Annie found herself a bit odd asking a Hat what house she belonged to. They all seemed so, incredible and worth the brain and guts Annie had for the school. She placed the hat on top of her head and waited as the hat took her head analysis.

Still, this little quote from the Sorting Hat song made her think, it was Ravenclaw where she belonged in:

If you're prone to read and learn,
Then a Ravenclaw you'll be.
There you'll always have a turn,
To outwit hats like me.


"Clever mind you have...yet I see you prefer learning some other way, have your goals set, because this is another challenge to take." The hat whispered to Annie, making her grin. She liked challenges after all. "Ravenclaw!" the hat yelled, making Annie's ears tremble.

Severia stepped up and placed the sorting hat on her head. "Oh, this may be tough" Said a voice. "You are a very smart witch. Rowena Ravenclaw would have loved you. And very brave. You would do well in Gryffindor. Very loyal to those close to you. You would fit in Hufflepuff. But there's a few traits that stand out. You are clever and witty. You aren't afraid to fight for what should be yours. And you are a descendent of Salazaar himself. That's where you will do best. SLYTHERIN!"

Thalia took steps forward as her name was called and the hat was put on her head. She was frightened as a voice went into her head. Hmmm....there's a lot of brains up here. Another Whitehall? Not the last I presume. "No," Thalia whispered. You also have a arrogant side to you Ms. Whitehall. You want to achieve more than you may think. "Please Ravenclaw," she whispered to it. Ha! Ravenclaw I doubt. No I think you would be best in, "SLYTHERIN!" Thalia's heart stopped. As the hat was taken off her she was in fear and shock. What! The Slytherin table was clapping and the person with the hat told her to go join her table. She walked slowly to the table and sat down with wide eyes.

After hearing her name being called mayla stepped up to were the sorting hat was she jumped a bit when the hat spoke.''you seem to be very protective of people around you and you are brave and will stand up for what you belive is right, this is a simple choice'' mayla was nervous waiting for the hats verdict but she didn't have to wait long''Gryffindor the hat said, mayla got up and went to her table. she was quite happy with its choice.

Sorting.

Sorting, sorting, sorting.

hehehe – Lookit the talking hat. Very stylish Oliver did not think. Was it not about time Hogwarts had an update in style? A nice fedora perhaps? A top hat? Something a little more appealing to the youth of today.

No nerves; no fear.

Oliver looked amused as he took a seat and the hat thingamy was lowered onto his head. He looked upwards trying to look at the thing as it went into it's schpeel about which house would suit him best. Oliver was pretty indifferent – but what he did know, was that any of the houses would be lucky to have HIM.

It rambled on, mumbling something about selfishness which caused Oliver's mouth to curl downwards but it also remembered his old man! And his sister. Grin. What was it saying now? Determination, cunning, wealth, ambition - yada yada yada. Yeah yeah, get to the point.

That final thought seemed to seal his fate...

SLYTHERIN! The thing finally cried causing the fifteen year old to jump. He smiled and looked over at his new table.

Slytherin – oh yeah.

ooc: I know its late but I should have seen this first sorry
NUNUALLY CAO
Nunually had been waiting in line and she was frightened she slowly went up when it was her turn and sat down. The hat went on her hand and she could hear it.

It talks, it talks she thought frightened and listened.

Interesting, you a pure-blood yet you know nothing about magic,

Bravery you have very limited,
Intelligence is average
You don't have a back bone but you do belong with your family, you know your parents both were in Slytherin so are your siblings, but you don't look for them, you are loyal to your adopted mother, you hate your adopted father for leaving you and her, you wanted to h-


ENOUGH PLEASE! she thought and didn't hear anything else except

Hufflepuff you may take me off, be careful your sister is not kind she likes to um, use people

Nunually quickly took of the hat and headed towards the clapping table. Sister? I have siblings?

"Kellen Stern."

He gave Chaucer a nervous glance and walked up the stairs to the sorting hat, glad there were so many other transfer students. For half the summer he'd been worried about standing in a group of first years, a good head taller than any of them, waiting for his name to be called.

The hat was set on his head, and he sat there tapping his thighs absentmindedly with his forefingers. He and Chaucer had agreed on how to rig the hat: sit on the stool and repeat Slytherin over and over in your head, thinking thoughts of ambition and kicking puppies. Then he recalled the words of his father: Think nothing at all. The hat knows what it's doing. It puts you into a house that will help you grow, not keep you where you are.

