"Thadius Potter"


Wow.. okay. Tad suddenly was getting nervous. The dead silence, all eyes were on him. He carefully walked up to the stool leaving muddy shoeprints behind, it was a wonder he didn't slip up on the way before he sat down. He looked around, seeing everyone look back was a bit unnerving so he glanced up to see the huge hat about to be placed on him.

Hmm... another Potter.

...Am I hearing things?


Yes!

O_O

Yes.. but do not fear.. I am the one here to place you like your aunts and uncles and cousins and parents and grandparents before you.... Hmmm.. Interesting. Your family holds many outstanding qualities.. A number of Slytherins and Gryffindors.. ah, with some Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. Now where to place you...

Somewhere cool.. with people like me, but not too many! Somewhere I get to know things more. Fun but cozy, just not too cozy!

Ahhh... you are a difficult one. Indecisive but not elusive to what you really want. It's clear you have taken a bit of each of your parents. Though it seems one of them resonates more within you.. Better be...

RAVENCLAW

Tad sighed, now that the pressure was over as he could hear the applause with the removal of the hat. Wait. Ravenclaw.. Okay. He could dig that. Elisa was in the same house. Getting up, he nearly slipped but switched it up with a jump off before he headed to the table of blues.

Jó wasn’t exactly thrilled about entering the Great Hall soaking wet and the scowl on his face said just as much. One hand remained in his pocket, fingers closed around the Slytherin Prefect Badge he’d been wearing only hours previously - something about the train journey had decided that it was probably best he didn’t flaunt it in front of the other first years. At least not straight away.

His foot tapped impatiently as he waited for his name to be called, eyes scanning the room. Were they really not allowed to talk whilst all of this was going on? He’d practically swam across the lake and now he was expected to stand around BORED whilst he just dripped onto the floor?

APPARENTLY SO.

Annoyed wasn’t the word, and he practically ran up to the stool when his name was eventually called, ready to be put into Slytherin straight away. Slytherin. The house he BELONGED to. The house that was MADE for him.

Except the hat had barely touched his head when

"GRYFFINDOR."

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Nope.

Nah.

No way.

There was NO WAY this was happening.

Józef remained firmly fixed to the stool, eyes wide and staring up at the hat that had been whisked away from his head almost as soon as it had shouted out THE WRONG HOUSE. He belonged in Slytherin. This was not okay. This was WRONG on every single level ever.

And so he sat there and waited, waited for someone to tell him that something had gone wrong.

Except they didn’t. They just ushered him off the dias and towards the clapping table.

The red-clad clapping table.

The WRONG red-clad clapping table.

Help.

This is it, this is it, this is it....

Lucas was a whole mix of emotions as he squelched his way up to the spot where the Sorting Ceremony was taking place. First, he was nervous because this is HOGWARTS and what if he doesn't get sorted into a house? What then?? Would he get kicked out? Forced to go back home and live a Muggle life? But then again, he was also excited because this is HOGWARTS. Ever since he'd heard stories about it and ever since Emma got to come here, he'd been looking forward to coming here himself. He could experience everything first hand for himself and use his wand and, uh, make friends.

But then, he was also slightly scared of the fact that currently, all eyes were on him - or that's what it felt like. It didn't really help that while the poncho kept his top half dry, the rain still soaked the bottom of his robes and trousers and even his socks! He was going to get Sorted in wet socks that made squelching sounds and made everyone LOOK at him.

Could he run back? Could he go and sit next to Emma? She wouldn't mind and then he won't have to deal with..... this.

Reaching the place where all the professors and this Sorting Hat was taking place, Lucas stood there. Awkwardly. It was then that he suddenly became uncomfortably aware of how big this hall was and how many people were sitting there. Sitting and staring directly at HIM THEM. His palms were starting to feel sweaty even though his wet socks were making his legs shake. And could they open a few windows? There was hardly any air in-

"Dakest, Lucas!"

Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no.

That was him! He was Lucas!

Oh no oh no.

Could he puke? He wanted to puke.

His feet seemed to be working on its own as he moved forwards because his brain was.... screaming. Loudly. Before he knew it, he had plopped himself down on the stool after what seemed like a very long walk. He caught a quick glimpse of people LOOKING at him before the hat was placed on his head. Well, the hat that fell over his eyes and, he was pretty sure, was squashing his curly hair.

