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ArianaBlack · 09-02-2020, 03:25 PM

Branxton. Cambridge. James. Rider. Rider-Mae. Summers.

In the middle. The way she liked it. Comfortable. Protected.

Kizzy tightened her grip of cousin Cooper's arm and clung even tighter to Emmerson, hiding behind the two while the sorting hat sang. Though she tried to shrink herself into the crowd, she didn't want to miss any of it. She wanted to remember everything. Tonight was very special. She had been waiting for it since ~~her siblings had started Hogwarts~~ forever. But one by one, people were called up to the stool and Kinsay became more and more reluctant to let her favorites leave her. First, Branxton. Ravenclaw. Then, Cambridge. Gryffindor.

She scooted closer towards her three friends who were still waiting for their names to be called. Hopefully Matty and Emma wouldn't mind clingy Kiz. There was only one other sorting she was interested in for the moment anyway. Fence. Slytherin. It took him a really long time, much longer than the others. She wondered if he asked the hat uncomfortable questions (because that's something he did), thinking maybe that's why it took him so long. Kinsay thought this made enough sense to accept, making it easier to focus on the rest of the sortings that happened to fall between the letters F and J. Like, Hembree. Hufflepuff. Good. She didn't want to be in the same house as him. He's unhygienic.

"James, Kinsay"

She didn't start towards the stool right away. First she looked back at Sammy, then at Emma, and finally at Matty. Sammy who looked excited. Emma who looked equally, if not more (definitely and always more), excited. Matty who Kiz looked at with all the worry she was feeling on the inside. She gave his hand a squeeze before scurrying towards the hat. There was nothing to be worried about. She knew which house she wanted. She'd be with Emm and Phoebe. The hat would listen, Fifi said it would.

Waiting for the hat to be lowered onto her head, she quickly searched the house tables (first Gryffindor) for Fifi and (then Ravenclaw) Teddy and gave them both a tiny wave. It was good that she did that right away because once the hat was lowered, it sunk so far down over her head, that she couldn't see beyond the inside of it's rim. She looked silly. She knew she did.

It made her shrink her whole body and she kicked her feet around in nervous anticipation. She wondered when it would start talking. It was supposed to do that, she knew. "Hmmm...Interesting."

O_______O

"Interesting?" She whispered with worry, though she knew the hat could hear her even if she weren't to speak out loud. "Very interesting." Interesting wasn't good. Kinsay knew it wasn't good. Interesting meant there was deliberation and she didn't need deliberation, she had already decided her house. She had already set plans in motion with Emm. It was very important that they didn't get ruined by a stinky hat. "Ravenclaws run in the family..." Kiz frowned. "All the houses run in the family," she corrected the hat. What did it know anyway?!

"Hmmm... Creativity... Drive... A desire to seek out the truth..." NO! Kinsay KNEW which house those traits belonged to. No! "You're sure?" Yes.

Fifi said the hat would listen. Why wasn't it listening? "You would do exceptionally well in Ravenclaw House..." She frowned again. "I know." But Gryffindor would be more exceptional.

The two kept deliberating this way for a few minutes. The sorting hat, determined to persuade Kizzy to accept Ravenclaw. The Kizzy, determined to persuade sorting hat to accept Gryffindor. Just like this. Back and forth. Neither stepping down.

Until an uncharacteristic bout of doubt set in. Kinsay didn't know anymore. Despite the confidence of her continued assertions, in truth, the more the hat spoke to her, the more uncertain she became. Maybe she DID belong in Ravenclaw with Teddy and cousin Cooper. The house of her parents. Uncle Mo. The house of her grandmother with whom she shared a name. "But perhaps there is another fit for you yet..." Perhaps? She sat up a little straighter. "Yes." She held her breath. "You have proven yourself stubborn and headstrong." Thanks. She got that from her momma. ".... I can see great potential..." Potential for Gryffindor? "I sense underlying strength and values of courage and loyalty." She straightened her back.

"Hmmm... An opportunity for growth... But you are reluctant to embrace discomfort. Hmmm... Yes. You will do best to seek that which differentiates you from your peers..." This was, in Kinsay's opinion, the worst advice she had ever heard in her entire eleven years of life.

After five minutes and 21 seconds had elapsed, the hat finally shouted.

"Gryffindor!!!"

And though she had won in the end, Kinsay Cassandra James was so physically, mentally, and emotionally spent from the entire ordeal that she almost fainted of exhaustion right on the spot. With what little remained of her energy, she lifted herself off the stool and made her way to the table where her sister, her best friend, and Cecelia Summers sat.

