There were a lot of people milling about but a Professor whose name he did not knw stood there with a scroll of names. "ADARIAN HUNTER!" His name was yelled over the noise. He fiddled with his robes and walked up to sit on the stool. The old frumpy hat was placed in his head.

"Not from here are you?" It asked anid he nodded causing the hat to shake. "A pureblood who has a lot of qualities for two Houses. Hmmm..." yhe hat was still in its contemplaiting. Adarian waited anxiously. Then the hat moved "SLYTHERIN!" Around of applause went up and Adarian jumped off the stool and settled the hat back on it before going toward his new House's table.

Nigel was in a big group of people who were going through the same thing thing as him. Nigel was thinking to much and then hears his name yelled "NIGEL BARRINGTON".he walks up quietly to the stool, not wanting to trip and make a fool of himself. The hat was then placed on his head.
The hat then started talking inside Nigel's head contemplating what house to put him in. Suddenly the hat moved and shouted "RAVENCLAW". Nigel quickly got off the stool an walked over the Ravenclaw table trying not to trip while people are giving him a round of applause

Most people might be a little embarrassed to be hanging around the first years waiting to be sorted, but Anna was practically bursting with excitement and she really couldn't care less. She was at Hogwarts! It was such a bitter idea to her for such a long time, but now that she was in the castle she was sure it wouldn't be too bad. Yes, it wasn't as fancy as Beauxbatons. But it wasn't something she couldn't get used to.

She waited, trying to be patient, until her name was called. On her way up to the stool she stumbled, her face flushing brightly. Thankfully the hat covered a good part of her face anyway, so she was sure that people wouldn't be able to see how red her face was.

Now, she had read about this. She knew the hat had a tendency to talk. But it still made her jump when it spoke in her head. "Interesting," was all it said. Anna didn't want to know if it was a good interesting or a bad interesting. What if the hat thought she was weird? What if the house thought she was too weird for Hogwarts?!

Resisting the urge to just jump off the stool and demand to go back home, Anna sat completely still, waiting. Waiting, waiting, waiting. It seemed like forever, when in reality it wasn't even a few minutes. But finally, finally, the sorting hat announced Anna's house and Anna hopped off the stool, stumbling once again.

Ravenclaw!

Ugh.

Uuugggghhhh.

That was seriously becoming his favorite word now. But for good reason, really. Hogwarts was overrated. It was full of smelly, squeaky children that... that just... Whatever. He just didn't like it, okay?

But anyway. It was his turn to be sorted among all the very small first years. Seriously, they were like, three feet shorter than him. Milton took long strides up to the stool and took a seat, eyeing every person in the sea of faces as if it was their fault that he was there in that castle.

Milton didn't know anything about the sorting hat, so he was rather surprised when it started talking to him. BUT. He kept his cool. As usual.

Ah, a Shacklebolt. Very interesting. Interesting indeed... Many qualities of a Slytherin. You would do well there... But you will do better in...

Milton waited... Better in what? Hello?

"RAVENCLAW!"

Zoey could not believe that she was here already. The train ride sure seem to go by quick and she is here standing in front of all these student waiting to be sorted.

As she nervously stood there waiting for her name to be called she wondered what house she would be sorted in. Everyone on her mothers side was in Gryffindor and everyone who came to Hagwarts on her fathers side was in Slytherin. She was sure she would be in one of these two house but which, she was hoping it would be Slytherin she likes green.

Finally the professor called out "ZOEY BLACKBOURNE" and she stepped up to the stool sat down and put on the hat which dropped over her eyes. All she could see now is the in side of the hat and hears a small voice in her ear.

"Curious...curious, difficult, very difficult. I see plenty of courage, ambitious, that is interesting, very interesting... hmm, where should I put you?"

Zoey thought really hard Slytherin, I want Slytherin.

"Slytherin? Are you sure" said the small voice. "Well if you are sure, SLYTHERIN!"