But at least he couldn't SEE everyone looking at him. He could block that out. It was just him.... and this hat. This old-

'Hmmm. Another Dakest, eh?'

..........

Lucas froze. Did the hat just speak? Was he going mad?! Because this piece of fabric was talking to him, directly into his ear, and he was starting to get very creeped out. It felt as if the thing, whatever it was, was RIGHT THERE next to him. Too close to him.

How do you tell a talking hat to back off?

'Don't worry so much. You're in safe hands, though I have none.'

Um. Okay. That sounded fake. The safe part. Fake.

'Moving ON,' Lucas could physically feel a sigh coming from the hat. Do talking hats sigh? He didn't know.

'.... it's remarkable how different you are from your sister and yet, so alike in so many ways. You might want to keep that in mind in times of trouble.'

Uh, say what? Lucas furrowed his eyebrows. Trouble? TROUBLE?! He opened his mouth to ask the hat what it meant by 'trouble' but the hat was moving on.

'You possess traits similar to your mother's.' Lucas physically beamed. 'That strong sense of loyalty, for one. But you also possess more qualities from your father than you'd care to admit.' And instantly, that smile was gone. He physically squirmed in his seat, clutching onto the stool a little tighter than he should've.

'But where to put you? Hmmmm.... yes.... yes..... Hufflepuff would be a very good fit for you. Very good fit, indeed. But do you truly belong there? Hmmmm.... You need some character building. You're a lot braver than you think and it's time you started believing it.'

Brave? No, not him. Was there another Lucas here that it could be talking about?

‘No, this is about you. You’ve got a fire in you, there’s no doubt about that....’

The Hat was taking a long time in deciding. Lucas felt as though he'd been sitting there for a long time. A VERY long time. What if he didn't belong anywhere? Was there a house for people who were always nervous and didn't like talking to strangers and just wanted cuddles from their older sister? Because that was him.

'Hmm.... yes, yes I know just where to put you. Better be......'

Lucas's heart skipped a beat. His knuckled turned white and his fingers were starting to hurt from digging into the stool but he didn't care.

This is it, this is it

'GRYFFINDOR!'

Relief.

The beam was back because hey, guess what? He was in the same house as EMMA! There was a sudden burst of applause and, in any other situation, he would've squirmed at that too but not this time. This time, all he could think about was being Sorted and getting through the Sorting and sharing a common room with his sister!

The hat was pulled off his head and he stood up to go and sit on the table with the lion and the red ties. The table that was making a LOT of noise. Louder than anyone else in the Hall.

....... Uh oh.

Bettie slowly and careful made her way up to the front of the great hall so she did not slip from her muddy shoes.
She anxiously waited to be called to sat on the stool and have an old look hat placed on her head.

Blackwell, Bettie

It was her turn now. Bettie made her way up to the stool and sat down. At that moment is when she really realized how quit it was and all eyes where on her and the darkness.

Oh another Blackwell

Wait, what? Another Blackwell? I come from a family of squibs. Oh, ya father is from a big family for witch and wizard.

Yes and all Gryffindor. Hmm, not you. I see gray. All Hufflepuff, maybe...
Wait, can it be, yes, the noble house of Black.

'SLYTHERIN!'

And with that the hat was taken off her head has an applause from the table of green and silver. Made he way of to it and sat down.

Lizzie stood among the first year students staring up at the professors and a well worn hat, the nerves in her stomach reflected in their eyes and faces. She knew it to be the sorting hat, her parents had told her enough stories of their time at Hogwarts. She stood waiting as each name was called, until the room went all too quiet and then....

"Elizabeth Marie Dowitcher" One of the teachers called allowed to the Hall.

Lizzie swallowed heavily, trying to get her stomach to settle back into place. She made her way slowly up the steps and sat on the small stool as the hat was placed over her head. For a moment the noise around her was muffled, then a voice clear as day, spoke.

"Ah, another Dowitcher, I remember your parents." the voice spoke in her ear, or was it in her head.

"You've travelled far to be here, perhaps adventurous Gryffindor like your father."

Lizzie didn't know whether she was suppose to speak, but to her relief the Sorting Hat continued.

