Author's Note:
Just to explain the use of a kukri because it is a valid criticism. The way I see things is that as the number of Artemis's hunters grows over the centuries it would be clear that some may use traditional weapons from their familial history excluding their godly half, and that's not taking into account the clear-sighted Hunter's Artemis may have amongst her group. Considering that during the campaign of Alexander the Great, the Himaylas would be included in that I would imagine that Artemis could've encountered a few people from there and by proxy encountered a kukri. Considering she is the Goddess of the Hunt, I'd imagine she'd be willing to use various types of knives, bows and tools to sort what she'd have on her as a hunter.
There is also the fact I do favour the kukri as a knife, being a Londoner and all. Also, the use of the Fairburn-Sykes rises from my learning about the Royal Marines and learning about military history which also explains my set-up of the Hunters and the very military design of it.
Chapter 8: The Sorting
18:45 - (Sunday) - September 1st, 1991
Hogsmeade Station, Hogsmeade, Scotland
Pulling into Hogsmeade Station the famous black, scarlet and gold train made its arrival known to everyone waiting in the station. A loud whistle released as it pulled into the station, and chatter from the students filled the train up more, as the air only grew thicker with excitement as an air of anticipation built up around the first years, as they were welcomed to the darkening sky above them. Lit-up lamposts stood tall releasing an orangey-yellow light glowing from them, a guiding light leading those who would follow towards Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Amongst the hustle and bustle of the students making their way off the train, Hadrian walked through them, familiarising himself with his surroundings. With the cold air of the Scottish highlands, the smells of the nearby forest, and the thick air magical naturally imbued in the air, the founders of Hogwarts had picked with place for a reason. The air was so intertwined with magic that no regular mortal could truly withstand how much it penetrated the very nature around it. The nature, the buildings and even the people had dormant magic surrounding them in waves, yet they probably couldn't feel it. The cold of it welcomed Hadrian into its domain as his swords lightly buzzed at the feeling as they felt the magic imbued with their dance the magic surrounding them.
However, before Hadrian could further delve into his thoughts he was bought out of them by a loud bellowing voice calling out, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here!" The visage of a tall, giant of a man accompanied the voice. He had large beady black eyes, hidden by black scruffy hair, and even a scruffier messy beard which moved down towards his body. His body was dressed in a dark brown raggedy jacket with a dark grey shirt underneath held together by a homemade belt. The jacket covered his frame weakly as it had shown signs of strain and natural wear and tear. Hadrian looked over him weighing up the threat posed by the man in front of him, 'He is potentially a giant or half-giant. Dangerously strong, somewhat impervious to magic and senses stronger than that of any normal human who doesn't have godly genetics or other sort of enhancements. Doesn't appear to openly carry a wand, but rather a pink umbrella, underneath his jacket. So not unarmed but actively doesn't move towards displaying it.' Hadrian thought to himself analysing what could be a half-giant as he followed everyone along to the docks near Hogsmeade Station.
Along the docks were small brown boats, lined up next to each other bobbing along the waterbed. "No more tha' four a boat," the giant bellowed, as he got into a bigger boat made to fit him. Hadrian walked towards the boat the furthest out towards the left, followed by the eyes of other students who watched him walked ahead of them, Hadrian could feel the glaring eyes of the annoying bratty redhead and blonde. The eyes of Hadrian looked as cold and guarded as ever as he rolled his eyes he heard some people talk about him as his green eyes grew to carry more irritation as some of the rosy-cheeked brats continued to talk.
Find the boat furthest away from the other children who seemed content to be standing out in the cold air of the Scottish highlands. But as Hadrian sat down in his boat, most students broke out of their stupor as they call began to clamour onto their boats. Sat on his boat, he could feel the boat move with the lake before the slow bobbing was overtaken by the over-zealous movement of other first years. Nervously some clambered on but the heavy footsteps of another got on the boat.
As chatter continued Hadrian did his best to shut out the noise coming from the other students, Hadrian focused on the forest he could see in the distance. The night darkened trees, underneath the glistening moon which shone through the night sky as the stars gleamed too, in the beautiful mankind-free landscape. No polluted skies, no artificial lights, no noisy cars, trucks and buses, and no unnatural buildings. The forest called out to him, he would have to investigate the forest and explore its various routes and crevices. His desire to hunt was called to him. He could feel the existence of creatures that he could hunt, he knew from Hogwarts: A History that the forest was full of various creatures both rare and common. He would hunt the common ones but for the rare ones, he would keep his eye on them. Pan would not want to see more animals become further endangered or worse, extinct.