So he sat there with a blank mind for what seemed like forever, even though it was probably only a quarter of a minute, until finally the hat shouted, "Ravenclaw!"

"Oh." Well that hadn't been his first or second choice, had it? He slid off the stool once the teacher removed the hat and headed down the stairs to the Ravenclaw table, trying to decide what it was that made the hat place him here.

Finally he shrugged; I'll find out eventually.

The sight of Kellen being chosen for Ravenclaw brought on an anxiety he was not expecting - his very gloves were damp with prespiration, the bane of the well-dressed masses... minority. Chaucer had previously been in an elite school, where most plebians would fear to tread, so why was he so hesitant? It was a place with an overwhelming amount of students and, as he looked on, he felt his insides thud fitfully at the prospect of trying to make a name for himself.

When it was Chaucer's turn, he felt his legs march himself forward without much of a conscious inclination to do so. The hat settled on top of his head, and seemed to shift a bit as though attempting to make itself comfortable.

Chaucer thought Ravenclaw, Ravenclaw, Ravencl... Oh do really finish up there, you're messing my coif!
Oh so? Ravenclaw, was it? HAH. You could barely get through to that table there before they smelled you out for what you really are. Personally, I knew when you strutted like a rooster into the hall, I'm just tired of getting these things over with so fast - it's only once a year you know.

Let it out then, you silly bonnet!

You're very sensitive, aren't you? I could stick you into Hufflepuff you know. I've done worse to better people I'm sure. But alas, our time is drawing to a close. Slytherin!

Chaucer let loose a sigh of relief before he remembered that Kellen was over with the Ravenclaws. He looked over at the Slytherin table and, with the most arrogant posture he could assume, strode to the nearest available seat.

Arya nervously walked up to the stool holding the sorting hat. Her heart was pounding so fast she thought everyone in the great hall could hear it. This is what she had been waiting for. Once she got off the train she could hardly sit still and the boats were going so slow across the lake she wanted to jump out and swim the rest of the way to shore. But now that she was finally here, she wished to be anywhere but here.

As she sat down the sorting hat was placed upon her head, nearly covering her face. She griped the stool with sweaty palms, crossing her legs nervously.

Hmm, another Lovegoods....haven't had one in a while. But what house to put you in....I see some bravery, good heart...very good at heart. Smart but Ravenclaw wouldn't suit you, no not at all. Slytherin, no no no! That won't do....hmmm, I see a good amount of loyalty.

Arya listened as her curiosity grew and she became less nervious. She breathed a sigh of relief when the hat decided against Slytherin, and she knew not Ravenclaw. So it was down to Griffindor or Hufflepuff....which will he choose. She gripped the stool harder as the hat decided what house to sort her in.

Hmmm.....Ah! Its all to clear now. You belong in Hufflepuff!

Suddenly an uproar of cheers and applause came from the Hufflepuff house table as the sorting hat shouted what house Arya was in.

As the hat screamed her sorting she breathed a sigh of relief. Feeling the hat pulled from her head she hoped of the stool and ran toward the table that had given her so much applause. As she arived at the table she was meet by many welcoming congratulations.

Ian did not know what on EARTH was the Sorting Hat mumbling about inside his head. Long, complicated and intelligent words were coming out of the hat, and the boy had certainly lost all sense of place and time as soon as his brain had registered the fact that, no matter how much he tried, he would only manage to understand the 'The's', 'Or's' and words of the like.

So it wasn't until the old fart for a hat shouted 'RAVENCLAW' that the fifteen year old realized that the thing had finally come to a decision. Ravenclaw. Whatever that meant? Blue kids, right? Hopping lightly from the stool after the hat was removed, and clearly oblivious of the looks people were giving him (because the hat had taken its time to sort him), Ian, with a somewhat quizzical expression on his face, headed straight for his table, to join his new house mates.

... What house had Colby been placed in again? Huh.

"Aldaine, Kate."

Kate gave a little start at hearing her name called, and she made her way to the sorting hat, which was a far cry from her cowboy hat. As it was placed on her head, she sighed. So this was it, Kate thought to herself. The moment of truth. This year has to be better than the last three. As she sat there, hands clasped and thumbs twiddling, she felt a touch of nerves. After listening to the descriptions of the houses, she thought maybe she would end up in Ravenclaw...which would be nice since she just saw Kellen get sorted into that house. But she would be happy wherever she ended up. If only the hat would make a decision: she could hear it humming and hawing in her ears...