After the hat announced her house Zoey took off the hat, hopped off the stool and made her way to the Slytherin table.

When West's name was called out, he went on up there eagerly, even shooting big smiles and waving to the students at their tables. SOON HE WOULD BE ONE OF THEM!

He sat on the stool and greeted the hat.

"'Sup, hat."

Err, 'sup' young man. Ah! An Odessa! I remember your father, he was an ideal Slytherin, noble and clever, and excellent at taking advantage of any opportunity that came along.

"He still is all them things, Mr hat." West responded cheerfully.

And your sister, The hat apparently was ignoring him, more impressed with its memory, A rather ideal Ravenclaw. Though a quiet one to be sure.

"Aspen is the coolest sister ever!"

... ah yes. Quite. But you, young West Odessa, you aren't Ravenclaw material are you? And a little too self-serving to be a Gryffindor, unless you like the idea of joining the Lion's pride?

"Not really." West shruuuuugged. They were a bit... well. Gryffindor, right?

He swung his feet idly as he waited. Gee the hat was sure taking a long time wasn't it? He was getting bored and started making faces at the students out there at the tables.

Perhaps a Hufflepuff. You would make an excellent Hufflepuff, young West.

"What is that supposed to mean?" West asked the hat suspiciously, going cross eyed as he looked up at the thing.

Oh nothing, nothing.

The minutes ticked by, and the hat made the occasional thoughtful HMMMMM.

West, for his part, turned slightly on the stool and hollered out to the staff table, "Hey Mister Headmaster? Your hat is broken. Its dumb and you should really get a new one!"

five minutes.

West Odessa was officially a hat stall.

Just before the six minute mark the hat shook itself slightly and called out, "SLYTHERIN!!!"

West simply rolled his eyes, hopped off the stool and bounded over to the Slytherin table. YAY HE WAS A SLYTHERIN LIKE HIS DAD!!!

Her name rang in her ears and she shuffled forward.
Ailsa sat down and felt the hat (which seemed very heavy) slide onto her head.

Ailsa Elves... I know your Father. He was just as ambitious as you seem to be. You seem to lack grace though... your head is swimming with thoughts. All sorts of knowledge... Ravenclaw would fit but then... you are...

SLYTHERIN!

Ailsa gave a relieved chuckle as she hopped down and made her way to the Slytherin table. It was true, she was full of knowledge, but she used that knowledge to get her way. She was an ambitious girl and full of talents.

Kaiden was standing with the group of first years feeling pretty confident. In last couple of days at his grandfather's house had been spent with his new school books. And although he normally didn't read, these were magic books, so he flipped through a few of them. He had learned about the different houses at Hogwarts, and he knew which one he would be placed in. there was no doubt about that. Sure, the magical boats and even the magic in the great hall had him a little rattled, but being on the lake had been awesome, and so was the castle. But the sorting? that was in the bag.

It did take forever for is name to be called though, seeing as they were going in alphabetical order by last name. The "Y"s were a long way down the list. But finally, he heard "Yarborough, Kaiden." he walked purposely up to the stool, and put the big frumpy hat on his head. Suddenly, he heard the hat talking in his year. "Ah, confidence. I see so much confidence in you. And so much potential to be a strong leader. Also, Cunning and the knowledge to get out of trouble." "Well yeah," thought Kaiden. "Its because a Slytherin" "So it would seem, so it would seem. said the hat in his ear. "But" it added. "I see words which you claim, but do not act. 'trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient,' Kaiden tensed. "But those aren't me." he thought angrily. The hat chuckled, it actually chuckled. "And I know where you belong." it said to him before he hear it yell. "Hufflepuff is where you will find your place!"
"No, no I won't" Kaiden said aloud this time. But the hat remained quiet. He sat there a minute longer, waiting for the hat to change its mind, before throwing the hat to the ground and angrily storming off to the Hufflepuff table.

