Chapter 2
Rose waited patiently for 10 minutes for the other new students to arrive, she noticed that she was the only 6th year there, but this didn't bother her.
When professor McGonagall appeared to take them all into the Great Hall to be sorted, Rose was informed that she would be sorted first. She got out her mirror checked her hair, make-up and robes all looked perfect and then she followed the Professor into the Great Hall with all the younger first years behind her.
Rose marvelled at the enchanted ceiling, Lily had told her about it but hadn't gone into much detail. There were five tables in all in the giant room. Four house tables, and the Head table where the teachers sat. In front of this table sat a stool with a weathered hat on it.
Once all the new students were assembled at the front of the hall, the older students all hushed and waited for something. Lily had said that the hat sang to them before sorting students.
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 broad,
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 had to teach.
By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;
For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.
While still alive they did divide
Their favourite 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 choose instead!
Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong.
The sorting hat ended it's song.
When I call your name out, you will sit on the stool and I will place the sorting hat on you head. Called Professor McGonagall. Rose Evans
Rose stepped forwards wondering which house she'd go into. As the professor slipped the hat onto Rose's head, the hat yelled
Okay I borrowed the song. I'll replace it if I can come up with a different one.
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- KrazyKate