"My name is Hannah Abbott," said one of the people who entered the same boat as Hadrian, "and her name is Susan Bones, we're best friends, you see, known each other our whole lives," said the blonde, brown-eyed girl excitedly smiling widely at her friend and the other person on the boat. The red-haired blue-eyed girl known as Susan also smiled widely but hers was also somewhat more subdued as she seemed content with staying quiet. Most annoyingly the same American hybrid accent that followed him spoke up once again, "Cynisca. Cynisca Bishop," spoke the voice that followed Hadrian for the majority of the day.
"Hey! What's your name-" said the blonde before she was cut off by the same bellowing voice from before.
"Alright, everyone in?" He spoke his large black beady beetle-like eyes "Forward!" He yelled louder as his voice carried over the small dock space, immediately a loud creaking noise left all of the boats in unison as the ships began to make their way with a concerning jolt as the boat rocked in the lake before settling calming and slowly making its way towards the dock house by Hogwarts.
As the boats moved towards the growing misting fog, Hadrian could feel something begin to push against his head, as if it was trying to invade his thoughts and his being. Squinting his eyes, annoyedly he tried to clear his head of the pain that was coming, as the loud voice of the half-giant spoke up once again, "Heads down!" Immediately heads went down as some could feel themselves being pushed through a wall of dormant magic not that many could tell unless they had experienced such magic. Hadrian through Hecate had been exposed to such dormant magicks. Cynisca had most likely met children of Hecate but also been exposed to the raw magicks of Camp Half-Blood. Others were probably unknown to Hadrian but that served Hadrian no benefit to know.
As they had gotten through the magical boundaries that sat on the lake, the mist faded into the midnight blue night sky to see the illuminated castle that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The building was lit by the orange fires that had shone through large glass panes and open fires that lay around the building acting like a lighthouse in the distance, the cold stone looked to be freezing in the cold air of the Scottish highlands with a cold steely look reflecting the light of the moon and stars. The building looked like it could've been built by those who resided in the roster of children of Hecate and Athena. The castle looked like it was built upon a cliff with how the awe-inspiring design stood tall above all other buildings in the Scottish Highlands.
Immediately as the children were made welcome to the gargantuan castle which they would call home for the next ten months, excited chatter built up amongst them as some speculated about the castle and how it was built. How amazing it looked and all the other things their young inquisitive minds could think of. The excited gleams on the apple-cheeked children's faces could've lit up the sky with hope, excitement and ambition.
Hadrian looked towards the castle appreciatively but still desired to go back into a forest. His eyes raked over the castle in every direction he could, looking over it and absorbing every key detail he could. Noticing the lengthy series of stairs sprouting from the bottom of which appeared to be a boathouse, a small ricketty looking hut which juxtaposed the majestic stature of the castle, even the stairs they would climb looked like they had seen better days than the boathouse.
Screams of fear caught Hadrian's wondering mind, as he was welcomed to the sight of a giant tentacle spearing through the calm surface of the lake, waving excitable towards the incoming students, some laughed, some cooed but the majority were unnerved by it, Hadrian could feel the call of his mothers domain, his eyes began to feel cold as the call of a Hunters horn called him, shaking his mind, he focused himself on his current situation.
As the boats moved towards the boathouse, Hadrian could feel eyes boring from the distance. Craning his head towards the direction of the wandering eyes he noticed that both the redhead and the blonde glared at him but more importantly, he could feel something within the realm of the forest was watching him, waiting for him, calling him like he was needed somewhere within the forest. However, even though he always felt a call from the wild like his mother did this felt different as if it wasn't her/his instincts calling him but another.
Perhaps it could be Lord Cernunnos, but he had long since been believed to have faded or disappeared into nothingness. Not unusual for gods to take the time to disappear for long unspecified periods but the lack of communication between him and his mother Lady Artemis, was concerning. Hunting gods were usually quite a tight-knit community so the extensive period of no communication would be concerning. But as Hadrian allowed himself to speculate on whose eyes burrowed deeply into his essence, he could feel the eyes of another. Turning his head towards the fourth set watching him he noticed the icy blue eyes of Daphne Greengrass burrowing into him as if she was trying to get a reading of him, sitting with her excitable friend Davis, and a pair of silent boys, one of presumably African descent and the other had the pasty skin of an Englishman.
