Olivia Hurst was next to be sorted. Curls bouncing from the back of her head, fringes obscuring her face, she made a mental note to make sure to brush her hair once all this nerve-wracking sorting ceremony comes to a close. She watched Beth go to the Slytherin house tables, everyone were all cheers for the new little addition to their team. Olivia was restless and excited while waiting for her turn but when her name was called, she went blank. Being home-schooled, she was never really the type to like the attention. All eyes followed her every footsteps, the silence was deafening.


Do not fall.
Do not fall.
Do not fall.


Olivia knew she’s going to be a laughing stock once her clumsiness flares up.

Right on the dot. Oli made it to the throne safely. Just like her fellow first years, she sat on it to get sorted. Oli was surprised at the unfamiliar movement up her tangled hair when the sorting hat was placed on her head.

“Undoubtedly. RAVENCLAW!” the hat shouted. Loud cheers emerged from the Ravenclaw House Table.

It was over just like that.

With all the applauds she heard, Oli could not help but beam from ear to ear with her eyes wide open. Oli was full of pride as she made her way to the house where she belongs. Long gone were her promises to munch food with Beth at the Slytherin house table and to hang out with Rylee at her own house table. She had her own house table now and she’s going to stay there.