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Tazzie · 09-01-2015, 01:39 PM

HOLY MOLY.

He was really here.

He was at Hogwarts and this magical place was where Owen was going to spend at least the next seven years of his life. He knew the castle was awesome and all, but knowing and actually seeing it for yourself were different. He was simply in awe. The Great Hall was something almost out of a dream - with a black velvety ceiling dotted with stars. He wasn't sure where to look first. He could see the four long tables designated for each house and with each passing moment it was getting hard to keep his excitement in check.

His mind was already thinking of the all the things he would get to experience in this place!

Speaking of experience, tonight he was going to experience being sorted into a House. This...he was excited but at the same time nervous about. Putting on a hat that people swore talked to you to determine which house you fall into? Yep, pretty exciting...and mildly terrifying if you were an incoming first year. Plus, as he watched his fellow first years have a go at the Sorting Hat, some issues had presented themselves. ~~What a scene.~~

....

It was a little while before he was actually called because sequence was according to alphabetical order, it seemed. Finally...

Owen Thyago Montezor!

Owen gulped.

Then promptly sat down as the sorting hat was placed over his head.

"Sooo, which house do you want to be in, you chubby tubby?"

THE HAT! It was talking! And calling him chubby tubby. Haha. Humorous hat was humorous. It was actually alleviating Owen's nerves. This wasn't so bad after all. "Kid, are you deaf?" Okay, maybe he thought too soon.

Um, sorry. I'm not really sure. But I think I would like it if you put me somewhere with food? HINT. HINT.

"Hahaha. Riiiiight. Couldn't let a growing boy be deprived of food now, could we? I also feel a well-rounded personality in you, loyal and patient too. Well...better be......
HUFFLEPUFF!

Hufflepuff! With the hat pulled off his head, Owen vacated the stool and did a mini jiggle-jiggle dance of some sort. He was was not dreaming. He was sorted. He was a Hufflepuff ~~and wasn't their common room near the Kitchens?~~ and he honestly couldn't complain.

A huge genuine grin in place, the newly sorted badger wobbled towards the Hufflepuff Table.

09-01-2015, 01:39 PM	#4 (permalink)
Tazzie DERP & DIMC Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: Amestris (GMT+8) Posts: 11,061 Hogwarts RPG Name: Harri Ainsworth Second Year x12	❄Suaviter in modo, fortiter in re❄\| ⚕=equivalent exchange=⚕ \| pinned ya! HOLY MOLY. He was really here. He was at Hogwarts and this magical place was where Owen was going to spend at least the next seven years of his life. He knew the castle was awesome and all, but knowing and actually seeing it for yourself were different. He was simply in awe. The Great Hall was something almost out of a dream - with a black velvety ceiling dotted with stars. He wasn't sure where to look first. He could see the four long tables designated for each house and with each passing moment it was getting hard to keep his excitement in check. His mind was already thinking of the all the things he would get to experience in this place! Speaking of experience, tonight he was going to experience being sorted into a House. This...he was excited but at the same time nervous about. Putting on a hat that people swore talked to you to determine which house you fall into? Yep, pretty exciting...and mildly terrifying if you were an incoming first year. Plus, as he watched his fellow first years have a go at the Sorting Hat, some issues had presented themselves. ~~What a scene.~~ .... It was a little while before he was actually called because sequence was according to alphabetical order, it seemed. Finally... *Owen Thyago Montezor!* Owen gulped. Then promptly sat down as the sorting hat was placed over his head. "Sooo, which house do you want to be in, you chubby tubby?" THE HAT! It was talking! And calling him chubby tubby. Haha. Humorous hat was humorous. It was actually alleviating Owen's nerves. This wasn't so bad after all. "Kid, are you deaf?" Okay, maybe he thought too soon. Um, sorry. I'm not really sure. But I think I would like it if you put me somewhere with food? HINT. HINT. "Hahaha. Riiiiight. Couldn't let a growing boy be deprived of food now, could we? I also feel a well-rounded personality in you, loyal and patient too. Well...better be...... HUFFLEPUFF! Hufflepuff! With the hat pulled off his head, Owen vacated the stool and did a mini jiggle-jiggle dance of some sort. He was was not dreaming. He was sorted. He was a Hufflepuff ~~and wasn't their common room near the Kitchens?~~ and he honestly couldn't complain. A huge genuine grin in place, the newly sorted badger wobbled towards the Hufflepuff Table. __________________ ❏❏❏ Last edited by Tazzie; 09-01-2015 at 02:47 PM.