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| | Term 66: January - April 2024 Term Sixty-Six: An ACTUAL Quiet Term at Hogwarts (Sept 2112 - June 2113) | 
12-27-2022, 12:45 AM
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| | Hogwarts Headmaster Jarvey
Join Date: Dec 2022
Posts: 504
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Wilber O. Winterbottom
Hufflepuff |  Sorting Ceremony
 If you are a first year or a transfer student, the time has now come for you to discover in which of the Hogwarts Houses you belong. After waiting in the Entrance Hall for what seems like forever, you are invited inside to stand beside the dais at the front of the dining room. Hundreds of eyes follow you as you make your way forward. Up above, the ceiling reflects the night sky as candles float above your head. An old, mangy hat awaits on a stool.
Once all is silent, the hat bellows out its annual song, telling all there is to know about the four Houses in a brief amount of time. The Sorting Ceremony then begins with the hat being picked up and a name being called. One by one, names are said in alphabetical order by surname. One by one, your peers are claimed as a Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff, a Ravenclaw, or a Slytherin. Where will the Sorting Hat place you? That is the question everyone in the room is asking as you now sit upon the stool and the hat is placed on the top of your head.
OOC: You may role-play for the Sorting Hat, but please limit yourself to one post per character.
If you are role-playing sortings for two characters, you may include both characters in the same post, or post them separately.
Always ensure there is at least one other post between each of your own (do not double-post).
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01-04-2024, 08:23 PM
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| | Mooncalf
Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Camp Half-Blood
Posts: 7,731
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Violeta X. Escalante
Gryffindor Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Yulietta Escalante
Slytherin Second Year  x8
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If Yulietta Escalante thought the wait outside felt like an eternity, this was gradually getting worse. Uncle Kennedy had told her about the sorting process and what to expect, but the cavernous Great Hall was a lot more than she could imagine. The stool at the front of the hall taunted her to the point that she couldn’t enjoy the beauty of the floating candles and the mighty house banners that dangled around. She had to sit there…in front of everyone…ayyy.
Fingers furiously fidgeting with the ends of her hair, Yulietta followed the crowd closer and closer to the front of the Great Hall. She could hear her heart hammering away and her hands growing her clammy with each step.
When she was called, she had the urge to close her eyes and pretend she was walking in a jungle full of unknown creatures, that would surely be easier than this. But she resisted. If she closed her eyes, the probability of falling and making a fool out of herself was high. She carefully slid onto the stool and as the Sorting Hat was placed on her, she gave in and fluttered her eyes shut. Who cared if everyone saw that? She needed to not lose it at the moment.
Yulietta almost did when a voice rang through her head. She’s lost her mind, she really has. Hearing voices wasn’t a healthy thing!
“Estas bien,” the voice said. You are okay.
Yulietta’s eyes snapped wide open. Did…that was…Spanish…she understood it! The pieces then all came together. Uncle Kennedy told her the Sorting Hat would talk to her privately, in her mind. Was this it? It had to be. And it was doing it in the language she understood. Feeling a little less lost, she relaxed the tiniest bit.
The Sorting Hat went on, listing her strengths (which she was unaware of) and her weaknesses (super aware of these), and then it said something about her family and the bloodline she comes from. Apparently her new house would help her achieve her goals and light up her ambition that has been dreadfully dormant.
“SLYTHERIN!” it rang out, causing her shoulders to jolt. Okay. It was…o-k-a-y even if she had just been sorted into the least appealing house.
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01-05-2024, 12:58 AM
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  Ashwinder
Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 |#ff5470
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff Third Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Laini Gracae-Ryans
Slytherin Second Year x10  x1
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Alfie knew what was coming next. He had thought about it the entire summer and then the entire way to King's Cross and then the entire train ride and then the entire boat ride and then now. In fact, once he had started thinking about it he never happened to stop. He had thought about it so hard that he had just about thought through every possible scenario.
