"Coldwater,Bradley."
Brad froze.He couldn't move.
"Coldwater,Bradley?"Came his name.
"He's right here."yelled a teacher.
An arm guided him up to the stool and sat him down.
"A very brilliant boy you are,your parents would be proud to see you in Ravenclaw."
Brad couldn't protest,he was still frozen.He just let the Sorting Hat do it's job.
"You aren't very patient,or loyal.Hufflepuff may not be the best house for you."
His mom was a Hufflepuff.He took that in.
"You could be great,So you might fit in Slytherin."
His dad was a Slytherin.
"But you are very brave.Extremely brave.You know what's right,and how to stand up for it,yes."
Brad just waited,still in shock.
"I've made my decision.GRYFFINDOR!"the hat yelled.
There was applause.And cheering from the Gryffindors.Brad still couldn't move.
The same arm guided him over to the Gryffindor table and sat him down.

"Greenwell, Vashti."

Vashti took a long, deep breath as soon as her name was called. Biting her nails, she slowly walked over to the stool and sat down as the Sorting Hat was placed on her head.

"Ah, a Muggle-born. Slytherin may not be best for you, though you do seem very determined."

As the Sorting Hat spoke, Vashti tried to remain calm and remember what house her friends from the train were in. Had it been Slytherin? She didn't think so.

"Fairly brave, too, though you are fearful. Hm, perhaps not Gryffindor."

Had they been in Gryffindor? It sounded right, but she didn't think it was that one either.

"A brilliant mind, however. Ready to learn. Ravenclaw might be best."

Were they in Ravenclaw? That didn't seem right either, but she found that from the Sorting Hat's song she rather liked the sound of Ravenclaw.

"You're also very loyal, too, and kind. Hufflepuff could also be good for you."

Hufflepuff! Yes, that sounded right! Most of her friends had been sorted into Hufflepuff, hadn't they? Oh please, give me Hufflepuff! Please!

The Sorting Hat was silent, apparently considering her options. Finally, it said, "Ah, yes, I know which one is best for you. RAVENCLAW!"

Vashti sighed as a smile crossed her face, though she wasn't sure whether to be happy or upset. Well, I guess I'll give it a shot! She hopped off the stool and headed towards the Ravenclaw table.

The moment Lavi walked in to the Great Hall, his eyes widedend with amazement. Four tables were lined up next to each other and between two tables was a path towards the Headtable. Lavi looked from left to right, up and down to see all the magnificent details. Everything was perfect! From the candles hanging ghostly in the air to the Enchanted Ceiling that showed a dark sky. Shuffling with the other students, most of them first years, making him feel a little ridiculous, Lavi halted near the Headtable and looked at an old hat on a chair.

He watched as people got sorted in to their rightful Houses and as every minute passed he grew more curious. When his name was being called he looked up in shock. This was it..the moment of truth!. Lavi shuffled silently towards the chair and sat down and waited as the old Hat sat on his head and fell over his eyes.

Darkness was all he saw, just the inside of the Hat. But there was a voice near his ears, a voice that seemed to be reading his mind. "So, a transfer student huh? I have never Sorted a Saitoh before! Well this should be fun, eh?" the voice said. Lavi had the stupid thought of saying "uhuh" but held his mouth shut. "Let's see, let's see" said the voice slowly as though scanning his mind like an dictionary. "I see kindness in your heart yet a mischievious side too. There is a will to prove yourself and loyalty is very important to you.... You would do very good in Hufflepuff but that is not the House rightful for you." the Hat said. "There is also great ambition in your mind...oh yes i know about you and your father, it's all in your mind" Lavi shivered a bit, the thought that a Hat knew what kind of relationship he had with his father was just.....ridiculous! "hmm i see resourcefullness, cunning , curiousity and a desire for money ..yes i know what house you would be in...." Lavi knew that this was it, the Hat was going to shout his House that would be his family for ever. He held the rim of the head tightly in his hands, curious..very curious what House he would be in. "....SLYTHERIN! "

It took him a few moments to realise the Hat had gone silent again and all he heard was the ringing silence in his mind before the outburst on the Slytherin table. The Great Hall was visible again and Lavi jumped off the chair and walked towards the table that shouted the loudest. Not surpressing a grin.