Amelia was nervous when she heard her name being called. She climbed up the stairs to the stool sat down, knees wobbling. All her excitement and joy from earlier had turned to pure terror in a moment.

This raggidy little hat that looked like it was about to fall apart and had many tears in it - well, it was going to sign her fate. She hope for the house she wanted, Slytherin but when she didn't hear the name being called and the silence the ringing silence of the hat on her head she just gulped.

"Ah Another Johanson - no doubt related to one of the two that left us last year? Two? Really. Amelia had no idea "Well I'm goody-two-shoes India Johanson's little sister" she answered the hat.

"I take it you are not like let me see - no you are smart...smarter maybe - but you are cunning and sly...Slytherin could work...." she heard the hat rattling away in her ear.

"Ah I see where you belong better be RAVENCLAW" the roar of the hat's voice deafened her. Only for a moment and then the words sunk in she was glad to be sorted.

But she wanted to be a - she didn't want to be like India. SHE wanted to be UNIQUE.

Oh man, Ellowyn Miller, that was her, she had been called! The few steps to the stool an the ancient seemed like it would take forever but she sat down eventually, short blonde hair being smothered by the thing. Slow breaths, this is a hat for Merlin's sake.

'But I am not just a hat, I'm deciding your entire future if you think about it...' Elle didn't want to think about it, this was making her crazy nervous.
'Oh, I remember your mother! So selfless and loyal, a bit of a lemming, but thats alright. A good Hufflepuff she was. But you're a bit different...
Very loyal of course, but something underneath to drive it. A bit nervous as well, but you'll grow out of that quickly, stubborn, guts when it counts, and most importantly you've got ideas to take you to some places not many people go. I've decided.'

Elle breathed out such a breath that she must have had an awfully red face during the whole process, finally.

The hat straightened itself as it loudly called out
Slytherin!

She watched out all these names being called just waiting for hers. It probably would be one of the last since her last name began in a w but it could be any random list. She thought about all the houses and what she wanted to be. She now didn't have a big preference but only the best house would do her.

"Elisabet Walther"

As soon her name was called up she went up to the stool and jut sat there. What were they going to do with her and how? Hopefully it wouldn't be painful and why did they call Elisabet? Oh yeah it was her actual name which she got called very rarely.

"Ahh, this is interesting. Very interesting. You could do great in Ravenclaw you know. But this is very hard." Ravenclaw wasn't that for the smart people? So if she was sorted into Ravenclaw that would be a good thing, right?

"Hmm... you are:"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Oichi could not believe she had finally made it to Hogwarts, the school for magic. Just months ago she was getting ready to go to boring public middle school and now, everything had changed in a heart beat and she was on cloud 9. She was glad that she discovered the witch within and now she had been led into a hall with a group of newbies like herself, some even older then her, suprise suprise. She got the low down on what was to happen and her excitement and curiousity rose. An all knowing hat was gonna pick the house that each newbie belonged in, cool. She watched as names were read and people went up to be sorted. After each sorting people clapped and the person joined their new house. It all went by an in an exciting blur untill:

"Oichi Paulidine"

Oichi's heart started to beat at the speed of light, or atleast that is how she felt. She slowly made her way to the stool where so many had been sorted before her. She took a seat and the hat was placed on her head.

"Oh, we have a little fighter here but you also have a very pure heart. You are capable of great things, oh yes. You have a spirit and a mind about you that does not come along often for one so young. But are you meant for Ravenclaw or Gryffindor. Hmm, I think you belong in Gryffindor

Oichi could barely get a thought through her head as the hat literally deliberated aloud on what house she belonged in. She was not certain of how to react, it all felt so overwhelming. Then she heard the hat say 'Are you meant for Ravenclaw or Gryffindor'. In her mind she knew what she wanted but she kept quiet and then the hat called out it's choice allowed. Tears of flowed from her eyes. Her first choice was the house she got. The hat was removed from her head and she ran to the Gryffindor table and could hear the applause. This is the best night of my life. She took seat at her house table. She felt a connection here like she truly belonged and it was great to be home in her new magical home.

