Professional Twirler Mourned and Missed Patroclus sat on the stool, his heart pounding like a pixies jumping on a drum, the sorting hat was slipped onto his head "Hmmmmm lots of brains, but also a Strong personality....hint of fear, but who doesn't, got to be GRYFFINDOR"
Patroclus, breathed a deep sigh of relief- maybe his Griffin Hair wand had been a prophecy of what was to come.
He jumped of the stool, beaming with enthusiasm and already planning to seek out the Qudditch Captain, he made his way over to gold and scarlet talbe that was the Gryffindor House Table. |