"SLYTHERIN!" Kate sighed, handed the hat back and waltzed over to the Slytherin table, thinking. [I]Well that certainly wasn't where I thought I would end up, but it's all good. I can handle this. I see some people I recognize from Diagon Alley and some friendly faces.../I] As Kate sat with her new family, she couldn't help but smile to herself. She knew this was going to be a good year.

Black, Emily
'Well, here goes' Emily thought as she walked foward and sat on the stool letting the hat fall over her eyes.
"Well well well what do we have here? Your going to be tricky to sort my dear. Your very courageous yes and intellegent too... not so much loyal though.... you'll do whatever it takes to get what you want, i mean... hmmm you dont hold much store by rules either do you" the hat snorted in her ear and she thought about what the wizard who delivered her acceptance letter had said about that cousin she kept hearing about "Ha well who would have thought you'd be related to Sirius or any of the Blacks considering your a muggleborn. Ah right, Marius Black, the squib, i sorted his brothers and sisters you know, and his father, phineus nigellus... well well well i guess theres really only one place for you with that kind of ambition, we'll all be interested to see how they take a muggle born. Lets see how you do in SLYTHERIN Emily smiled and lept off the stool and repaced the hat on it, before rushing over to join her new house mates to tumultuous applause from their table.

Allison filed up behind transfers and people her age. She was nervous and a bit dizzy after the short nap she had had on the train. She looked over at Arya and Anastasia and jumped in panic when she heard her name.

"Scott, Allison!"

There were murmurs. Not that Allison was an important figure. Not that anyone knew who she was. She had no extraordinary powers, not any more than any other witch her age would have. But one thing she had that no one else did...a last name with a terrible reputation.

Biting her lower lip Allison thought of her mother as she approached the chair. She knew she'd be proud wherever they'd sort her. But her one big desire was to be like her mother and brother. A Hufflepuff. But she couldn't deny that being special and avoiding all the houses her family had been in would be great. Perhaps Gryffindor would take her!

Sitting on the seat Allison felt the Sorting place on her head.

"Well well what have we here?"

Merlin! She had heard stories how the Sorting hat spoke but never imagined to live it herself. "Another Scott. Oh the list has been long. What's this? Loyal, kind...that's a great find. And here it is...wisdom, knowledge, thirst for more. Leadership...intelligence. Well that's the same, what a bore...Level-headed? That's new, quite an odd combination for a Scott I presume."

"Oh Merlin. Oh Merlin." Allison bit her lower lip so hard a small tinge of blood touched her tongue and made her grimace. "Hufflepuff?!" Allison thought to herself and the hat. Arya had just gotten sorted there...

"I'm afraid I can't put you there. No it wouldn't be right. As tradition goes, your lot is wise--however you might be traditions' demise."

"RAVENCLAW!"

Bloody hell. There it was. The one house she didn't want. Sure she was afraid of being in Slytherin, but Ravenclaw WAS the whole Scott lot.

Getting off the chair Allison then heard all of the clapping. She was amazed. The Ravenclaws were clapping their hands together. Whether she liked it or not...she now had a home within the Hogwarts' grounds.

Giving her friends an encouraging smile Allison found her seat at the Ravenclaw table.

Larkspur, Anya

Anya walked up, and with a calm nervousness she sat down and The Sorting Hat was placed upon her head.

"What do i think about?" she pondered.
Recalling the "advice" she had received from her cousin she couldn't help but smirk. He told her to wear the color of whatever house she wanted to get in.
"There is some post hoc ergo propter hoc. That rascal...he always knew how to make me smile..."
"I see that you are intelligent enough to know it is not what is on the outside that determines how i sort..." The Sorting Hat sneered, "RAVENCLAW!"

When he heard his name called for the sorting hat, Sabel let out an internal sigh. He didn't really care where he was sorted in all honesty, though he did wish for someone he could hold a decent conversation with or that wouldn't mind his two left feet. Maybe one of the kids he had met on the train would be in his house and he held onto that thought as he felt the sorting hat settle upon his head. That was of course, until he remembered that Kellen and Chaucer, the cousins from the train, had not been sorted into the same house, and his heart sank a little. They certainly would have made an interesting pair as a team. He vaugely wondered what it would have been like if everyone that he had journeyed with was sorted into the same house; many earplug wars and other nameless entities flying about after quiet hours no doubt.