As the boats pulled into the boathouse, Hadrian noticed the flight of two animals flying in the air, as they flew done into a swoop making their way towards him. Babd and his snowy white owl Hedwig made their way onto his shoulders as if checking over him to make sure he was okay before flying off into the distance. Shaking his head with slight amusement and a rare soft smile, he watched Hedwig disappear into the night sky as his crow blended into the dark of the night.
As the children got off the boats, they crowded together, awaiting further direction from the half-giant. Carrying his large lantern, he led them up the long mountain-like stairs. As they made their way up the tan stone stairs, illuminated solely by the old magically enhanced lamposts and the lantern within the grasp of half-giant. The air grew warmer as they approached the courtyard illuminated by the powerful warming charms. The air grew thicker as the raw essence of magic grew as they moved closer to the castle.
Welcome to the sight of large oak doors, that immediately opened themselves revealing another set of doors, but also a stern elderly woman dressed in a deep green full-body dress. Her brown hair had large amounts of grey visibly drawn into a tight bun, hidden by the matching deep green witches hat that sat upon her head. A stern no-nonsense expression sat on her face, the way she dressed was dignified and one of a strictly disciplined woman, one Hadrian could respect.
"The firs' years, Professor McGonagall," the half-giant spoke with his voice slightly cheerful before giving her a nod accompanied by a slight bow.
"Thank you, Hagrid, I will take them from here," she spoke with a strong Scottish brogue present in her voice. Her eyes looked over the students, her eyes lingering over Hadrian, their eyes meeting for a slight second. Hadrian's eyes immediately returned to their surroundings, there were portraits all over the walls, the majority of them having their inhabitants craning to look over the new round of students, the torches flickered along the walls as the gust of air from the slamming of doors forced the flickering of flames. "If you'll follow me, the sorting ceremony will begin shortly," turning on her feel she led the group up a set of stairs, stopping by a giant pair of doors, she once again turned on her heels, to face the group of first years. Flattening non-existent wrinkles on the belly of her dress, she took a breath for a second.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Professor McGonagall, a slight smile on her stern face, her eyes softening, "The start-of-term banquet to celebrate another year of Hogwarts but also your arrival shall begin shortly. However, before Hogwarts can invite you to sit down with your fellow peers and eat amongst the various students and staff at Hogwarts you must be sorted." Professor McGonagall took a second to pause, giving her words some time to sink into the young students standing in front of her. "The Sorting Ceremony will take place before the start of the banquet. This ceremony will be one of the most important ceremonies you will attend during your time at Hogwarts, for it will sort you into your house. Here in Hogwarts, your house will become your family, you will attend all your classes with them, you will sleep in your years' house dormitory and have access to spend your free time within your house's common room." She spoke clearly and confidently without stuttering or stumbling over her words this speech was well-rehearsed and well-practised. It was clear during her time and tenure as Deputy Headmistress she had said this speech every year by year on this very night to the next round of students.
"The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin," Hadrian noted she said the name Gryffindor with more pride while the others held no pride compared to Gryffindor but no level of disdain or displeasure. "Each of our noble houses has its own venerable and honoured history producing incredible witches and wizards. During your time at Hogwarts your triumphs and successes will lead you towards house points while on the other hand, rule-breaking and behaviours unbecoming of young witches and wizards will result in house points being withdrawn. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is to be awarded the House Cup. I hope that every one of you will be a credit to the house that will welcome you." Many of the assembled first years looked at each other with eyes of excitement and competition, however, if you looked towards some students it was clear that the idea of the house competition wasn't as interesting to them. Daphne Greengrass kept the same neutral, unexpressive face she usually did, and Hadrian's eyes just stared through Professor McGonagall bored out of his mind with this speech. Nothing of the current conversation was important to him, he came to Hogwarts to learn magic and staying in this conversation discussing house points wasn't conducive to his aim of learning magic. And finally, Cynisca Bishop watched the professor speak, listening through one ear and letting it flow out the other. Her eyes gazed towards the swords that the stone knight statues held within their grasps.
"In a few minutes, I will return to collect you to begin the Sorting Ceremony. While you await my return, I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting. Your entrance here will be the first impression you leave on many of your seniors here today." Her eyes searched up the messier students like Neville Longbottom who had his clock fastened up his left ear, Weasley who had a smudged nose and messy hair and Draco whose uniform looked like it had been messily put on, with the creases and wrinkles in the chest area. "I shall return when we are ready for you," speaking with a tone of finality, "Please, wait quietly."
