Nate was up for the sorting hat. When he sat on the stool the hat was situated upon his head. The hat was saying "Ah yes another Jones. But where should I put you. Should I put you with ravenclaw like the rest of you'r family, or should I put you in a different house. I see that you are a good finder, yet you are wise like you're sister. Ah you like herbology I see. You have te bravery like your father, the wisdom like your sister, and dareing like your mother. I have spoken and here you shall be

.......a Hufflepuff.


He looked at the hufflepuff house table in shock. Then he looked over at the ravenclaw table. He thought maybe it won't be so bad. I actually like being different from the rest of my family. Then again everyone but his sister and cousins were dead. Oh well hufflepuff just gained another great student.

Micheal waits for his turn impatiently. He has over heard others talk about Hogwarts, but now it is his time to experience it first hand for himself. He allows his mind to wonder back the day he received his letter by owl. Although his mother is a muggle, his father is a wizard, and was more excited then he was. "What ever you do, make sure you enjoy yourself" he could still hear his father's voice say before he boarded the train at King's cross station. "and stay out of trouble!!!" he remembers his mother's plea. A smile forms on his face as he remembers the scene. He was known to be a little mischievous, but always out of fun.
His name is called, he slowly approaches the center of the room and jumps a little as he feels the hat come alive atop his head.
AAhhhhhh, you have a thirst for adventure, and a good heart. You have potential to be a good wizard, and you can prove yourself in...
Gryffindor!!!!!!!
A roar of cheers fills the room as Micheal goes to the gryffindor table, and is greeted by his new house mates.

Gwen fidgets with her new robes, trying to steady her breathing.
"Why, why do all these people have to stare like this?!" she thought, looking out at the four house tables.
She was sort of hoping to be put in Gryffindor, like her father. But before she had time to think anymore, her name was called and she sat on to the stool, feeling her insides were a massive hurricane.
As the Sorting Hat was put on top of her head, it slid down over her eyes, but she didn't dare push it up. Suddenly she heard it speaking.
Hmmm... a Hallows. I see you have your father's great heart, together with a most confident and impulsive nature. Most probably your uncle's...but Slytherin most certainly isn't for you...better be...

HUFFLEPUFF!!!

Gwen sighed in relief. It wasn't Gryffindor, but she was sure her parents would be pleased. The Hufflepuff table cheered as she joined them, still trembling slightly of excitement.

When Angela's name was called to be sorted, she walked up as confidently as she could (pretty much meaning she had just barely stopped herself from shaking all over) and sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat said something about her family, how she'd been wrong about her destiny after all, she was right for this house, but the exact details she would not remember; it was all a blur, what with all the excitement and stress going on.

"Ravenclaw!" the hat shouted aloud, and Angie jumped suddenly. She'd been in a daze from the insane amount of people, who were now most likely laughing at her. Getting up, blushing hugely, the first year made her way to the Ravenclaw House Table.

Claire walked up to the stool and waited as the hat was placed one her head. Normally she would've been nervous about the current situation but at the moment she felt nothing but excitement.

'Hello?' she thought in her head. 'I thought this hat was supposed to talk... and sort me and stuff...'

Of course, only a few seconds after she'd thought the words the hat screamed out "SLYTHERIN

'Hmmm... thought Claire as she joined the table that was cheering for their newest member, 'I knew provoking it would work...'

As he slowly starved to death, Conrad watched his fellow first years don the mythical Sorting Hat one by one. One up, one down... one up, one down, Conrad thought to himself. His name was in the middle of the alphabet and he was glad when it was finally called.

Walking up to the stool, he placed the sorting hat atop his head and hoped for Slytherin.

"Hm..." he heard the Hat say. "Ambitious but calculating, sharp as a razor's edge, somewhat manipulative. You've also got a dash of compassion, though- hm, one of these things does not belong..."

Please put me in Slytherin, Conrad thought vigorously.

"Slytherin, eh?" mused the hat. "You're certainly arrogant enough. Very strong moral compass, too... but I wonder, to which values does it point...? Well, we'll see what you make of yourself..."

Conrad held his breath.

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat screamed, its proclamation echoing across the cavernous Great Hall.

Yes! Conrad thought to himself as he beelined towards the Slytherin table, a little more bounce in his stride than usual.

