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Steelsheen · 01-02-2016, 05:37 PM

Sorting Hat!
SORTING HAT!
S O R T I I I I I I N G H A A A A A T ! ! !

Tenacius couldn’t keep still! Ok being all squishy and sprinkly and chilly in this ~~bloody~~ lovely Scottish climate may have something to do with that, but mostly he was just broom to the moon EXCITED. He was bouncing and fidgeting and tiptoeing and clapping and hooting and wisecracking and trying his darndest best to not just run up to the stool, seize the hat and shove it onto his head. Why did his names start with letters from the bottom half of the alphabet? Why do they even go in alphabetical order in the first place? Why didn’t they just tell them what house they're gonna be in with their letter? Why doesnt the world do things right and on time from the get go???

"Tenacius Astor Salander"

Finally! The curly-haired kid bounded for the dais, droplets of water trailing behind him. But then wet shoes is happening and he nearly skidded all the way through to the other side, only managing to stop as he sent the stool clattering down to the floor. Oops.

Stool back in place and him settled onto it, the Hat now lowered onto his head. Tenacius sat staring out into the dimness of the funky smelling fabric. There was a presence in the darkness, he could feel it.

"Hi!" he greeted it out loud, his side of the conversation carrying over the expanse of the Great Hall.

"Hello there Tenacius. My aren't you excited to find out what your House is."

"You bet I am! Been waiting all day-- no-- all SUMMER!" he beamed.

"That’s good. Your enthusiasm for this process is quite delightful, quite different from when I conversed with your father all those years ago."

"You mean he didn’t like Sorting? He always said to me he was very proud of being a Slytherin."

"He... didn’t quite appreciate the wisdom of the process when he started here. I couldn’t blame him really, given his past. But he went on to do great things didn’t he?"

To this Tenacius nodded happily as the Hat wiggled back and forth on his head "He sure did! So should I go to Slytherin now?"

"Wait, slow down Tenacius, lets not get ahead of ourselves." The Sorting Hat intoned "I can see that you admire your father very much, and want to make him proud. But following him into his old House and doing everything he did isnt your path to achieve greatness.... YOUR brand of greatness."

For the first time in probably ever, Tenacius was speechless.

"So..... I'm not going to Slytherin?" he was so confused.

"No. Because now is the time for you to choose your own path, to make this your own journey."

And with that, Tenacius felt like a weight was lifted off him, like a new found sense of freedom. Did he put that much pressure on himself that he wasn’t even aware of it until the Hat pointed it out? But right now, right this very second, he was being given the chance to chart the course of his life, to be the Captain of his destiny.

But... what would his dad say?

Sensing the boy's feelings, the Hat whispered gently "Tenacius, taking the first step to being your own person doesn’t mean you love your father any less. Your bond with him will remain unbreakable, that I can assure you. But you must understand, you are your father's son, you are not your father. You are Tenacius, not Stradivarius."

The boy's shoulders lowered as he relaxed "Ok." he murmured.

"In your heart of hearts, two paths lay before you Tenacius. One path leads you to roar with the brave and noble-hearted of Godric Gryffindor, while the other lets you soar to the heights of enlightenment with the avant-garde of Rowena Ravenclaw...."

"Ravenclaw?..." the boy blurted out "But aren't those the smart kids? You know the ones that actually read dictionaries for kicks??"

"Intelligence comes in many forms Tenacius. This you will come to realize on your journey."

He pondered the Sorting Hat's words. And then an impulse "Can I... take a peek? At the tables I mean."

"Of course."

Tenacius gingerly pushed the brim of the Hat upward and looked across the Great Hall, watching the students in blue. To think that he could actually be considered as one of them! It gave him all sorts of profound confidence and a surety that felt new to him. Then he shifted his blue-green eyes to the red-robed ones, and he felt something deep within him. Something that felt right.

He lowered his hand and the Hat plopped back snuggly onto place. He smiled to himself. He knows now. And so did the Sorting Hat.

"Thanks for helping me out Hat."

"It is my honor, Tenacius Salander."

And after what seemed like an age, the Sorting Hat finally declared:

GRYFFINDOR!!!

As the hat was lifted from his head, Tenacius felt something swished about his robes. They've turned RED! And with the happiest of smiles, the curly haired boy bounded off the dais and joined the students dining under the Lion's mane.