For some reason the sorting ceremony was the part that Aaron had been most looking forward to. Of course Alex was rooting that he be a Gryffindor, because then he wouldn't be the only 'Brave Rose', so to speak. Naturally Amelia though said Hufflepuff; but she was probably the biggest Hufflepuff in the family.

He, was hoping for Slytherin though. Power and fame; path to greatness. It was the clear fit, so he thought.

The sugar from the train coupled with the adrenaline rush had him bouncing excitedly on the line of first years and transfers. It didn't even phase him how filthy and old that hat was; Aaron just wanted to sit on the stool. HE WANTED TO BE SORTED AND NOW! But unfortunately, being a Rose, his last name was towards the end. Couldn't they for once do the sorting by FIRST NAME alphabetically; because then he'd be sure to be first. Unfortunately, no, not the case.

Unable to stand still, the minutes past as there seemed to be some Slytherins called ... a couple Ravenclaws ... a couple Hufflepuffs... and even fewer Gryffindors ... and then,

"Rose, Aaron"

In barely a second, Aaron was seated on the stool, the hat - though huge - fell down to the brim of his nose. That was when the voices started;

Good heart, courage, power... willing to stand up and be first to react... you'd make a solid Gryffindor

Raising a brow, though the crowds couldn't see it cause it was hidden by the hat, I would?

But on second thought, a testy mind... smart ... full of opportunities ...

I like the sound of this the young eleven year old started to beam, which grew wider a bit at the next;

Fight for dreams... Ambitious, Power, Greatness. Slytherin will help you on this path

Yes, it would

Though much loyalty here too... You'd be great and loyal at best, to those you care about. True and kind, ultimate innocence. Loyal and proud, yes, I think ... though decision is tough, for your mind is young, I am never wrong, and so...


"Hufflepuff!!"

Pulling the hat off his head, and staring at the new lightness in the room (it was dark under the hat), Aaron looked around. What?! That was it?! WEIRD!! Shaking off the starry feelings and the conversations the hat seemed to have with only him, the newest Hufflepuff skipped off towards the house of gold and black.

This is stupid. That was the first, and only thought, that ran through Adam's head as he joined the line at the front of the Great Hall. Looking around him, Adam fought not to catch the eye of anyone. Although there were a few older students in the line, Adam was in the minority. And that plus his height made him stick out among all the younger students like a sore thumb. He prayed that his name would be called quickly, so he could get away from all this embarrassment.

"Stemp, Adam."

He heard a voice call. And pushing through the crowd slightly, Adam reached the stool where the hat was sitting. Sitting down was awkward. At least, he guessed it would've been. The stool was made for young eleven year olds, and even picturing himself on it Adam could see the legs in all directions and even him falling off. And that wasn't something he was particularly wanted the whole school to see.

Picking up the hat, he wasn't realy that bothered by the fact that the hat was old and dirty -- no, he could always wash his hair. -- but it was still shoved onto his head rather gingerly.

Mr Stemp, I see. Starting your time here a little late, aren't you?
Sixth y- oh wait, fifth? That doesn't seem right, but never mind.
Slytherin... Slytherin. You have the passion. The ambition and greatness.

Adam smiled. Slytherin it is, th-

Yet you are loyal. True to no only yourself, but others too.
A little big-headed, but still. Hufflepuff would be fitting.

Although he didn't mind, Adam cocked his head to the side. Hufflepuff just didn't seem fitting. About to speak mentallly to the hat, Adam was interupted.

Yet you are incrediblly brave.
You would stand up for those close to you, and you are full of courage. Possibly Gryffindor.

Nodding, Adam saw that as fitting, it was true. But something nagged at the back of his brain. The hat had mentioned every house... except one.

Hmmm. However... you have a sharp mind. Although you're not too clever, I see wits.

"RAVENCLAW!"

The last part was announced out loud, not just a murmur in Adams head. Taking the hat off, Adam stared around in a little bit of a daze. Taking a moment to get used to the light, and the fact he was now a Ravenclaw, Adam dropped the hat back onto the stool and slunk away to the Ravenclaw table.