Melanie stood in line waiting for her name to be called. It was both a gift and a curse having a first name near the beginning of the alphabet. She wasn't sure which category being sorted soon fell into. Trying to guess at the spellings of the names that were being called, Melanie figured it was getting close to her turn. She squinted her eyes, as if they would suddenly emit x-rays and she could see through the reel of parchment to see where her name fell.

"Baudin, Melanie" an authoritative voice announced.

Melanie's insides swooped, banging off her ribs as a thousand butterflies suddenly took flight. Her palpitating heart seemed to be beating against the lump in her throat, the rhythm gradually quickening as she approached the stool.

For a sentient, magic hat, it didn't look terribly remarkably. Noting it's frayed edges and worn patches, Melanie placed it delicately on her head.

'I hope this thing doesn't have lice,' she thought anxiously, feeling itchy at the thought.

"I don't" said a voice...inside her head?

Melanie started, her eyes swerving left, then right, and finally up. She heard a small snicker.

"I'm quite remarkable after all, hmm?" the voice continued, haughty and offended.

Melanie blushed and thought -because this seemed like the only reasonable way to communicate with a voice in your head- 'Sorry'.

"No matter, I've heard worse," and Melanie felt relieved that the voice was no longer sharp. "Now, let's get down to business," it continued matter-of-factly. "Smart, very smart...yes, and a great thirst for knowledge. Admirable, admirable. Compassionate, loyal...but- Hmm, interesting, most interesting..."

Melanie wondered what was so terribly interesting, and apparently the hat could hear everything she was thinking because it quickly responded.

"Nothing, dear. Just taking note of your dark side. Everyone has one. Hmm...calculating, cunning...bold, yes, very zealous indeed... Ravenclaw would make a good fit, although perhaps you take more after your-"

'No' Melanie thought sternly, feeling the butterflies turn to flames, licking the sides of her chest in swelling anger. 'I'm nothing like him,' she snapped for added emphasis.

The hat tutted at her. Was she seriously being patronized by a hat!? "Whatever you say, dear. But it would be a very good fit for you, you know," the hat coerced. "Are you sure you don't want to be in-"

Melanie gripped the edges of the stool. 'Ravenclaw' she thought, the word broken up into three angry, distinct syllables.

The hat sighed audibly. "Stubborn, too. Just like your- ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT", it said with a defeated tone as her jaw clenched.

"It'll just have to be...
RAVENCLAW"

Melanie heard the last word louder than the others, and noticed the table decked in blue begin to cheer. She stood up, ripping the hat off her head and slamming it down on the stool less-than-delicately. As she made her way over to the table, she was wondering if the snicker she'd heard as she removed the rag was just her imagination...

When Cody heard her name ring through the Hall, she took a deep breath and held her head high. She was pretty positive of where she would be but she didn't want to jinx it. She took a slow turn to sit on the stool and looked out at the crowd before her. She could feel her body tingling with nerves, but she tensed up at the sound of the Sorting Hat's voice in her head.

It felt like forever and yet no time at all when the Hat shouted SLYTHERIN!

Relieved, Cody stood up and smugly walked to her new official seat among the other Slytherins. She smiled happily and watched the rest of her year get Sorted.

Arina was snapped into reality as he name was called. She looked up, to find the hat sitting on a stool, the whole crowd waiting for her to go up and find he house. She slowly walked up the stairs, looking around at all of the eyes watching her.

She sits on the stool, very aware of the eyes still watching her. She wonders what will happen if the hat cannot find a place for her-- if this was all a mistake and she really did not get her father's powers at all. Maybe she should have just stayed home with her mother. Who needs magic, anyway? She's lasted this long without it, anyway, except for a bits she did by accident.

Almost as soon as the hat sits on Arina's head, she hears a voice. "Extremely loyal, I see. Quite intelligent. And morality as I've rarely seen. It seems you are clearly a:

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

I sigh and try to relax as I stand up to join the Hufflepuff table. That was pretty easy, actually. But now some the hard part: meeting people and trying to make friends. Though from what it sounds like, that shouldn't be too difficult in this house. It's supposedly full of people that take friendship seriously. And that's certainly a good place to start.