01-02-2016, 05:37 PM	#28 (permalink)
Steelsheen DMT & DIMC Antipodean Opaleye Join Date: Mar 2008 Location: Geekdom of Nerdtopia Posts: 9,944 Hogwarts RPG Name: Tenacius "Ace" Salander Graduated x12 x12	sorry its lengthy. because hatstall. imagine that xD Ability is nothing without Opportunity \| \| Creativity is Intelligence having FUN Sorting Hat! SORTING HAT! S O R T I I I I I I N G H A A A A A T ! ! ! Tenacius couldn’t keep still! Ok being all squishy and sprinkly and chilly in this ~~bloody~~ lovely Scottish climate may have something to do with that, but mostly he was just broom to the moon EXCITED. He was bouncing and fidgeting and tiptoeing and clapping and hooting and wisecracking and trying his darndest best to not just run up to the stool, seize the hat and shove it onto his head. Why did his names start with letters from the bottom half of the alphabet? Why do they even go in alphabetical order in the first place? Why didn’t they just tell them what house they're gonna be in with their letter? Why doesnt the world do things right and on time from the get go??? "Tenacius Astor Salander" Finally! The curly-haired kid bounded for the dais, droplets of water trailing behind him. But then wet shoes is happening and he nearly skidded all the way through to the other side, only managing to stop as he sent the stool clattering down to the floor. Oops. Stool back in place and him settled onto it, the Hat now lowered onto his head. Tenacius sat staring out into the dimness of the funky smelling fabric. There was a presence in the darkness, he could feel it. "Hi!" he greeted it out loud, his side of the conversation carrying over the expanse of the Great Hall. "Hello there Tenacius. My aren't you excited to find out what your House is." "You bet I am! Been waiting all day-- no-- all SUMMER!" he beamed. "That’s good. Your enthusiasm for this process is quite delightful, quite different from when I conversed with your father all those years ago." "You mean he didn’t like Sorting? He always said to me he was very proud of being a Slytherin." "He... didn’t quite appreciate the wisdom of the process when he started here. I couldn’t blame him really, given his past. But he went on to do great things didn’t he?" To this Tenacius nodded happily as the Hat wiggled back and forth on his head "He sure did! So should I go to Slytherin now?" "Wait, slow down Tenacius, lets not get ahead of ourselves." The Sorting Hat intoned "I can see that you admire your father very much, and want to make him proud. But following him into his old House and doing everything he did isnt your path to achieve greatness.... YOUR brand of greatness." For the first time in probably ever, Tenacius was speechless. "So..... I'm not going to Slytherin?" he was so confused. "No. Because now is the time for you to choose your own path, to make this your own journey." And with that, Tenacius felt like a weight was lifted off him, like a new found sense of freedom. Did he put that much pressure on himself that he wasn’t even aware of it until the Hat pointed it out? But right now, right this very second, he was being given the chance to chart the course of his life, to be the Captain of his destiny. But... what would his dad say? Sensing the boy's feelings, the Hat whispered gently "Tenacius, taking the first step to being your own person doesn’t mean you love your father any less. Your bond with him will remain unbreakable, that I can assure you. But you must understand, you are your father's son, you are not your father. You are Tenacius, not Stradivarius." The boy's shoulders lowered as he relaxed "Ok." he murmured. "In your heart of hearts, two paths lay before you Tenacius. One path leads you to roar with the brave and noble-hearted of Godric Gryffindor, while the other lets you soar to the heights of enlightenment with the avant-garde of Rowena Ravenclaw...." "Ravenclaw?..." the boy blurted out "But aren't those the smart kids? You know the ones that actually read dictionaries for kicks??" "Intelligence comes in many forms Tenacius. This you will come to realize on your journey." He pondered the Sorting Hat's words. And then an impulse "Can I... take a peek? At the tables I mean." "Of course." Tenacius gingerly pushed the brim of the Hat upward and looked across the Great Hall, watching the students in blue. To think that he could actually be considered as one of them! It gave him all sorts of profound confidence and a surety that felt new to him. Then he shifted his blue-green eyes to the red-robed ones, and he felt something deep within him. Something that felt right. He lowered his hand and the Hat plopped back snuggly onto place. He smiled to himself. He knows now. And so did the Sorting Hat. "Thanks for helping me out Hat." "It is my honor, Tenacius Salander." And after what seemed like an age, the Sorting Hat finally declared: *GRYFFINDOR!!!* As the hat was lifted from his head, Tenacius felt something swished about his robes. They've turned RED! And with the happiest of smiles, the curly haired boy bounded off the dais and joined the students dining under the Lion's mane. __________________ ++Tenacius ++🐦++ Salander++🐦++ Deo ++🐦++ Vickers ++🐦++ Huxley ++🐦+ Aquila++ Yeah thats what crazy is, when its broken you say theres nothing to fix++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++And you pray that everything will be okay, while you're making all the same mistakes