Ch.5: The Sorting
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The warmth of the room made Selena feel at ease just a bit, yet did not calm her excitement. Moving up the marble steps we were ushered by the Prefects (the students who are brown nosers). At the top of the steps stood a women dressed in a green cloak with a pointed hat. Her lips were thin and her hair up in a tight bun, her serious eyes behind square glasses. This woman kept her hands at her side and spoke.
"I am Professor McGonagall. In a moment you will be able to join your fellow students and starts to sorting ceremony ", McGonagall introduced a sharpness in her voice. Selena looked around quietly as they stood waiting. Professor McGonagall walked to the main hall making us wait. The silence was awing as she glanced at her fellow students.
"Hey Sele we had an idea since this year is going to be awesome." James said to her as the group pushed threw the crowd. She smiled at James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius.
"What James is trying to say is that we should be a group and cause mischief", Sirius proposed. Remus has this "I don't know about this" look on his face. She placed her hands on her hips and rose a brow. Peter moved foot to foot as if he had to use the bathroom his way of dealing with the pressure. Severus stood by his groups whom were glaring at James and the others maliciously. Selena realized quickly that there would be a problem with being friends with Severus that would force her to choose sides. Something she was not ready for.
Selena considered James's idea of causing mischief even threw the argument of Remus who thought that causing trouble would land them in detention, or worse expelled. James on the other hand with the troubling mind of Sirius Black decided that this was set in stone. Peter was a natural tag-along and went along with the crowd.
Looking forward threw the many heads that stood nearby she could see the teacher's table. In the middle of the table in a golden chair stood an old man dressed in a violet robe and matching hat. His long white beard cascaded down his face as he sat looking out behind the rims of his full moon spectacles, his azure blue eyes having a twinkle to them.
Professor McGonagall stood by a stood by a three legged stood with a dusty batted witch's hat that stirred Selena's curiosity.
"When I call your name you will be sorted into your house. Your house is like your home. Your triumphs will earn your house points, any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will win the House Cup." She announced then looked at the hat. Suddenly the hat seemed to come to life and breath threw the torn flap of the hat.
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 Gryffindor,
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!
When the hat stopped singing its song it left the first year students in awe. Selena stood on tippy toes to see what was going on though being as tall as James was. Professor McGonagall pulled out a large roll of parchment and looked it over then eyeing the students threw her square spectacles.
"Sirius Black" she called over the hushed crowd. With such dignity he walked up a grimace on his face as he sat down on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on his head.
(will be continued with part 2 of chapt. 5)
(Authors note: c'mon give me feedback. I'm cranking off chapters at the moment. Please R&R)
The warmth of the room made Selena feel at ease just a bit, yet did not calm her excitement. Moving up the marble steps we were ushered by the Prefects (the students who are brown nosers). At the top of the steps stood a women dressed in a green cloak with a pointed hat. Her lips were thin and her hair up in a tight bun, her serious eyes behind square glasses. This woman kept her hands at her side and spoke.
"I am Professor McGonagall. In a moment you will be able to join your fellow students and starts to sorting ceremony ", McGonagall introduced a sharpness in her voice. Selena looked around quietly as they stood waiting. Professor McGonagall walked to the main hall making us wait. The silence was awing as she glanced at her fellow students.
"Hey Sele we had an idea since this year is going to be awesome." James said to her as the group pushed threw the crowd. She smiled at James, Remus, Peter, and Sirius.
"What James is trying to say is that we should be a group and cause mischief", Sirius proposed. Remus has this "I don't know about this" look on his face. She placed her hands on her hips and rose a brow. Peter moved foot to foot as if he had to use the bathroom his way of dealing with the pressure. Severus stood by his groups whom were glaring at James and the others maliciously. Selena realized quickly that there would be a problem with being friends with Severus that would force her to choose sides. Something she was not ready for.
Selena considered James's idea of causing mischief even threw the argument of Remus who thought that causing trouble would land them in detention, or worse expelled. James on the other hand with the troubling mind of Sirius Black decided that this was set in stone. Peter was a natural tag-along and went along with the crowd.
Looking forward threw the many heads that stood nearby she could see the teacher's table. In the middle of the table in a golden chair stood an old man dressed in a violet robe and matching hat. His long white beard cascaded down his face as he sat looking out behind the rims of his full moon spectacles, his azure blue eyes having a twinkle to them.
Professor McGonagall stood by a stood by a three legged stood with a dusty batted witch's hat that stirred Selena's curiosity.
"When I call your name you will be sorted into your house. Your house is like your home. Your triumphs will earn your house points, any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year the house with the most points will win the House Cup." She announced then looked at the hat. Suddenly the hat seemed to come to life and breath threw the torn flap of the hat.
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 Gryffindor,
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!
When the hat stopped singing its song it left the first year students in awe. Selena stood on tippy toes to see what was going on though being as tall as James was. Professor McGonagall pulled out a large roll of parchment and looked it over then eyeing the students threw her square spectacles.
"Sirius Black" she called over the hushed crowd. With such dignity he walked up a grimace on his face as he sat down on the stool and McGonagall placed the hat on his head.
(will be continued with part 2 of chapt. 5)