All the students at the house tables were looking at the students waiting to be sorted. Sarah, rather impatient joined the group of newbies, all she wanted was to get into Gryffindor or Ravenclaw, well according to probability that means that there is a 50% chance she will be happy with the hat's choice. The proffesor began calling names off a list, and as each student came up and was sorted. Seemed easy! She knew that as her surname started with the letter 'E' should would be among the first to be called.

All too soon, she heard it "Edwards, Sarah". Her heart was rapidy beating against her chest now, she briskly strode over to the stool. As the petite lass sat
down, the old, musty smelling hat was placed on her head.

"Well, a very intelligent girl you are, with lots of charm, humour, wit and all, hope your professors don;t have to be caught in its wreath as it has a rather sharp and witty tongue as well" Sarah blushed crimson, what a nice way to say impudence - sharp and witty, yet a sharp tongue wasn’t good to have. "Very creative and artistic as well. I would say Ravenclaw because of your brains. But that heart... there is a very loyal one, sensitive and brave heart. The kind that is not afraid of doing the right thing, the kind that is loyal and friendly and daring. Oh-dear, you encompass both the attributes of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw – let me see, would you rather be known for your brains or bravery?" Sarah thought about it for a moment, what is more in important to her? Are books and cleverness or friendship and bravery traits of a great witch? She pondered for a moment and soon knew which one she chose.

“GRYFFINDOR” roared the hat. Sarah beamed and made her way over to her new housemate. She was a lion, the epitome of strength! She just hoped to do her house proud!

Bear was standing at the side, trying to be as invisible as possible, which was not easy with 165 cm of height. When the teacher said Bear, he walked to the chair, heads down to the floor. As he sat down and put the hat on he shaked but just a second later, the hat said loud and clear: Hufflepuff. Bear got up and searched for his table. Following the waving, smiling faces, he found it fast and walked towards the mobilar.

Bellamy felt the whole process seemed rather ludicrous. His last school was much smaller with only three houses - or 'clusters' as they were called - and had far less pomp where the sorting was concerned. Something about not wanting to make spectacles of their students in front of their peers. Psh, who wouldn't want on their first day at a new school to have a silly over-sized hat placed on their head and have hundreds of eyes silently judging whatever came out of its stitched mouth? Really.

His name was called with bravado, snapping him from his contentious thoughts and calling him forward to the fateful wooden stool ahead. Curious, he looked up as the hat was being placed upon him, wondering whether the thing had any organs keeping it alive or if it was simply the case that a 'wizard did it'. His searching eyes were quickly set aright with a quick 'thwap' to the back of his head, whereupon he quickly brought his head level.

Trying to look up my hem, were you? Bellamy frowned as he stared ahead. "Something that can think without a brain seems odd, that's all."

Oh-ho! We have a little 'deconstructionist' here! Interested in the facts, are you? It was unpleasant enough that the voice was coming from inside his head, but doubly so that it sounded so smug. But you're not concerned about the truth, are you? You break things down and take only the parts you find interesting. Some might call you selfish. And what's this... huh, you're a bit morbid, aren't you?

"Irrelevant." This was taking too long. "Listen here, I've been reading about these 'houses' and I've already deduced that I'd be perfect for--"

"SLYTHERIN!"

"--Raven... claw. Wait, what? Slytherin?" The hat became silent, as inanimate as any other of its kind, and was promptly taken off the head of the bewildered boy. With stunned silence, he made his way to the Slytherin table, glancing back at the hat every so often.

He could have sworn it winked at him.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, damn. This was the hat that determined his future seven years. A pathetic little hat. It was just a HAT.

Theodore was still intimidated by it, though. He walked very slowly to the stall and sat down, glaring at every single person in the Great Hall. STOPSTARING....