"There's some smarts there too, like your mother hmmm,
a great Ravenclaw I made her. Your love of books is just as strong...hmmmm...and yet..."

Lizzie bit her lip, where would the Sorting Hat put her, would her parents be proud. She loved books, she loved adventures, but most of all her dream was to care for magical creatures, just like her role model, the great Newt Scamander. It had been a wish of her's since she was very young and her parents had given her a copy of Fantastic Beasts for her birthday.

"Ah, I see." the hat breathed, as Lizzie's mind raced. "You make my choice certain."

HUFFLEPUFF!!!

The hat was lifted from her head, fresh air mingle with her hair in a cool embrace as she felt her nerves vanish with the cheers of the Hufflepuff table. She made her way to it and sat at the end closest to the teachers where she was given high fives and waves from upper years already seated, waiting for the feast to begin.
As Lizzie watched the other students be sorted only one thing crossed her mind that dampened her mood, would her parents be happy? She had gotten neither Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, yet at the same time, she'd been sorted into the same house as Newt Scamander, that could only mean great things!

Arthuria clapped her hands hard for Lizzie who walked to join the cheering table of black and yellow.

"Ambrosious, Arthuria" was called and with a deep breath the young witch stepped forward and climbed the stairs to where the Sorting Hat waited. She sat down on the stool, smiling shyly at the teacher who held the hat as they put it down on her head, blocking out her view of the great hall.

an Ambrosious, eh? spoke a voice, not harsh but not entirely kind either.

yes Arthuria responded as images raced through her eyes. A tall man in a pair of red robes, his hair blonde shining in the light of a candle, a woman in dark blue robes with beautiful dark hair. A plump woman in yellow robes who smiled kindly and a tall, severe looking man in green robes with dark hair and mustache.

You are intelligent,though your temper is something that needs to be managed at this Arthuria's cheeks blushed with red. But most of all you are kind to everyone. I know where to put you

HUFFLEPUFF! the hat screamed to the hall and Arthuria felt her heart soar with joy!

oh thank you as the hat was taken off her head and she went to join Lizzie at the Hufflepuff Table.

"Alastair Crowley."

He made his way up to the front as the others had, though he very pointedly stepped around the clumps of mud Thadius had left behind. Judging from how long each student before him had sat on the sorting stool, the leathery old rag of a hat on his or her head, Alastair suddenly believed what his mother had said about some sort of conversation going on. He certainly wouldn't be sitting there quietly for that length of time, while a hat rummaged about in his thoughts.

When he reached the stool, Alastair sat himself upon it with great aplomb, ready to tell the hat exactly where he thought he should be placed and what he thought of Hogwarts so far.

The hat descended towards him.

It began to stir the hairs on his head.

"RAVENCLAW."

And just like that it was gone, leaving Alastair with static-y hair and a heap of indignation. He felt oddly cheated, and snapped at it, "What, you couldn't have taken another second?!"

He knew it ruddy well could have answered him, too, but it had a faintly smug expression on its face and remained silent. Like an affronted cat, Alastair stood and walked to the Ravenclaw table.

The jury was still out on Hogwarts. Unfortunate name aside, Dizzy wasn't sure what to make of this school. The magical carriages that moved on their own were cool, although she personally would have perferred the boats herself. The castle itself wasn't anywhere near as grand or luxurious as the Beauxbatons's chateau, but it did give her a sense it could collapse into ruin at any time, which made it heaps more exciting.

But right now, Dizzy was hungry, and that was clouding her ability to form a true opinion just yet. And before Dizzy could eat, she had to be sorted. Her attention spun through the great hall as she waited, switching from searching for people she knew in the crowds at the tables, studying the wonderfully enchanted sky, watching the others get sorted, and back again. It really didn't seem that much of a thing to be sorted. Just a hat that shouts your house.

"Luijendijk, Alfdis."

She was up! Dizzy shot her twin an excited wish me luck grin and approached the stool. She plopped down on it, and a moment later the Great Hall vanished behind a wall of old canvas.

Hmmmm...

"GAAAAAAAAAAH!"