As she left the antechamber, an air of nervousness grew amongst the would-be students. Neville hurried to sort out his clock, Ron roughly rubbed his nose trying to sort it out and Draco flattened out the creases and wrinkles on his uniform. Hadrian crossed his arms leading against a pillar standing to his left, looking over the nervous faces in a bored manner.
Muttering grew between students, as they spoke amongst themselves about what could the sorting consist of. The loudest of the voices was that of Weasley, "I hear it's some sort of test. Fred said it hurts a lot but I think he was joking." 'Either he is an idiot or he's just that ignorant,' Hadrian ranted in his head hearing the idiocy that the ginger was spewing from his fat mouth. "He and George said you have to fight a troll," he spoke in his idioticly oafish manner.
Immediately an air of concealed panic grew amongst the general population, failing to note the flaws in Weasley's words or that the school wouldn't bring something of 30+ Class XXXX beasts into a school for untrained, inexperienced witches and wizards to fight. Such a notion was absurd.
Hermione Granger spoke up "Don't be silly," she spoke with her nose high in the air looking down upon Weasley "They wouldn't have us fight a troll it's probably a written test to see how much magic we know," this didn't do well for other students as immediately after she began to rattle off all the spells she knew, how they worked and all the information you could get from a book.
The insides of many students gave a jolt, a horrible grinding jolt. They didn't know magic, a test in front of the other students didn't feel good. Anxiety filled the atmosphere, and a pungent feeling permeated through the air.
As the panic began to set in, some students let out yelps of shock as white-flowing figures flew in, with white smoke billowing from their ghostly bodies. Gasps filled the antechamber as a total of twenty ghosts cascaded through the back walls. Their pearly-white bodies and somewhat transparent beings juxtaposed the slightly dark and dreary atmosphere of the antechamber. However, it appeared to be a short, stout ghost dressed similarly to that of King Henry VIII and a monk during the Saxon/Tudor era. "Forgive and forget, that's what I say, we ought to give him another chance," he spoke up imploringly and with passion.
"My dear Friar, haven't we given that miscreant all the chances that a respectable man deserves? He's given us all a bad name, he disrespects us with every chance he has been given under the pretences of him showing us respect in a floundering careless manner! I can't stand by and let our standing fall any further!" He spoke in an annoyed manner, dressed also in a formal manner but that of the 1800s, his clothes looked a little more modern but his face was weathered by the emotion he spoke in an impassioned manner, dressed with 'the famous Potter glasses' what looked like the old style of a Dueling Champion, he was Alexander Gaius Potter, one of Hadrian's ancestors.
Turning towards the students they noticed the new students, "New students!" Cheered the Fat Friar, smiling down at them, "You're about to be sorted, I suppose?"
A few students nodded mutely, some chewing on their lips.
"I hope to see you in Hufflepuff," he spoke smiling down at them, leaning down to look some in the eye, "My old house, y'know."
Alexander remained silent as he looked over a few students his eyes landing on Hadrian as their eyes met, "A Potter, I assume," he spoke to Hadrian as he floated over to him, gaining a slight nod from him, he smiled a genuine smile, "I hope to see you do us proud, young Mister Potter. You carry the weight of the Noblest and Ancient House of Potter on your shoulders, I am sure you'll honour us in levels some of us never could." Looking down at Hadrian he flew away through the wall leading towards the Great Hall, flying up to the rafters.
Professor McGonagall came back through the doors, she nodded at the students "The Sorting Ceremony is about to start." Leading the children through the giant doors, they were welcoming to awe, inspiring sight. A hall, that seemed to go on forever in height, length and width. Giant tan stone walls, lighted by fires standing on tall pillars on the wall, giant gleaming dark brown English Oak tables with matching benches. The ceiling appeared to be invisible, with the night sky, stars, clouds and a full moon visible. The ceiling was slightly blocked off by floating wax candles, flying above the students slightly bobbing in the air, like the boats from earlier.
As the students walked in their lines of two, Hermione Granger had to once again speak up, "It's not the real sky," she spoke leaning towards the kid beside her, "It's bewitched to look like the sky, I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."
As the students come to a dead halt, they lined up in front of the stairs leading up to a rickety old stool and a ratty old hat. Which looked like they both had seen better days. Hadrian glared at the hat, it looked like it needed a good wash or several good washes. If Daphnis and Daphnae were there they wouldn't know whether to laugh or shudder in fear of Hadrian's cleaning obsession.