Hmmmmm.....

The hat actually SPOKE. What was this madness? Theodore jumped lightly and wondered if he needed to reply. But he didn't.

Not much bravery, I see. Bit of a wimp, if I'm honest.

Theodore's mouth formed an 'O' shape. What the heccccckkkkkkkk. Was this an insult-generating-hat?!

Perhaps a Hufflepuff... Hmmm....

"Nooo. I want Gryffindor, please." Theodore requested.

Aha. Gryffindor is the last place for you, sir. I know where to put you, and I don't want any arguing.

SLYTHERIN!

OW HEEEEEEELLL TO THE NO.

Theodore stood up and pulled the hat off his head. Kinda violently. He shot a longing look at the Gryffindor table and almost felt like holding out his hands all grabby-like. But instead, he was stuck with the smelly Slytherins.

"Hazel Gracae."

"'Scuse me Miss, my name ain't Hazel." Blue nodded at the woman before practically running up to the stand and pulling the hat on. It fell almost to her chin. She giggled.

"Hello Mr. Hat. My friend Ira Wilson told 'bout you."

'Ira Wilson...Ira Wilson... Gryffindor, yes?'

"YUP! That's her! Hey Mr. Hat! Do you know Eve Wellington?"

'Yes I do but-'

"She's my friend TOO!" Blue grinned into the hat. What a socieable thing 'twas. So friendly. This wasn't scary at alll. AT ALL! AT ALL!

'We are not here to talk about your friends. We are here to talk about you, Miss Gracae.' "Oh. Okay!"

'Hmm...Plenty of hufflepuff in you, isn't there?'

"I'd like to be in Hufflepuff. They're name is CUTE. Very cute. Would you let me be in there? I wanna be in the cute house."

'Miss Gracae, we do not sort one into a house because they think it sounds cute!'

"Oh..." Blue pouted, disappointed. Stupid system then, wasn't it?

'I heard that Miss Gracae.'

"Oops. Sorry Mr. Hat."

'Yes yes. Hmmm....you are smart but you have Slytherin qualities aswell...'

"What 'bout Gryffindor?"

'No my dear. You do not have any Gryffindor qualities.'

Blue's shoulders slumped, disappointed. Now she wasn't going to be in the same house as Ira.

'Well, I think you're smarter than anything else. Better be.....

RAVENCLAW!'

Blue pulled off the hat, grinning.

Okay. Ravenclaw wasn't soooo bad.

She could already feel herself perking up.

HELL YEA SHE WAS SMART!!!

Penelope was in a bit of a sour mood by this point. It had been a long train ride, she was hungry, Spot had been forced to stay back on the train, she was hungry, she was tired - and most importantly, she was HUNGRY. She wanted food right now.

But she wasn't getting it RIGHT NOW, and she didn't know how to go about getting it, though she was sure she could figure something out. Every place had food somewhere. Just had to know where to look.

Now, however, she had to go through this "sorting" thing. Meh. If she wasn't so hungry, she might actually be nervous like the other first years - and the old people who didn't look like first years but were up here anyway. She knew she wanted Ravenclaw, since her mother had been one and so had Atticus and her cousin Vashti, and she knew she didn't want Slytherin, since her uncle was one and she was certain her grandparents would've been too if they had attended this school. The other two...she didn't really care.

Honestly, all she REALLY cared about was eating right now.

"Greenwell, Penelope."

FINALLY.

The eleven-year-old marched casually over to the stool, grabbed the ugly old hat, sat down, and set it on her head.

"Ahh, another Greenwell? I remember Sorting one not so very long ago. A bit difficult to place, but then again..."

"Just SORT me already."

"...I beg your pardon?"

"Sort me. I'm hungry and they said we don't eat until all this Sorting stuff is over. So hurry up."

"I see... You know what you want. A very Slytherin trait..."