With a start, Dizzy ripped the hat from her head at the same time her small jump of surprise unbalanced the stool. The hat fluttered off in one direction, and Dizzy and the stool toppled painfully to to the stone floor in the other with a small thud that echoed.

She knew the hat shouted out houses, but speaking in her head too? Dizzy hadn't been ready for that. "Sorry. Sorry. I'm okay." Maybe a bit bruised, but otherwise, she was fine. Dizzy righted the stool and met Runa's eyes, mouthing, It speaks inside your head! as she fetched the hat and sat back down.

"Sorry." Then the Great Hall once again vanished behind the brim of the hat.

Well, the hat chuckled, I believe we can rule out Gryffindor, eh? Pity, I could see you doing well there. Best place you in...

"RAVENCLAW!"

Sheepishly, Dizzy removed the hat and placed it on the stool and made her way down to the blue table.

"GUNTER, MARK!"

Okay, okay this was the moment of truth, Mark. At this moment you will truly begin your Hogwarts experience. He stepped forward and went right for the stool. As he turned around and sat on the stool he looked out toward the sea of students. His thoughts focused on each house. Slytherin, that's the house Mum was a part of. Maybe the Hat will see his heritage and he will enjoy 7 years there. Then his eyes moved along and landed on the Hufflepuff table. His Dad's old House. Maybe the Hat will place him there to continue the tradition of Gunter boys being a Hufflepuff Head Boy? Then he finally looked at Gryffindor, his sister was a part of that house right now. He scanned the table with his eyes until it landed on her, and she was looking right at him. It would be nice to share a house with your sibling, but also not. She probably felt the same.

Yeah that was about it. The only three houses he cared about wanting to join.

As the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, Mark had prepared himself mentally on the train for the Hat to get stumped between Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. He prepared 2 possible debates with the hat. Surely he was going to need them and did not over-prepare for this moment at all.

"Another Gunter ey?" The Hat spoke Loudly. "Yes I see..."

Was that all he Sorting hat was going to say? Mark didn't have anything set of only a few words spoken! Come on Hat!

"RAVENCLAW!"

His eyes shoot to Hufflepuff...no Gryffindor...no Slytherin! WHAT!? NO! Where!? With them!? Why? But...Dad...Dad had said. What about that?....That can't be real. Ravenclaw? "Are you sure there isn't another house you'd like to think on a bit more before deciding I belong with the Craz...er. The Ravenclaws?"

"You have a very active and deep imagination, Child. The wit you will display in years to come will best be in use with those of the same mind."

Mark didn't argue. No, he just stood up from the stool and marched toward the crowd of students. The Ravenclaw table clapping and cheering for him, but he avoided it. No doubt confusing his Housemates. He walked toward Gryffindor, having already spotted his sister there, she would know what to say yes? She didn't want to be with Gryffindor when she was first sorted but now she's okay with it. Also she would go and throw that Hat out of a the highest window in this Castle for him for making him Upset.

Starson, Stella.

That was her name, that was her name! At the mention of her name she froze. Oh...dear, she wasn't good in front of people, and this is alot more people then when she was measured for her wand! Taking a deep breath she calmed down she bravely walked towards the front and sat down on the stool as the hat was placed on hee head.

"Ah... yes another Starson...

Ok... so this hat sorted her brothers, can it just go on with the show? Not only did she want this to be over with, but her feet were killing her from standing!

Ah... yes, hm.... brilliant mind isn't afraid to make her mind, and a bit of sass to her. Loyal as well I see but ah...here we hot headed and Daring. Very brave and willing to put herself before others...

Stella waited for the hat to make up his mind on the house she was going to be sorted into, but he could see all that? Wow...that was amazing but a bit scary at the same time that a hat, a freaking hat could do that!

"I know a perfect place for you, ah... yes!
"GRYFFINDOR!"

Happily she thanked the hat and took it off placing it on the stool before she joined the Lion's table. This little Starson was now a first year lioness.

"CALRISSIAN, STERLING."

And with that, it was her turn to step up to the Sorting Hat and be sorted into her new house. She walked the few feet to the stool and sat, not at all nervous. After all, it was just a hat. A talking hat, sure, but really, what could a hat do? It didn't have any hands so...

Before she could finish that thought, the hat was placed on her head and was doing its thing.