Esmerelda wrung her hands nervously.
"Losey, Esmerelda."
Esmerelda trembled from head to foot then walked up to the sorting hat and put it on her head. The hat slid over her eyes so she could only see the inside of it.
"This may be a tough one." said a voice in her ear
"You are very brave, but your mind seems sharp."
Esmerelda gripped the stool she sat on. Gryffindor or Ravenclaw? she thought
"You're also ambitious, and you're heart looks pure and kind."
Which house am I going in?
"HUFFLEPUFF!"
Esmerelda smiled, took the hat off her head, and ran over to the Hufflepuff table.

Lurin, Avada!

Avada sat on the stool as the sorting hat was placed on his head. He heard a voice whisper in his ear. "A pureblood. That's rare these days. And evil. I haven't seen this much darkness in one student since... well a long time ago. I have no doubt where you should go...SLYTHERIN!!!" The hat was taken off his head and Avada walked silently to the table with the other Slytherins.

Elisabeta gulped as her name was called out, she walked up to the stool and put the hat on and heard "Very cunning and plenty of talent and finesse, Slytherin would be the best place for you" Elisabeta thought "Anywhere but Slytherin please" The voice inside said "Slytherin is the best place, Ravenclaw could suit as you have a good mind, Gryffindor is the best for bravery, Hufflepuff best for caring and loyal people" Elisabeta willed the hat to hurry up and thought "Whatever house is fine with me" The hat then called out "Slytherin" Elisabeta sighed and thought why could the hat see that i have cunning is there something that is going to happen that could change Elisabeta's destiny would she have a run in with one of her old Drumstrang friends, Elisabeta sat down at the Slytherin table trying to work out what would happen

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Chelsea walked up to the hat,uneasily and it was placed on her head.

"Stubborn Girl I see, brave,but has a bit of a sneakiness to her?strange,you could be a Slytheirin."

She whimpered to herslef,at the sound of slytherin.
"not Slytheirin eh?"

"I would be killed,"she thought,

"well if you sure,GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!

"Jacklyn Caroline Silver"
JC steps up and as soon as it touches her head it says "SLYTHERIN"

Samantha steps up to the stool. Before the hat even reaches her head, the Sorting hat bellows "Hufflepuff!"

"Bandee, Helena."

Helena blinked as she stepped forward to put on the Sorting Hat. She chewed her lip, trying to decide which house she wanted to be in. She didn't really have a preference, although judging from the song it had just finished singing, she rather thought she would be a shoo-in for either Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

Suddenly she heard a whisper inside her mind, which brought her up ramrod straight.

Ah...I see, I see... WHAT did it see? She wondered desperately. I see unwavering loyalty and truthfulness in you...I also see a thirst for knowledge unlike many I've encountered in a very long time, and an impatience almost incongruous with your friendliness. But where to put you? Where, where, where?

Helena's lip was chewed to the point of masceration, and she quickly clenched her teeth as she tasted blood on her tongue. There was no point in self-flagellation, she'd get her answer soon enough.

After waiting on tenterhooks for what seemed like years, but was really only about thirty seconds, the Sorting Hat finally shouted, "Ravenclaw!" Helena grinned, feeling that the Hat chose correctly and, handing the Hat to the professor, she skipped off to sit with her fellow Ravenclaws, who were cheering very loudly at the prospect of another Ravenclaw.

Annabelle walked beside Kendra, fear overcoming her. Oh jeez...why did it seem like everyone was staring at her? The woman with the hat in her hand began calling up students one by one, in alphabetical order. Kendra went way before Annabelle, with her last name starting with an F. She didn't seem at all nervous, only excited. Annabelle remembered that Kendra had been hoping that she'd be put in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor. After a few moments pause, the hat called out, "RAVENCLAW!" Kendra's face fell slightly, but then sprang back up again as the whole of Ravenclaw table began clapping for her loudly. Annabelle took a deep breath then let it out; now she'll just hope to be in Ravenclaw with Kendra or just not be so shy. But, how could she not be shy? She was fresh meat here! Soon enough, the woman called, "Riley, Annabelle." She sucked in a breath, stepping up to the hat. Once it was on her head, did it begin to talk, but only she could hear what it was saying. "Hmmm pecular, pecular, you are. You're a brave one at heart, you are, but the cleverness you have is hard to ignore. Better be...RAVENCLAW!" The last word was the only word the whole school heard. Annabelle smiled broadly, running down to the clapping Ravenclaw table to sit beside Kendra. Her dad would be so proud, she thought; he had been in Ravenclaw.

