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Post by Little Death on Feb 11, 2011 17:36:36 GMT -8
Kailyn Murrieta was one of the many students sitting in the Great Hall, waiting for the first-years to arrive and for the feast to begin. Summer break had been a lot of fun, but Kailyn found herself missing her friends and even her classes, so it was no surprise to her parents that she had been jittery with excitement as August drew to an end.
The buzzing of voices in the Great Hall all silenced when the great, ornate double doors opened to let Professor McGonagall and a handful of first-years through. She led them to the back and stopped just before the steps that led to the faculty table. A three-legged stool stood on one of these steps and perched on top of that as a raggedy looking hat.
Hermione Granger, a bushy-haired first-year, looked up at the ceiling and whispered to her neighbor that the ceiling was bewitched to look like the night sky...
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Post by Darth Sariah on Feb 11, 2011 18:38:42 GMT -8
Max walked into the Great Hall with the rest of the first years. The train ride over to Hogwarts got him pent up with nervous energy and he was glad to see the results of his impatient waiting did not leave him wanting. He gasped with the others as they looked up at the ceiling leaving him wondering what they did to make it seem so real.
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Post by Penny Royals on Feb 11, 2011 19:10:44 GMT -8
Lucy was astounded. She was standing dumbfounded in the middle of the room, lined up to stand and await to be sorted. Unlike many her attention was not, in fact, at the night sky imprinted on the ceiling- in fact, her attention was drawn to the Sorting Hat, and not only that. She was amazed at the sheer colossal-ness of the room, of the owl-formation statue that was on the Headmaster's podium, rather like a mermaid on a ship, it's wings holding large, dripping candles that were probably hundreds of years old.
But yeah, it was mostly on the Sorting Hat. The voice with which it sang and shout, the appearance of it, the time it took to pick out which house a person was in- anywhere from instantly to almost a full minute. As she was getting closer and closer, she was getting nervouser and nervouser. Of course, she was at the very front, technically- Anderson, so it didn't take terribly long.
She pulled herself into the tiny stool, terrified that it would buckle under her weight. Sweating from nervousness and concentration all in one, the hat was placed onto her head. It spoke to her- though even afterwards, she couldn't quite remember what it said, exactly. But not too long after it was placed on her head, it's voice shouted out, 'HUFFLEPUFF!'.
To the tune of cheers and whoops from the crowd, and shaking like a leaf, she found the Hufflepuff table and sat down.
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Post by Darth Sariah on Feb 11, 2011 19:42:11 GMT -8
It became Max's turn to take the stool just before the end of the C's. The old hat had not even come to his attention until it spoke and when it did, it caught him off guard and made him jump a bit. Inanimate objects did not talk, much less have faces, in his day to day living as far as he remembered. His nervous energy swelled as the hat was placed on his head. "Awww, a bit nervous are we?" It asked immediately, "It will pass. Let's see... Ah, an eager tinkerer... and an eye for details! RAVENCLAW!"
Max finally let his body loose and walked off to join his classmates at the Ravenclaw table.
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Post by Little Death on Feb 13, 2011 9:33:34 GMT -8
Kailyn and the other Ravenclaw's cheered and clapped for their newest member, Max. When he sat down, there was an exchange of handshakes, and even Kailyn offered him a kind smile. She remembered how it felt to be sitting on that stool and having the sorting hat placed on her head. She had been absolutely terrified...
Hermione waited impatiently for her name to be called. Finally, when Professor McGonagall called out "Granger, Hermione!" she ran for the stool and pulled the hat on her head. Within a few seconds, the hat cried "GRYFFINDOR!" Proud with herself, she hopped off the stool (after giving the hat back to McGonagall) and briskly walked for the Gryffindor table.
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