A small smile touched his lips at the scenarios playing out in his mind's eye when he felt the hat being lifted from his head. Blinking he glanced around, surprised that it was already over. He hadn't heard the hat say a word, but then again, he had been so absorbed with his internal chatter it would have been like a mouse in a room with a subwoofer on full blast.

Slipping off the chair he cleared his thoughts and pulled the one word he had managed to catch within the fog of his thoughts. Gryffindor. Wonderful.

Emily snapped her head up nervously as her name was called up. She walked towards the the stool and kept her eyes on the hat as she felt millions of eyes on her. Sitting down carefully, Emily looked out to the house table and gripped the sides of the stool. The hat fell upon her head and engulfed her whole. Without a second to think of what to say to the hat, the old hat cried out, "HUFFLEPUFF!"

Gwen stood in the Great Hall, along with her fellow first years, awaiting to be sorted. She was a bit frightened by the prospect, unsure of what was to come.

"White, Guenevere!"

Gwen walked up, slightly trembling, yet holding her head high. It would not do well to show her fear now. This moment would had to have come sooner or later.

She sat on the stool, facing the other first years, looks of anxiety on all of their faces. The sorting hat fell onto her head, and the faces disappeared as the brim obscured her eyes.

"Hmmm, devoted, though you are to your family, you still crave adventure and excitement..." the hat seemed to be whispering into her ear... Brave, yet ambitious, loyal, and smart... Opinionated, and strong-willed. Yes...

Gwen knew the moment was to come very shortly. She closed her eyes even though all she could see was the inside of the hat. "Please, not Slytherin..." she thought.

"Yes... I think the right house for you would be... GRYFFINDOR!" The last word was shouted to the rest of the hall, but still heard by Gwen.

Gwen sighed with relief. The sorting hat was whipped off of her head, and she saw the Gryffindor table erupt into cheers. Smiling to her self, she leaped off of the stool, and marched toward the Gryffindor table, very satisfied with herself.

Ginny made entered the Great Hall with all the other first years. There was a huge group at the front. Until her name was finally called "Weasley, Ginevra". Ginny walked up to the stool and the sorting hat. She sat down on the stool and the sorting hat got placed on her head. She looked at the other first years who looked really nervous of where they were going to get put and Ginny felt very confident.

"Oh I see, you have an older brother and sister in Gryffindor", said the hat.

"Please not Slytherin, anything expect Slytherin", she thought to herself.

"Hmm... your very loyal, hardworker, clever and pretty determined with everything, but you are very strong and brave. Your a bit difficult, aren't you", whispered the hat.

Ginny had her fingers crossed and her eyes closed still muttering in her head "Please anything but Slytherin. Ravenclaw will ok. Hufflepuff would suit me better than Ravenclaw. I think Gryffindor will be the best for me".

"Aha... I think it should be GRYFFINDOR", cried the hat.

Ginny was so happy and determined that she made it into Gryffindor. She raced to the Gryffindor table and sat down feeling so excited and she saw her brother and sister. She shook hands with lots of people and waited for the sorting to finish.

Siadow, Mia

Mia stepped up and sat upon the stool. None of them suit me she thought Grrifondor, ravenclaw, hufflpuff or slythrin

She sat there for a moment before the hat began to speak in her mind.

Ambitions and smart, a bright little mind. Brave too and extremely mischievous I think your best suited to

SLYTHRIN

Nella sat on the perch and wore the hat on, the minute the hat touched her head, it shouted: SLYTHERIN

Oh, ho. Sorting... This was the part where, like yano. That FILTHY thing, they wanted to call a hat, had to sit on her head and decide which house, and which PEOPLE she was going to have to spend the rest of her schooling days with. Day in, day out. Still, she hadn't seen Adam about, but she hadn't seen many people get sorted. Having a last name like Bristol, entittled you to be near the front of alphabetical orderness. What a bummer. She looked around the hall a little bit, smiled at a few of the people she had already met and spoken to, and BEEN CIVIL with. So really, anyone she'd spoken to apart from Sarah Winchester. That girl was just plain obnoxious and mean. And Lori didn't like her one bit.