It was finally Lucia's turn to be sorted. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and nervously walked up and started to put on the sorting hat. When it just touched her head she heard a whisper of "What do we have here?" As she got it 1/4 way on it shouted "SLYTHERIN." Lucia then set down the hat for the next student to be sorted and happily walked over to the Slytherin table.

"Lockwood, Samuel!"

"It's now or never," thought Sam, as he shook nervously. The short walk up to the Sorting Hat's stool felt like half a mile but he had made it. Sam picked up the Sorting Hat and placed it upon his head where it fell all the way down to his nose. Peering into the darkness that was the inside of the Sorting Hat, Sam was startled, as he'd just heard a rogue voice he hadn't expected.

"My, my. A Lockwood. It's been nearly 30 years since I sorted one of you. Let's see.... I see intelligence, loyalty, some bravery, and a fondness for justice. I'm thinking HUFFLEPUFF!

Roxanna stood in the Great Hall nervously with the other first years. Everyone seemed to know in what house they wanted to end up whereas she had absolutley no idea. Something which she blamed her father for because he hadn't told her anything about Hogwarts or the houses even though he had been a student here ages ago. Fidgeting and wincing for no apparent reasons the little blond couldn't wait for this sorting ritual to be over. Roxanna dreaded that the hat wouldn't be able to place her even though older students had assured her that the hat never failed. The line of first years thinned out as students where sorted into Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Gryffindor left and right. And then it became her turn "De Rivera, Roxanna!"

Shaking like a leaf of fears, nervousness and anticipation Roxanna walked up and sat down on the stool. The huge hat landed on her head with a slight puffing sound as it fell down over her eyes. And a voice started muttering. "Ah, a De Rivera child. I remember your father. He was a bit of ladies man in his time, all though quite the academic and flier." What?? My father a good flier, a ladies man and someone known for his academic achievements.. Why hadn't her father told her about that?

"In you I see loyalty, intelligence and savvyness. Along with the will to make a lot of friends.. You'd do well in Hufflepuff."

"Your intelligence and thirst for knowlege would also make you fit in well with the studious eagls.. But not that not right either. Slytherin is totally out of the question. A cutie like you would be eaten alive in there...Now i know."

"Why didn't I see it straight away. The good heart, courage, will to stand up for both yourself and others..There is no hesitation where you should end up at all. I'm getting a bit old for this.."

"GRYFFINDOR!!"

Her new house was finally called and she could pull off the hat. Happy and relieved Roxanna moved down to the red and gold lion table to her new housemates.

Avery was very very nervous...she wasn't sure that she would be allowed to go anywhere. What if she got up there and the hat and the hat said she really wasn't a witch after all. While she was amongst her own thoughts her name was called.

"Donner, Avery"

And she froze right in her spot. The person behind her had to give her a little shove to make her feet move. Avery slowly walked up to the stool and sat down. The hat was placed upon her head and it began to talk to her.

"Aww...loyal, very loyal, but not a bad mind either" The had took only another few seconds before it shouted "HUFFLEPUFF!" Avery was relived that the hat had made a decision. The Hufflepuff house table was clapping for her, and she noticed a few of her friends that she had made on the train waiting for her. She took off the hat and ran to join her house for the next 7 years.

Rue Everdeen sat on a very small bench, and an old hat was placed onto her head. She took a deep breath and hoped for the best, hoped to be placed in Gryffindor. Immediately she heard a voice in her head, wondering at first if it was her own, or someone else’s. It was the hats, of course. It went through her thoughts, almost as if she could feel it pushing around to see, if she was brave, if she was smart. She heard a voice outside her head then, yelling fairly loud, actually. But then she realized it was yelling the words, “Gryffindor! Gryffindor!” And she immediately ran to the House table without any hesitation.

Sabrina was filled with exitement when she heard a teaher yell her name, "Volann, Sabrina." She ran up and sat down on the legendary stool. As the hat was placed on her head, she wonered what house she would make... "Oh! I hope it's Slytheryn! Or Gryffindor! or Ravenclaw! I just hope I don't get in Hufflepuff..." The hat apparnetly read her thoughts, because right away it said, "Not Hufflepuff? Really? I think you should be in Hufflepuff! You have all the right reasons to be there!" And before she could object, the hat shouted aloud, "Hufflepuff!" Sabrina put on a fake smile and sulked to the Hufflepuff table, wondering what she just got into. "Oh, I hope this is a good and exiting seven years!" she thought. Then she sat down to enjoy the feast.

