James Potter's Sorting
Hello.
Before you Sort me, can I just say that this is truly disappointing? I got my whole year thinking we'd be sent into an obstacle course filled with traps and puzzles and dragons. Fire-breathing Dragons! But instead we're stuck with a mangy hat to decide us our fate. My classmates probably think I'm just nothing but a stupid liar now.
You're not just a stupid liar, son. You've lots of others qualities too.
Like what?
For starters, you rarely give up on anything. You persevere until it's yours; you've the confidence to say and do what is true, right and just; and you show fierce commitment to those you love and care about.
Brilliant ego booster, you are, Hattie! But which house are you gonna place me in?
At this point, you can be in any… except for Ravenclaw. You can retain information naturally, but you don't care much for rules.
Yes, yes! That's exactly what my mother told me when I knocked out my front teeth playing dark wizard catcher! Lovely day, it was!
Dorea was a Slytherin. Would you - ?
I'd rather kiss the bathroom floor.
Are you sure? You'd be great –
I can be great somewhere else. Like that house with the brave kids, Gryffindor. Hey! There's an idea!
Fine, fine, then. Better be –
"GRYFFINDOR!" shouted the hat. A scrawny boy with a shock of black hair that refused to be tamed leaped off the three legged stool with a mile-wide grin. Returning the dusty hat to his head of house, James Potter made his way to the Gryffindor table who were cheering loudly for their new addition. He sat down next to the boy he met on the train, Sirius Black, who smiled at him, but kept peeking anxious glances towards the Slytherin table.
He tuned back into the sorting and applauded anytime someone joined the Gryffindor table – his house table.
James knew that from the moment he stepped onto the train he was going to be in Gryffindor. He would've demanded for a re-sorting if the Hat had called out anything but.
A shout of laughter redirected his gaze across the table to the redheaded girl – Lily Evans – he and Sirius had made fun of earlier on the train. Her eyes met his, and narrowed into slits.
James smirked, returning his attention to the ceremony. He was going to get Evans to be his friend one way or another.
This was all part of his game plan, you see. Become friends with every first year that isn't a Slytherin by the end of the week was number one on his list, and he couldn't carry on until it was completed. He wouldn't let this weird girl botch it up. It was his mission (strange as it was, but that was James, all elbows, and fuzzy eyebrows and crazy, stupid schemes).
You rarely give up on anything. You persevere until it's yours.
Yes, Lily Evans was going to be his friend one way or another.
A/N: The sorting chronicles are completed! I might do some other (Snape, Lily, etc) but that's gonna be later. The next update will more exciting, I promise! chaosshotgun, I love love love the idea! It's absolutely brilliant and I'll definitely find some way to incorporate it.
Many thanks to anyone who took the time to review! If anyone has suggestions, just drop me a line. I'm all ears. "Er, metaphorically speaking, of course, since I'm a hat, and hats don't have ears." - The Sorting Hat (Ch. 16)