She ran a hand through the light curls in her hair and rolled her eyes once round when her name was called. "Lorelai Bristol?" Yup, that was her. She gave a little wave to the person that was holding the hat, that kind-of said, yeah thats me. And then she gave a little wave to the people of Hogwarts. Her... peers. If you could even call them that. They were too noisy for their own good. Too noisy, too loud, too able to just silence. Because there HAD to be a spell for that right?

Lorelai pushed her way through the line, and took the "walk of.. shameFAME" at her own pace, meaning her heels clipped and clopped and she had a permanent smile on her face as she worked her way through the ANNOYING people.

"The stools dirty. And so is that hat. IS that even.. SANITARY?" She commented/asked/accused as she stood there, her arms settling in a folded position as she looked at the stool again. She had a cloth in her little bag. This would be... okay, RAIGHT?

O__o

Taking a little pink blanket kind of thing, it could have also been noted as a cloth but she was NO cleaner, out of her bag, Lorelai placed it on the stool and looked up expectantly at this hat that was being placed on her head. She could totally pull this look off, she pulled ANYTHING off. She did however squeal a little bit when it started to talk on her.

"My gut instinct is to put you into slytherin."

And why was that?

"Because you're obnoxious, you love yourself, and you could prove great."

Are they the ones with the better hair products? They had better be.

"BUT, it wont serve you well outside of these walls. You need friends,"

I HAVE FRIENDS, THANK YOU VERY MUCH .

"Loyal friends. HUFFLEPUFF"

She hopped off the seat with a sigh, and left her cloth there. Someone else could use that, besides she had plenty more.

Damien shifted from foot to foot. So far he had been mistaken for a first year quite a few times. To his credit he hadn't reacted all that much, yet. But one instance in particular made his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. Someone had asked if he wanted them to find him a step stool to stand on so he could see what was going on... of all the nerve. As politely as he could, he had said that no, he was fine. So now he was back to waiting impatiently for his name to be called.

"Damien Elric."

Well...here goes nothing. he thought, walking up and plonking himself down on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and slipped over one of his eyes. He huffed in annoyence and tapped his foot on the side of the stool. Waiting...and waiting...how long did it take anyways? He wasn't sure where he wanted to be placed, but so far the people he'd met at Diagon Alley were scattered in Slytherin, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw.

"Well I know exactly where to put you." a voice said, making him jump. "RAVENCLAW!"

The hat was taken off his head and he slid off the stool. Ravenclaw? He wasn't expecting that. Oh well. Now who had gone into Ravenclaw that he knew? He scanned the table and found Kellen. He smiled, happy to recognized someone. Making his way over to the table he sat down at an empty seat by the boy. This was going to be an interesting year.

Luna sat down on the stool, and the Sorting Hat was placed upon her head. She waited for the headgear to make his wise decision. Then, she almost shrieked when she heard a soft little voice whispering in her ear: "Hmmm, difficult. Very difficult. You are kind, loyal and brave. I can see a hint of wisdom... And you're cunning too, I see. So it will be Ravenclaw, Gryffindor or Slytherin for you..." Oh no. Not Slytherin. Please. She grabbed the edge of the stool and closed her eyes very tightly. "Aha. I see. Good at making decisions... Well, let's put you in GRYFFINDOR!" That last word echoed through the Hall and Luna was extremely relieved on making her favorite House. She jumped off the stool in excitement and ran towards the table with her new classmates.

"Black, Sapphyre!"

A dull murmur travelled throughout the crowd, and Sapphyre gulped as she went to the stool, getting the Sorting Hat placed over her rather small head. It flopped over her eyes and smelled a good bit, and she wrinkled her nose, hoping this would be over with quickly. She just wanted to get into Slytherin... Otherwise, her parents would gut her.

"Another Black," the hat said in a voice that was as ragged as its appearance. "My my, where to put you? A decent mind; you'd fit into Ravenclaw well. But bravery... you have a bit. And you're loyal... to those you care for. Hmm. But willing to do anything for what you want. A determined mind, you have. Cunning, too. Yes, I can see those comments you've made to your nanny. Don't think I won't consider them. Well, I suppose that settles it. Better be..." Sapphyre paused, gulping nervously as the Sorting Hat paused in its deliberation. "SLYTHERIN!"

With a sigh of relief, Sapphyre thanked the hat - she wasn't sure why, exactly, but she also apologized to inanimate objects she ran into, so it wasn't really something that concerned her - and, having it removed from her head, bolted to sit at the Slytherin House Table. Thank Merlin...