Penelope rolled her eyes.

"But I see something else. Slytherin will not help you on the way to greatness... Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

FINALLY SHE COULD EAT.

Wait.

Gryffindor?

...

Eh, whatever. Food was more important than considering her house placement.

She took the hat off, set it haphazardly back on the stool, and walked briskly to the Gryffindor table.

Isidora watched intently as everyone ahead of her was sorted, bouncing forward as the line moved. She still was a little uncertain about this big 'ol hat picking out a house for her, but she was also SO EXCITED about FINALLY GETTING SORTED that it almost didn't matter. Almost.

She bounced from foot to foot until FINALLY her name was called out. Excited, she bound over and settled on the stool. "Hi hat!"

"Miroslava. You doubt my abilities?"

"Not doubt, just question cause you're really really old and stuff." She tilted her head up, trying to lift the hat from off her eyes without removing her grip from the stool, but it didn't budge. Oh well.

"Hmmmm. I can assure you never once have I missorted a wizard or witch."

"Right. What house you gonna put me in?" Little Dora KNEW the hat could still sense her lack of blind faith in this him (it SOUNDED male), but she didn't care cause she right now she just wanted to know where she would be put in.

"Hmmmm. Hufflepuff won't do for you... much to ambitious for them. Nor will Gryffindor, I've seen braver. Much braver..."

Isidora huffed at the comment and then huffed again. Hurry up hat!

"Hm. Eager to learn I see.... you'll do well in RAVENCLAW!"

A grin split across her face as the hat was removed and she could properly hear the cheers of her new house mates.

The first year hopped down and bounced over to the Ravenclaw table. HER HOUSE.

Narumi tapped her fingers on her leg, waiting for name to be called, the Ms were far way down. Narumi Matsumoto
Wonder what mom and dad are up to know and what about little Aiko and Aika, they were probablly annoying her parents by now.
Ms.Matsumoto!
That would be funny to see, growl! Oh wow, she was hungry, I wonder if they have Sushi at my table
Ms.Matsumoto! If you would please come up to the stool, to get sorted that would be much appriciated!
Narumi shook her out of her thoughts about her family and said Sorry! She fast walked to the stool sat on it, and picked up the hat, and then stopped Wait, this will give me Hat Hair, do I have to do it? The person snatched the hat and said Sorry Sorting Hat. and placed it on her head.
Fisty one arent you?
Woah? Where is that voice coming from?
Curious one, just like your brother, Amiko, a Hufflepuff that one took me quite a while to sort, always trying to make conversation...
So, Mr.Hat how are you, do you ever get tired of sorting people??
I am great, thanks for asking. No its my job my creator and friend entrusted me with this job-I am pleased to do this...Now enough talk you must be sorted! Now, you dont have any qualities Slytherin like...Your quite Hufflepuff
Wait, Mr.Hat do you think you could not sort me into Hufflepuff, I dont think I am a Hufflepuff and my brother would annoy me so much.
Ms.Matsumoto, it is my job to decide if you do not posses the qualites of Hufflepuff, and you would barley see your brother, anyways...Hmm, your seem smart, but are you enough for Ravenclaw??
Hey whats that supposed to mean, Mr.Hat??I am very smart!!!
I meant no disrespect, but are you enough for Ravenclaw?
Cant you just decide, if I am in Ravenclaw! Hufflepuff! Slytherin! Gryffindor!!?
Patience young Matsumoto!
Sorry, Mr.Hat
Yes you should be! Now I have already decided, you are not a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw
Hey, what did I tell you about that, I am smart!
Now, now I told you, your just not it for Ravenclaw...
Yes, yes, you said that...I am sorry...
I have decided now...
Yes, yes, WHAT IS IT!!
GRYFFINDOR!!!!!!!
Yay! Thank you, Mr.Hat!!
She placed the hat back on the stool after she succesfully got off, she ran over to the Gryffindor table.