 Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Ceorlic stood amongst the sea of small 1st years, and other transfers waiting to be sorted. He kept his head straight and his eyes locked onto the sorting hat watching it being placed on others heads and hearing it yell out the Houses. He honestly did not care where he was placed. He kept a small thought in the back of his head as to what houses his Older Brothers were sorted into YEARS before him. Cullen, he took pride in being a Hufflepuff. While Caelan....Caelan??? What was Caelan, he never talked about it much.
His mind went even further and he began to think about where his Father was sorted, was he even a Student here? It wasn't fair that he barely knew anything about the man. Not even what his favorite Pizza topping was. Ceorlic liked spicy sausage, it gave the pizza a bit of a kick with each bite, even more than pizza though the Fifteen-year-old loved Pumpkin Pastries. He was excited to learn that Cullen was going to start farming a small pumpkin patch in a small clearing past the Forrest they lived in....
STRIKE-GALBRAITH, CEORLIC!
...He heard his name and began walking towards the stool...
How excited would Gabriel Banner be when he hears this! Who will be suppling who with Pumpkin-y treats now! He would called Ceo the Pumpkin Savior. Gabe would probably run away to his little cabin home more often. Ceo liked him, he was funny. Also a lot like him minus those ridiculously thick-rimmed glassed. What would he look like with thick rims like that? Really dumb thats what...
GRYFFINDOR!
Would they even fit his face? Why should he care he'd never need glasses. Ceo had excellent vision. Maybe he could buy the kind that don't have glasses in them...He sat on the stool for a few moments longer, letting his mind wander away from him even further. When was he going to be sorted?
Was the Hat having trouble placing him? He blinked and looked around the Great Hall. He was getting a lot of silent stares, glares, and cold looks from each table, but the Gryffindor one seemed to be most excited, noting a few cheers here, and there from them... also a lot of clapping.
WAIT! Where was the Sorting hat? He looked over to his side to see that the hat had been removed. Also a few finger jabs and cold stares in the direction of the Lion's table to get up and go there.
"OCH! A'M SORRY!!" He blurted out rather loudly has he rushed over to his new Home. |