"Well, well. Another coming to us from the great school of Illvermorny. I sense a bit of danger..." Uh, what? Danger? Never heard of her. "Also a fair amount of humor. A slight amount of recklessness. And intelligence, when the subject interests you." And your point is? "A fair amount of...arrogance and self-centeredness." "I thought you were supposed to be telling me what house I belong in, not giving me a psychiatric evaluation," she commented, her eyes narrowed. "Hang on, missy." The hat went silent for a good solid ten minutes. Seriously, what was taking the hat so long? Had its mind been blown? That thought caused a small chuckle to come from Archer. But did it even have a mind?

Finally, the hat must've collected itself, because it called out "HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finally," Archer said, pulling the hat off and jumping off the stool to join the table that matched her now yellow robes (well, not completely yellow, but you know what I mean).

Holly was fed up. It took FOREVER to get from A to T .... though thankfully she isn't that boy who she had heard had a last name beginning with Z. That really would be horrendous. Worse than horrendous -- but she didn't know what was worse than that, it just WOULD have been. She silently stood, listening as students were called out; going through Hanover and Potter and Stemp. Although she didn't say a word, she could it intruging that some times the hat barely touched her classmate's head, while others there were minutes and minutes and minnuuutes of silence.

With patience and a stillness befitting a gymnast, she counted down those standing around her and her way up the alphabet. Past the reaction of that Gunter boy... and the crying breakdown of that Stemp girl... Holly however, was determined NOT to make a fuss even if she didn't get sorted into Slytherin like she wanted. Though, she knew she didn't need to worry about it. She WOULD be joining Cameron, like Mammy and Daddy, in Slytherin. She would, she would, she would.

TAMESIS, HOLLY

Standing with her black clad feet together, her hands at her side, chin high as she FINALLY got her name called. Moving instantly towards the stood on the podium, she didn't realise until she was three quarters of the way there, that she was VERY much walking like she would on the floor at a gymnastics meet. Whoops. Oh well, she wasn't ashamed of being a gymnast - she was super super proud of it and her medals in fact.

Taking one look around the hall, she quickly found her brother, Cameron and newly sorted childhood best friend, Alis at the Slytherin table. Giving them both a quick smile, she sat on the stool, hands clasped in her lap as the hat was finally placed on her head. However, with less than ten seconds on her head, and only a brief mention of her brother and both of her parents, the hat yelled out -

SLYTHERIN!!!!

Elegantly standing up after the hat was removed from her head and all the while grinning WIDE, Holly Tamesis ( newly sorted Slytherin Legacy!) moved over to the Slytherin table. YES. Mum and Dad were going to be super happy... but even better than that? She was in the same house as Cameron!!!

Watching Dizzy very closely as she took her place at the Ravenclaw table to make sure she hadn't hurt herself in the tumble meant that Runa nearly failed to notice her own name being called. It took her sister's expression to clue Runa in.

"Sorry!" Runa grinned her familiar sheepish-but-not-really-embarrassed grin almost, but not quite, skipped up to the stool. There was just a moment's pause to consider the hat before it fell over her own head.

"My sister says you talk in our heads," Runa thought to the hat, "so does that mean I should think to you instead of talking? It seems that it would but I haven't met any magic hats before so I can't really be sure since what is and what seems like it should be are often different..."

"If you don't stop long enough to let me answer, you'll never find out, you know."

Runa felt herself blush. "Sorry," she said aloud, before adding a mental "Sorry," as well.

"That thirst for knowledge though, makes this eas..."

This time Runa cut off the hat. She didn't really mean to, but rambling in one's own head was so much easier to fall into than when speaking aloud. And Runa fell into it easily enough when speaking... "So thinking at you does work! And you actually talk. Like a real conversation. So does that make you sentient? Do you get lonely when it's not sorting time? That'd be sad if you did. Has anyone ever made another hat like you? So you could have a friend? Maybe I could learn how to..."

"Almost made a case for Hufflepuff there, wondering if I got lonely and feeling sad about it. But that eagerness to learn how I was made means it can only be..."

"RAVENCLAW!"

"House twins!" Runa's exclamation was hard to miss as she bounded over to her sister, wrapping Dizzy in a big hug before introducing herself to others at the table. This was going to be a very good year.