Kingsley Shaklebolt
I looked up at the dark night sky in the Great Hall. The stars brightly shone. Of course I knew it was a projection but that didn't take the beauty of it away; if anything it added it. How someone had managed to get that up and use magic was just fascinating. I looked around me instead of watching the sorting. I could predict most of them anyway. As for myself I had no clue where I was going to go. My mum had been in Slytherin and my dad, Ravenclaw.
I would rather be in Ravenclaw because the Slytherins seemed a bit too evil. They weren't all and I knew that; my mum for one. And there were evil people in other houses too but it just seemed like they had the most. And despite being cunning I wasn't particularly ambitious. I wouldn't give up my friends to get my own way. I thought that I was probably going to be a Ravenclaw, I was clever enough. It was annoying however having my last name; it just meant I had to watch everyone before me get sorted.
"Shacklebolt, Kingsley." Professor Dumbledore eventually called out. I walked up to the front where the stool was and sat down.
"Well, this is going to be hard." The voice said into my head. This must have been really advanced magic; I was impressed by the hat's use of Legilimency. "You show a lot of power. You'd make a great leader but you also have a great mind."
"So, where are you going to put me?" I asked impatiently.
"RAVENCLAW!" the house shouted out. I smiled to myself as they all clapped for me. I went to sit down with the other new first years and introduced myself. Everyone seemed so friendly and I was happy to be Ravenclaw…