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Wood'sLittleFlower · 09-03-2012, 03:49 AM

Coulson was far from nervous considering this was his second time being sorted. Kind of. He'd already been to two different schools and he hadn't overly enjoyed either of them for the short time that he had attended. Which was one of the many reasons for him being here, now, waiting for yet another hat to be placed on top of his pretty little head.

He anxiously shifted from foot to foot, growing rather impatient as he watched other people get sorted before him. Hecurious as to where they ended up and just as curious as to whether or not they'd be in the same house.

"Bradshaw, Coulson."

Hearing his name called, a smirk rose to the boy's lips as he wove his way through the little people and the occasional taller person and up to the front. Oh, how he loved being the center of attention.

As the hat was placed on his head, the boy instantly tried to focus it rather then let it wander like it tended to do. Especially since there were so many topics at the moment which would occupy him. Like all of the girls in the room.

"Quite the ambitious child and cunning too, aren't we? Sounds like a Slytherin to me"

And there it went. It was starting. He'd never really liked having a hat talk to him. It was weird, really and a bit disconcerting. Especially since he didn't know if everyone else could hear it just as clearly as he could. Not that he got embarrassed easily.. but still. It was odd.

"No, no. You have other traits that seem to be a bit stronger. You, my friend, are more difficult to place than I anticipated."

Yes, yes. It was so. Now, get on with it. We haven't got all day, hatty. The hat kept going on and on about weird traits he had and how he honestly could go many different ways. But after a few moments of silence between the two of them, it spoke again.

"GRYFFINDOR."

FINALLY. Merlin, that took for ever. He took the hat off of his head, put it back on the chair and headed out toward his new table. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he'd been sorted into the house that most of his pre-made friends were at. As well as some people who... weren't exactly his friends. Oh well.

09-03-2012, 03:49 AM	#25 (permalink)
Wood'sLittleFlower Mooncalf Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee Posts: 7,950 Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Fourth Year	Ern's Walmart Greeter Coulson was far from nervous considering this was his second time being sorted. Kind of. He'd already been to two different schools and he hadn't overly enjoyed either of them for the short time that he had attended. Which was one of the many reasons for him being here, now, waiting for yet another hat to be placed on top of his pretty little head. He anxiously shifted from foot to foot, growing rather impatient as he watched other people get sorted before him. Hecurious as to where they ended up and just as curious as to whether or not they'd be in the same house. "Bradshaw, Coulson." Hearing his name called, a smirk rose to the boy's lips as he wove his way through the little people and the occasional taller person and up to the front. Oh, how he loved being the center of attention. As the hat was placed on his head, the boy instantly tried to focus it rather then let it wander like it tended to do. Especially since there were so many topics at the moment which would occupy him. Like all of the girls in the room. "Quite the ambitious child and cunning too, aren't we? Sounds like a Slytherin to me" And there it went. It was starting. He'd never really liked having a hat talk to him. It was weird, really and a bit disconcerting. Especially since he didn't know if everyone else could hear it just as clearly as he could. Not that he got embarrassed easily.. but still. It was odd. "No, no. You have other traits that seem to be a bit stronger. You, my friend, are more difficult to place than I anticipated." Yes, yes. It was so. Now, get on with it. We haven't got all day, hatty. The hat kept going on and on about weird traits he had and how he honestly could go many different ways. But after a few moments of silence between the two of them, it spoke again. "GRYFFINDOR." FINALLY. Merlin, that took for ever. He took the hat off of his head, put it back on the chair and headed out toward his new table. It wasn't until a few moments later that he realized he'd been sorted into the house that most of his pre-made friends were at. As well as some people who... weren't exactly his friends. Oh well. __________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________ _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e