Placing the hat onto the stool, the hat seemed to come to laugh as it opened up a mouth, that wasn't there before and began to perform for the assembled crowd;
"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 unafriad of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning
Will always find their find,
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks 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!"
As soon as the hat had finished performing, the school burst into a large round of applause, from all sides the first years were assaulted by clapping, cheering and whistling from other students and many of their own. Although Professor McGonagall did raise her hand to calm the students down she was unnerved by the uninterested cold glare coming from the black-haired, green-eyed boy who reminded her of her two favoured students. But knowing she still had her duties to perform she pushed on through. But she noted she would like to have a word with him if that was possible.
"When I call your name, you shall step forward and take your place on the stool. I then will place the Sorting Hat on your head and you shall be sorted into one of the four houses here at Hogwarts. Immediately after being sorted you are to sit at the table with the rest of your housemates."
"Abbott, Hannah," the blonde-haired girl, Hadrian was sitting on the boat with, broke away from the crowd, her face was nervous, and she nibbled on her bottom lip as she played with her hands. Sitting down nervously, she had her eyes rolling upwards trying to look up to the hat. The Sorting Hat slightly folded in on itself before it let out a loud "Hufflepuff." Hannah's body visibly sagged in relief she got up from her seat, and hastily walked over to the Hufflepuff table, watching them with a wide smile on her face, noticing that the black lapel on her robes had turned yellow.
"Bishop, Cynisca," the redhead with the sinister smile, chaotic eyes dancing with destructive intent bounded forward, shoulders rolled back, confident unaware of the slightly uncomfortable look from the oldest man in the lineup of teachers, sat on an ostentatious golden throne. Turning towards the assembled students, she sat down on the chair, glaring up at the hat as it once again folded in on itself, assessing her. The hat began to grumble as it further folded in on itself, looking half the size it would normally look. The hat remained with a way for several minutes as Cynisca's face got stonier and stonier, fists clenched and the atmosphere around her grew colder, Hadrian noticed her eyes beginning to whiten as his hands went for his Fairburn-Skyes. "Gryffindor," the hat roared out, as she got up, not allowing Professor McGonagall to take the hat off her, she instead gripped it, and threw it down on the seat, as the wisened Professor watched stunned at her behaviour. The child of destruction instead once again rolled her shoulders and made her way to the Gryffindor table her face still stony. The red lapel matched her hair.
"Bones, Susan," the other redhead Hadrian shared a boat with, got up slowly, trying to make herself seem smaller than she was. Nervousness radiated from her body aggressively. Her copper-red hair kept her round face from being visible to most people. Sitting down on the chair she lightly jumped as the hat folded in on herself, "Hufflepuff," the hat roared once again, as Susan's behaviour did a one-eighty, let Professor McGonagall take the hat off her, she ran towards the table excited, robes matching her best friends.
"Boot, Terry," to Ravenclaw. Lapels becoming blue.
"Brocklehurst, Mandy," Ravenclaw.
"Brown, Lavender," Gryffindor.
"Bulstrode, Milicent," Slytherin.
"Corner, Michael," Ravenclaw
Hadrian began to tune out the names, finding himself uninterested in the sortings of other students. However, his attention was called when the person to his right was called, "Daphne Greengrass."
The icy-eyed, blonde walked towards the chair, with the grace of a Pureblood heiress, Hadrian took note that although she didn't seem nervous she was guarded in her behaviour as if she was being watched by someone of value in the wizarding world. As the hat was placed on her head, she displayed no outward reaction towards the hat folding in on herself, the hat didn't take long before calling out "Slytherin."
Getting up with poise, she carried herself and held herself with the expected level of decorum of someone of her social class, she led herself to where her friend, Tracey Davis, seemed excited to be in the same house as Daphne. Hadrian watched from the distance before he returned his sight to the banal show in front of him.
As the list grew smaller and smaller, the tables got fuller and fuller. Soon Professional McGonagalls got those who had their last names starting with the letter P before Hadrian saw the sorting of Parvarti and Padma Patel. Parvati heading to Gryffindor and Padma is to Ravenclaw. And as the crowd settled from Parvarti, the most influential name of the students of Hogwarts, would be called out.
