Arctic wound her way through the corridors and halls. Today was the day the first years were assigned a house. Those Houses are Slytherine Gryffindor Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

Arctic had heard stories about a talking hat that supposedly chose for you. She figured it was just another quirk about the School Hogwarts. Her last school she was kicked out of, allowed the teachers to cuss and swear their little hearts out.

She made a few more left turns and landed herself inside a cavernous but welcoming hall. She was curious if they gave out wands since they got a saving the world from the dark lord Grants and contracts for future graduates to have jobs immediately in the wizzarding world. How much do they provided?

She didn't expect much and already had the money for her wand should it be required for a class. Maybe Dumbledor would clear some things up in the announcements. She tried to guess what house she might be assigned to based on her own opinion of herself.

Slytherines had a fairly bad rep for some of the members. But for what? She thought it a little strange that they only assign bad for the whole when the others could be just as bad and simply keep it hushed up.

Oddly enough Gryffindor's seemed to have a good thing going even though they were often the cause of more incidents. Huh more like screwed up world. Arctic remembered her parents telling her to be respectful to everyone. Everyone has their own problems. And assuming an ego of an unreasonable size was never a good solution.

Arctic was twenty minutes early. The Sorting started at 7:00. She checked her clothes to make sure she was presentable. She already knew she was but it never hurt to confirm. Her skin looked like it might ignite at any moment.

She was fairly white almost a glowing blue like the Arctic wastelands she was named for. Her eyes would be the coals that started the blaze; burning with a vicious intensity the appeared as crimson coals underneath white blonde eyelashes.

Her arm length hair hung in front of her eyes as she rested her hands on a nearby table. Good. She stared up through her hair at the stage.

Five minutes left… she calculated how long it would take to enchant the hall to rumble and shake when her name was called.

"Terravibrutus." Than

"Chorumselles."And last her own name-

"Arctic Olympus."

She brushed her hand along the walls than stood in the area for the first years.

What if she was Ravenclaw, what were they like she hadn't heard much of them?

Or Hufflepuff. She doubted Hufflepuff but she probably would find a few decent wizards wherever she was put. At around seven a good portion of students had arrived, most of them first years but this was an important event for the Parents of the wizzarding students so they ended up staying. Granted they had to sign waivers; but they could watch from the wraparound on the second floor.

Arctic had asked her parents not to come. They felt as though Arctic would prefer trying to make friends without their opinions. They agreed to stay away but there deal required Holidays be spent at home in the north. Make us proud they told her. Be our eyes.

Her parents had no wizzarding past or magic bloodline. But they told her that the last name had more to do with why she could perform magic.

Olympus? Did her name carry power, or was it a privileged family. Her grandparents had told her stories of their parents doing amazing things… with what they called the Blessing. They said it couldn't be inherited from blood directly.

However you had to bear the name Olympus for it to work. You had to be selected by it. So her great-great grandparents were blessed and now she had the Blessing.

Their stories didn't always make sense to her but she understood most of it. Something gold and shiny caught her eye; it hung above the hall displaying an achievement to all who bother to read it.

_Harry Potter MVP of Quiddich first place in individual accomplishment_

below it was a picture that displayed a black haired boy riding a broom, an old fashion one at that. He was still winning even though they had already come out with the Lightning class racers. He probably really liked his broom. She thought. She herself was a fan of Quiddich but she preferred the Ice Tempest model. She had modded it with carbon fiber bristles and titanium streamline coating.

She was pulled out of her musing by a voice from on stage. The Hall had filled up nearly to breaking with bodies of nervous youths. Arctic was the oldest but shorter than most of the girls. At sixteen standing at five feet four inches she was nearly crowded out. The voice came again

"Test… test ,alright let's begin with the tallest to the shortest. Please make a line facing the Hat below me, actually on second thought stand up on stage and put the hat on." A few teachers' assistants came out of the corners and set the hat table up on stage.

The speaker a Chinese man was only barely keeping it together, he swayed slightly until he was able to rest his hand on the Hat table.

"Alright, first in line please come forward." It was a flurry of movement, almost a blur but Arctic noticed the walls stiffen and the floor press together.

"Patience…" she hummed

"Not yet" she tapped a quick rhythm into the floor and it relaxed.

"Good floor." She looked up at the first person with the Hat on.

"Slytherine!" the boy gave a sad smile. Until a girl in the back caught his gaze; after that he brightened up and marched proudly to his new house. The next ten were…

"Slytherine!" Dumbledor glanced at Snape who had his mouth open in awe. Fifty first years later; And fifty more-

"Slyerthine!" Mcgonagol began to feel as if she was in a nest of snakes. Arctic was at the very back of the line calming the floor. Several dozen students later and nothing but-

"Slytherine!" finally Arctic Olympus was called. As she walked up the three steps to the stage she felt the floor roll. As she set her left foot down the building rattled and shook as though a giant had taken hold of it. A booming sound echoed from under her foot. She put the Hat on. There was a long pause with nothing happening. The building had stopped shaking and everyone stared at her. Well that was the point.

She felt the Hat probing her mind trying to make a decision.

"Ravenclaw!" it screeched the word like it was trying to choke something down. The whole of the hall was silent for a few moments. Then the Ravenclaw house stood up and clapped slowly. Nobody else cared to join in.

Arctic set the hat down and smoothed it out. She had wanted this to be the center of something to be noticed. She lingered in the light for a few more minutes than walked off the stage with everyone following her every movement expecting another earthquake with every footfall.

Now what were the Ravenclaw up to? She walked into their midst almost floating. Her feet left icy foot prints in her wake. The Chinese announcer awoke from his delusions and remembered he needed to tell them about the feast.

"Party time students! Get your seats and wait a moment for the food!" everyone gave a weak shout and sat in their seats.

Slytherine was the first to recover fully from Arctic's shock. After all they now outweighed every other house by at least thirty students.

Ravenclaw looked at their new member like a treasure. She obviously knew her stuff.

Hufflepuff started a chant; it moaned and went in and out of synch for a few repetitions until there whole house joined.

Party!

Party!

Party!...