And in his head, this is how it went: Alfie Adair was ushered into a line up in the Entrance Hall for just about forever. After properly sweating through his under layers, he'd then be ushered into a line up in front of the dais (where every Professor would be sat). Just in front of him would be the hat that would decide his fate, but before it had the chance, it would sing the most intricate song about Hogwarts. And then once it was time, he would be called first. Alfie Adair. Both names conveniently coming at the very beginning of the alphabet and it was his burden to bear. He would make his way up to the stool as confidently as he could manage. He would sit down and the sorting hat would tell him to go to Mia's house or whatever house Brooksie ended up in later. Then he would make his way to his new house table and wait for Brooks to be sorted next (thankfully, his name was also at the very beginning of the alphabet). And finally, they would eat.
Of course, the reality was far more nerve-inducing, sweat-producing, and awkward.
They called his name at least twice. And both times, he had heard it. His legs just needed a moment to catch up with his brain.
By the third time "Alfie Ad--" he had finally made his way to the stool. He sat, legs bouncing, as the hat was placed upon his head. Perhaps after years of wear (or maybe Alfie just had a small head), the hat drooped over him and obscured his sight. It was probably for the best, Alfie didn't need to see to know that all eyes were on him.
He GULPED loudly in anticipation.
"Ah, another Adair, eh?" Alfie nodded. "Yes, sir." It was a sir, wasn't it? He felt his face burn up.
Alfie also felt bad for whoever had to put the hat on after him. His forehead was lined in sweat. "Mmm, but nothing like your sister. No, you take after your father..." This went on for the longest singular minute of young Alfie Adair's life.
In fact, the youngest Adair sat under the brim of the hat praying for the moment to be over. He wanted to take it all in, but knowing everyone was watching him, hearing the hat in his head, it was all just Too Much and he couldn't wait for it to be-
"Hufflepuff!"
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01-05-2024, 02:57 AM
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| | Grindylow
Join Date: Jan 2011 Location: Cross Guild
Posts: 14,333
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Von Culpepper
Gryffindor Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Paige Hall
Hufflepuff Seventh Year x7 x8
| Mom says I have no sense of direction, so I packed my bags and right.
Lazlo had to stand at attention as name after name had been called ahead of him to get sorted. Or as best of attention as he could stand. The trip to the Castle on the train was an experience he won't ever forget. He had one complaint though. The problem with the trip right after getting off the train was just how suddenly Scotland nights in the mountains got. The Robes they all had to wear weren't sufficiently lined for this kind of weather so he made it a point to sit uncomfortably close to another 1st year on the boat ride until they got into the warmth of the castle.
One after another he watched students get sorted, some took mere seconds, others took more than a minute. The hat seemed very familiar with everyone it was being placed upon. At least maybe their family. He wondered if he would be no different. He would probably be no different. That's just how life is. Just being a part of the crowd... Blending in... How boring.
"Lazarus Pitt."
Alright here we go. That was him. He got up to the center of the stage where the single stool sat and the professor held the hat. Time to get this over with and go on.
As the Sorting Hat nestled over his crown he heard the hat mermer hmmms and ummms. "You have Ripley Blood in you, child. Your family has strong ties to Slytherin, but you are different. You have a very intuitive mind, perfect for Ravenclaw, all these traits could help you succeed as a Hufflepuff. Above all these though you've got an intriguing fire in you that I cannot ignore."
Well the hat named every house besides one. Lazlo had a pretty good idea as to where the Hat was going to place him now. Easy process of elimination.
"You Belong In GRYFFINDOR!"
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01-06-2024, 12:39 PM
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|  DMLEMooncalf
Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: EST
Posts: 6,725
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Penelope (Poppy) Willard
Gryffindor First Year | ♥♥ Charmed One ♥♥ Queen of the North♥♥
Poppy waited with the other first-years trying her darndest to avoid nervousness. All of this was so new to her that he couldn't help feeling nervous but excited at the same time. She had no idea how long she waited but it felt like ages before her name was finally called. Was she the last first-year? This wasn't the first time she cursed having a last name that started with a letter from the end of the alphabet.
"Penelope Willard."
Poppy winced as her full name was called. Anyone she truly liked would have never called her Penelope unless they were crossed at her but of course, no one here would know that. She slowly made her way up to the stool and the Sorting Hat was placed on her head. At first, the hat said nothing but a long and drawn-out hmmm.
"Interest... very interest. A family of squibs, but not you... not you." The hat said, in her head followed by more hmms.
She didn't know how long she sat on that stool, but she could feel her cheeks starting to burn as she waited.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
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