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	um. how did this become an essay. i-- doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Branxton. Cambridge. James. Rider. Rider-Mae. Summers. In the middle. The way she liked it. Comfortable. Protected. Kizzy tightened her grip of cousin Cooper's arm and clung even tighter to Emmerson, hiding behind the two while the sorting hat sang. Though she tried to shrink herself into the crowd, she didn't want to miss any of it. She wanted to remember everything. Tonight was very special. She had been waiting for it since ~~her siblings had started Hogwarts~~ forever. But one by one, people were called up to the stool and Kinsay became more and more reluctant to let her favorites leave her. First, Branxton. Ravenclaw. Then, Cambridge. Gryffindor. She scooted closer towards her three friends who were still waiting for their names to be called. Hopefully Matty and Emma wouldn't mind clingy Kiz. There was only one other sorting she was interested in for the moment anyway. Fence. Slytherin. It took him a really long time, much longer than the others. She wondered if he asked the hat uncomfortable questions (because that's something he did), thinking maybe that's why it took him so long. Kinsay thought this made enough sense to accept, making it easier to focus on the rest of the sortings that happened to fall between the letters F and J. Like, Hembree. Hufflepuff. Good. She didn't want to be in the same house as him. He's unhygienic. "James, Kinsay" She didn't start towards the stool right away. First she looked back at Sammy, then at Emma, and finally at Matty. Sammy who looked excited. Emma who looked equally, if not more (definitely and always more), excited. Matty who Kiz looked at with all the worry she was feeling on the inside. She gave his hand a squeeze before scurrying towards the hat. There was nothing to be worried about. She knew which house she wanted. She'd be with Emm and Phoebe. The hat would listen, Fifi said it would. Waiting for the hat to be lowered onto her head, she quickly searched the house tables (first Gryffindor) for Fifi and (then Ravenclaw) Teddy and gave them both a tiny wave. It was good that she did that right away because once the hat was lowered, it sunk so far down over her head, that she couldn't see beyond the inside of it's rim. She looked silly. She knew she did. It made her shrink her whole body and she kicked her feet around in nervous anticipation. She wondered when it would start talking. It was supposed to do that, she knew. "Hmmm...Interesting." O_______O "Interesting?" She whispered with worry, though she knew the hat could hear her even if she weren't to speak out loud. "Very interesting." Interesting wasn't good. Kinsay knew it wasn't good. Interesting meant there was deliberation and she didn't need deliberation, she had already decided her house. She had already set plans in motion with Emm. It was very important that they didn't get ruined by a stinky hat. "Ravenclaws run in the family..." Kiz frowned. "All the houses run in the family," she corrected the hat. What did it know anyway?! "Hmmm... Creativity... Drive... A desire to seek out the truth..." NO! Kinsay KNEW which house those traits belonged to. No! "You're sure?" Yes. Fifi said the hat would listen. Why wasn't it listening? "You would do exceptionally well in Ravenclaw House..." She frowned again. "I know." But Gryffindor would be more exceptional. The two kept deliberating this way for a few minutes. The sorting hat, determined to persuade Kizzy to accept Ravenclaw. The Kizzy, determined to persuade sorting hat to accept Gryffindor. Just like this. Back and forth. Neither stepping down. Until an uncharacteristic bout of doubt set in. Kinsay didn't know anymore. Despite the confidence of her continued assertions, in truth, the more the hat spoke to her, the more uncertain she became. Maybe she DID belong in Ravenclaw with Teddy and cousin Cooper. The house of her parents. Uncle Mo. The house of her grandmother with whom she shared a name. "But perhaps there is another fit for you yet..." Perhaps? She sat up a little straighter. "Yes." She held her breath. "You have proven yourself stubborn and headstrong." Thanks. She got that from her momma. ".... I can see great potential..." Potential for Gryffindor? "I sense underlying strength and values of courage and loyalty." She straightened her back. "Hmmm... An opportunity for growth... But you are reluctant to embrace discomfort. Hmmm... Yes. You will do best to seek that which differentiates you from your peers..." This was, in Kinsay's opinion, the worst advice she had ever heard in her entire eleven years of life. After five minutes and 21 seconds had elapsed, the hat finally shouted. *"Gryffindor!!!"* And though she had won in the end, Kinsay Cassandra James was so physically, mentally, and emotionally spent from the entire ordeal that she almost fainted of exhaustion right on the spot. With what little remained of her energy, she lifted herself off the stool and made her way to the table where her sister, her best friend, and Cecelia Summers sat. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!