindor!"
"Yes!!!!!!" yelled James.
"Black, Sirius!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Snape, Severus!"
"Slytherin!"
"Canell, Fiona!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Forge, Malcolm!"
"Slytherin!"
"Corks, Emmeline!"
"Hufflepuff!" At that, Lily looked sad and crestfallen.
"Fu, Jenna!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Pettigrew, Peter!" James was surprised at this round fellow and that kept on tripping. James didn't think he could actually be sorted. The Sorting Hat took 10 whole minutes to decide.
"Gryffindor!"
"Coal, Andy!"
"Slytherin!"
"Penilas, Penelope!"
"Hufflepuff!"
And that was the end of the sorting.
Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, stood up and snapped.
"I have a couple of notices to give out. First, no student is allowed in the Forbidden Forest. And, you can not go out of Hogwarts grounds. Lord Voldemort is still running loose. Okay! Dig in!"
Most of the students and staff winced when Dumbeldore said Lord Voldemort. But that was erased when piles and piles of different delicious cooking appeared on the silver and gold platters. Jugs of pumpkin appeared and waited to refill the gold goblets.
What a feast! I can really get used to this! said James.
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So, what do you think? Give out suggestions and please review!
-Gryffindor Girl
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"What in the world is that! How's that hat supposed to help us get sorted into our houses?" said James in disbelief.
"I don't know. Why you looking at me!" said Sirius.
"Seriously, don't you guys read Hogwarts, A History? That's the Sorting Hat! It reads your mind and places you in your appropriate house," whispered Lily.
James shook his head. "You're more likely to be in Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw. You're a hard-worker and very smart!"
Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat right in front of the staff's desk. A tear appeared in the middle of the hat, and broke into a song. Everybody except the first years smiled.
A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley abroad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own house, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they ahd to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest. For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best. For Haufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission. And powere-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they are dead and gone? 'Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could instead! Now slip me snug behind your ears, I've never yet been wrong, I'll have a look inside your mind And tell you where you belong!
After the song, there was a wave of applause from the tables.
"Wow."
"Now, when I call your names, step forward and put the hat on your head. Potter, James!" said Professor McGonagall.
James placed the hat on his ears and it slipped down to his chin. Then, a small voice appeared in his head.
"Ah. Look who I have here. Another Potter, I see. You'll be a cinch. How about."
"Gryffindor!"
James took the hat off and ran to the table who was clapping and whistling the most.
"Lupin, Remus!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Stephenson, Lily!" James crossed his fingers and prayed.
""Gryffindor!"
"Yes!!!!!!" yelled James.
"Black, Sirius!"
"Gryffindor!"
"Snape, Severus!"
"Slytherin!"
"Canell, Fiona!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Forge, Malcolm!"
"Slytherin!"
"Corks, Emmeline!"
"Hufflepuff!" At that, Lily looked sad and crestfallen.
"Fu, Jenna!"
"Ravenclaw!"
"Pettigrew, Peter!" James was surprised at this round fellow and that kept on tripping. James didn't think he could actually be sorted. The Sorting Hat took 10 whole minutes to decide.
"Gryffindor!"
"Coal, Andy!"
"Slytherin!"
"Penilas, Penelope!"
"Hufflepuff!"
And that was the end of the sorting.
Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster, stood up and snapped.
"I have a couple of notices to give out. First, no student is allowed in the Forbidden Forest. And, you can not go out of Hogwarts grounds. Lord Voldemort is still running loose. Okay! Dig in!"
Most of the students and staff winced when Dumbeldore said Lord Voldemort. But that was erased when piles and piles of different delicious cooking appeared on the silver and gold platters. Jugs of pumpkin appeared and waited to refill the gold goblets.
What a feast! I can really get used to this! said James.
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So, what do you think? Give out suggestions and please review!
-Gryffindor Girl
