The best way to describe Jordan as he stood in the great hall of Hogwarts was culture shocked. His mouth probably hadn't closed in the past hour, what with the train ride and its trolley full of magical treats (of which he'd had entirely too many), the boat ride across the lake, and now this: floating candles everywhere, the entire hall packed with students in their uniforms, and the (rather intimidating) table full of professors at the head of the hall.

To sum up, Jordan felt very small and out of place at that particular moment in time.

That feeling of intimidation and nerves certainly didn't decrease as other students were called forward to put the sorting hat on their heads. Even if he'd walked into the hall feeling confident, the mood from the other first years was affecting him. He reached down and put a hand on the wand holster he'd been so proud to buy.

I'm supposed to be here. I'm a wizard. That thought calmed him more than he thought it would.

The long wait was abruptly over as the professor in charge of the ceremony called his name, and he hurried forward and climbed up onto the stool. Once he'd plopped his butt down on the seat, he laced his fingers and kicked his feet back and forth, waiting for the massive hat to lower into his head.

It didn't take long. As soon as the hat landed, it started poking around in his head and...

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"...Huffle what?"

One table was cheering, so he headed for that one.