"Potter, Harry" Hadrian immediately gained an annoyed look at the use of Harry by those who were unfamiliar to him. Preferring to go by Hadrian unless he was friendly enough with someone. Immediately the hall filled with whispers of, "Potter, did she say," "The Harry Potter," "The-Boy-Who-Lived." As the whispers grew louder and more common, Hadrian's fist tightened into an iron fist. His eyes glinted with annoyance as he moved with the grace of a hunter, silent footsteps, a guarded expression and moved as much like a predator who was about to capture his prey as he could. His eyes met McGonagall's who lost the brief staring contest, as Hadrian sat down on the rickety old chair and felt the hat fall onto his head, the wide brim of the hat resting on his eyebrows.
"Oh, what do we have here?" The hat spoke careful manner in Hadrian's head, slowly, "A demigod? And not only that, a child of Artemis, eh." It spoke further with a dry chuckle at the end. Immediately Hadrian gained a large tick on his brow, anger brewing within him, his jaw locked, and eyes glinting with a silvery tint.
"Reveal such information and Hogwarts will need to find a new manner to sort their new students," Hadrian threatened viciously in his head, communicating with the hat.
If the hat acknowledged the threat, it would pay no heed to it, as it began to rummage around Hadrian's head, analysing his memories, "Oh, you're a violent one, aren't you? You killed those men someone sent after you." Hadrian noted the hat sounded amused at his memories as if it took delight in looking into the mind of someone like Hadrian. "You're a legacy of Hecate, too? I can feel you're magical power, it reminds me of two students I sorted long ago. The second and most recent student, Joseph Andrew Dacre, was here in the late 1800s and he came in as a fifth year and he did many great things. A member of the Keepers, he was a Slytherin and he went on to work with your grandfather during the war was Grindelwald, sadly he met with fate early during one of the air raids, evacuating young orphaned muggle-borns to your grandfather's estate."
The sorting hat seemed lost in its memories of the students long since sorted, it had sorted witches and wizards who had changed Magical Britain and the world for better or for worse the hat couldn't truly express any feelings of its own, it was given its sentience by the founders who also gave it its purpose to sort the many students of Hogwarts and it had seen many great witches and wizard through its time both good and bad. And some neutral as well. But with that came knowing that some of the students it had sorted had killed, butchered and pillaged Magical Britain and the world on their quests for victory, obsession, fame and riches. It was in those moments the hat was grateful for its inability to feel emotion because if it could the hat wouldn't survive the guilt attached to it.
Returning to its train of thought it divulged on the other older student, "And for the other, the first and the not so recent one student that was Morgana Le Fay or as I knew her Morgana Pendragon. Your magic is similar to hers I can feel it, it's angry, violent but ambitious and cunning. You have your aims, your mission so to speak and you will work hard for it, you like her and know what a true understanding of magic is. No light, no dark, just magic. Intent or no intent magic itself is pure, energy that chooses us, and binds us under the banner of the Mórrigan. Magic gives us life but can also take it away, but we live in conjunction with that wheel not under it, for we need magic to survive as magic needs us to do the same." Hadrian listened to his words about Dacre and Le Fay with interest, Hecate always seemed reluctant to discuss Morgana Le Fay with him, as if she didn't want to think of her like she was a friend who had just recently died and the plaster-holding back pain was about to fall off.
"But back to your sorting, you understand the value of hard work, it is something you have understood for a great many years but your loyalty is not something you give easily, it's only given to those you find worth giving something Helga would applaud but not feel is a great feature to her house, so that rules of Hufflepuff. You are brave and a fierce warrior, ready for a battle or a fight something Godric would love but you lack the chivalry he would prefer from you. That being said you are of his bloodline but I cannot in good conscience put you in Gryffindor it would be a great disservice to you. You have intelligence something Rowena would love. But you don't crave it in the manner expected of a Ravenclaw, you only desire the knowledge you need and what you don't need you discard like curdled milk. She would love to hold a conversation with you and pick your brain so to speak. But you have vision, ambition and the guile that Salazar would pride himself by. You are focused on what you want for yourself but have one clear desire I can see; you don't want to be controlled, you desire freedom and you'll fight, butcher and break others to see your freedom remain intact. And for that, I must place you in SLYTHERIN," the hat roared out the volume of his voice cutting through the muttering that took place as they talked amongst themselves whilst Hadrian was being sorted. Immediately the Gryffindors look outraged that they didn't get the boy who lived, while the students of Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff seemed to be stunned into silence. However, the Slytherins seemed to applaud lightly as Hadrian got up from the stool, and stalked carefully towards the table on the right side of the hall. Choosing to sit down from the end he chose to stay where he could see as much of the table as he could keeping an eye out for any potential threats.
