"Good Evening students," a voice called from the front of the hallway. "I am Professor Helmsly, better known as Triple H, I am the Ravenclaw Head of House, I am here to welcome you to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We're going to bring you into the next room for sorting."

The class began to whisper, trying to figure out how they'd be sorted. "Ready?" He asked, they all nodded nervously and the doors were opened. They were awestruck looking up at the ceiling that appeared to have the entire night sky between the high arches of the ceiling and the candles floating in the air above the tables. They were shuffled into a line between the four long tables where the upperclassmen sat.

"Welcome to Hogwarts kids," the headmaster said. "I am Mr. McMahon, let's get the sorting underway, Triple H," a hat was brought out that began to sing

"I may be an old hat,

But here is the key,

There is no other cat

That is smarter than me.

The most brave or loyal

I can see it all

I know the hardest to toil

I've never dropped the ball,

Gryffindor, brave of heart,

Slytherin, cunning and shrewd

Ravenclaw, the smart

Hufflepuff, loyal and true.

The year shall be hard,

You'll be put to the test

But you'll have their card

If you try your best," the hat sang. The students all clapped as he finished, and the hat appeared to bow.

"Let's get the Sorting started," Mr. McMahon said clapping his hands together. Triple H began reading names off the paper.

"Dean Ambrose," Triple H read. The hat was hardly on his head before,

"Slytherin."

CM Punk jumped out of his seat and hugged his brother, giving him a noogie. Dean pushed him away, a smile still etched across his face.

"Finn Balor." A fit young Irishman strode to the front and sat on the stool. The hat was lowered onto his head, past his eyes, and it began to think.

"Gryffindor," it decided. Said table erupted in cheers and Finn excitedly walked over to them.

"Trent Barreta," Triple H called next. He walked up to the stool, not looking like he was in the mood for anything.

"Slytherin," the hat decided after some deliberation, the silver and green table began to cheer, Barreta didn't look bothered at all.

"Tyler Bate." The hat was taking quite a while now.

"Ravenclaw," it finally said.

"Peter Dunne," Triple H read off his paper.

"Pete," Pete said walking up to the stool, Triple H wrote that down.

"Ravenclaw," The hat said after some apparent arguing with Pete.

"Travis Gordon."

"I go by Flip," The kid said nervously walking up to the stool. The hat was sure of itself this time and Flip didn't seem to argue.

"Gryffindor."

"Matthew Jackson."

Kenny whistled.

"Matt is good.," he said. The hat was put on his head. He nearly jumped when it started speaking in his head.

"A truly peculiar one," it thought,

"What do you mean, I'm obviously-" the hat interrupted his thoughts

"Yes of course," it thought, then it yelled, "Slytherin."

The hat was taken off, but Matt didn't move. Slytherin were cheering, but Matt couldn't hear it, he looked at his brother and at Kenny, they were as shocked as he was.

"Go on, kid," Triple H said. "Nicolas Jackson."

"It's Nick," Nick said, hardly paying attention. Maybe Nick would be slytherin too, Matt hoped halfheartedly.

"Gryffindor," the hat said. The Elite were in shock. Matt hardly knew what to do, he'd never really been apart from his twin brother, they even shared a bedroom back home. They were now sat on opposite sides of the Great Hall, the saved seat next to Kenny empty.

"Candice LeRae."

"Gryffindor."

Matt almost disliked her for getting sorted where he'd expected to be.

"Becky Lynch."

"Hufflepuff."

"Bayley Martinez."

"Hufflepuff."

Matt felt nauseous. He snuck out to the bathroom. It was empty, of course it was, everyone was at the sorting. Matt slammed the door to the farthest stall and sat on the floor, he almost wanted to cry. The year had hardly even started and he'd already screwed everything up. He heard the door open and held his breath, he didn't want to be discovered, sobbing in the bathroom on the first day, although he definitely wasn't crying.

"Matt?" It was Nick. Matt got up and opened the door.

"Hi Nick," Matt said sullenly. Kenny was with him a bit further back.

"You good?" Nick asked. Matt nodded, in his mind, as the older twin, it was his job to protect his brother.

"It's gonna be fine, Matt, Gryffindor and Slytherin have nearly all the same classes together," Kenny said.

"Yeah," Matt said, "I'm more worried about what everyone will say."

"eh who cares what people say, we're the Elite!" Nick told his brother.

"you're right," Matt decided

"of course I am, now c'mon, we can probably sneak you to the Gryffindor table," Nick agreed.

"Nah, I've gotta live with them, I might as well get to know them," Matt said.