"Johansson Katherine"

Katherine walked up to the chair and sat upon it. She was nervous, he father had been a Slytherin whilst her mother a Hufflepuff and her Godfather a Gryffindor. Still she felt the pressure.
"umm...brave..very brave and loyal but not rash!...no, no...you dear like to think things through. You're resourceful I see like your father before you....
I'm not like him! Katherine thought sawllowing she was nervous alright very nervous. Until she heard a voice shout 'RAVENCLAW!"

Malfoy, Emily

Emily walked up nervously to the hat. She sat down and it was placed on her head.
"Oh, well, well, well, here you are, a Malfoy. It's been a while. Your father was the last I've seen. I can see everything, in your head. You know your grandfather, and you most definitely not like he was.... let's see."

Emily looked out at the great hall. Arya and Allison had both already been sorted. Arya was a hufflepuff ,Allison was a Ravenclaw, and Katherine was a Ravenclaw. So, either of those houses would make her happy.

"Lets see.... HUFFLEPUFF!"

Emily happily removed the hat from her head and jumped off the stool. As she walked over to the hufflepuff table she heard them clapping. As she sat down next to Arya she smiled, this was going to be a fun and exciting year.

"Angevine, Thana."
'What? Oh, that's me.'
Thana walked slowly up the steps to the raggedy old hat, still slightly unsure of what she was doing. Placing it on her head, she almost jumped to hear a voice say.
'Hmmm, another smart one. But you seem to be brave, too, and loyal. Where to put, Where to put? I suppose I must say...' "RAVENCLAW!"
Thana heard the hat shout the word out to the whole hall, and walked over to the Ravenclaw table above the applause.

Black, Sheratana

Sherri swallowed hard. She looked around at the students as they did likewise, corresponding for whoever this next Black was. She mimicked the other students, and stepped foward up to the Sorting Hat. It looked much more moth-ridden and dirty up close than she suspected, and was a little weary to have it on her head. She finally came up to it and sat on the stool to have herself sorted.

She suspected Slytherin. Every Black before her was a Slytherin. It presented itself inevidably. A shadow cast over her eyes as the hat sat itself upon her head. Quietly, it seemed, it whispered into Sherri's ear or in her head.

Ahh, several Blacks before you, and yet, only a rare few have made it out of their signature house.

"Slytherin," Sherri whispered, barely audible.

Yes, and from the likeness, your knowledge is greater than cunningness and ambitious pride. Ah, yes, a pureblood, I see. Hmmm... Very well.

There was a suspenseful silence. It seemed like ages before the hat finally shouted:

RAVENCLAW!

Sherri hopped down from the stool with a smile, proudly shown on her face. She, hurriedly, advanced to the Ravenclaw house table.

"RIDDLE, JENNIFER!"
Jenny silently walked to the hat. It won't hurt..it can't..it shouldn't...why do I think a hat..that talks..can hurt me? She thought, freezing mid-way. "Speaking that you are a very brave young lady, I would prefer Gryffindor, but you're oh-so-clever. I'm complimenting you, Jennifer." The hat said. How does it know my name? She thought, rather scared. "Easy, Riddle. I read minds. I'm a hat. Anyway, but Ravenclaw would never suit you. Slytherin? No..you're far too sensitive and well..HUFFLEPUFF!" Jenny walked away, loving Hufflepuff.

"MURAKAMI, NYX!"

Nyx got up as her name was called, nervously making her way up to the Sorting Hat. She placed it on her head as the other students had done, and jumped as a voice spoke in her head.

"Aha, Murakami eh? I remember when your father sat on this very stool for the same purpose....now let's see.....excellent mind, slightly courageous....you're a smart one though, aren't you? Always got your nose buried in books...well then, how about RAVENCLAW!"

The Sorting Hat shouted the last word to the entire Hall, and Nyx removed the Hat, placing it back on the stool before scurrying off to join the other Ravenclaws.