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 Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 6:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 10:59 pm
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~~~Melody Raindo | First year~~~
Melody waited, jumping from one foot to another. When her name was called, she walked up slowly, trying to ignore the agonizing stares of the students. Or they we making faces at her. She couldn't tell with her glasses off, everything was so blurry. She bumped in the chair, felt the right part to sit on, and accidently punched the proffessor in front of her instead of taking the sorting hat. "Oops! Sorry!" This was greeted by echoing laughter. She quickly pulled the hat down and it sat on her ears.
Melody breathed deeply and let it go.
((People say that, in a nutshell, I'm very kind, loyal, intelligent, quiet, shy, headstrong and clever, though I am pretty clumsy. People also say that I belong in Gryffindor but I think I'll be in Ravenclaw. I am artsy and hate Slytherin people.))
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 12:56 pm
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Lyra Wynne | 1st Year; ___________  Lyra's name was called by the Professor, she didn't let her eyes dart around the room but instead she stared foward, in a dignified way, and walked to the stool in small strides. She sat down, and arranged her skirt. When the Sorting Hat was placed onto her head, she could help but to think 'He's not as moldy as dad said...' Lyra stared quietly at her hands waiting for the hat's decision. Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quiet, polite, and reserved. Very flexible unless/until a line is crossed in my view. People say I can be a perfectionist about my work, and that I can be quite slovenly about my room/organization. I have a very long fuse, but a horrible and explosive anger that can make me cruel and bitter. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:35 pm
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((I'm not gonna get too creative with Icarus because stuff has been popping up like crazy on my end. Sorry guys. But the hat will be custom tailored to each person!))
Rechosia   Kaera walked into the Great Hall with the other first years, looking around in awe. The upperclassmen were all seated at their respective tables, which would have made Kaera uneasy except she was too enthralled with the ceiling above. It was astounding, reflecting the brilliance of the night sky they traveled under to get here. Ryn must have been busy staring too, because she paused in front of her. Kaera gave her a gentle push, urging her forward with a smile. Finally, the first years had gathered up at the front and before them stood a stool with an ancient hat atop it. A man, whom she assumed was a professor, stood beside the stool holding a long list of some sort. Kaera held her breath. This was it. The beginning of her new future. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm strong-willed and passionate, though I can be a bit hard-headed at times. My friends are my foundation and you can bet I will do anything for them, even if it means risking my life. I tend to live life on the edge, and because of that I often find myself in some sticky situations. I guess this comes from my rebellious nature. Shy is something you will never hear someone describe me as. I will usually be the first to strike up a conversation when meeting someone new and I am loyal to and will defend those I surround myself with.
"Kaera Frisk!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head. The Sorting Hat "Such loyalty! What strength you possess! Friendships will thrive best for you in... Hufflepuff!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:38 pm
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lightdanger Moshe Yitzchaki Moshe made his way into the great all and stared transfixed at the room. "זה יפה מאוד." He whispered staring at the starry sky. It looked so real. What a site. Making his way up front he stood in front of a tall man with long black hair and a beat up looking hat. That hat had defiantly seen better days. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm hard working- but not really smart, I am also very friendly but not always trusting, I am calm and it is not easy to get me angry however when I am angry you do not want to be the person I am angry with.
"Moshe Yitzchaki!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on his head.The Sorting Hat"Hmm... Such difficulty... Your personality is so vague... But where to put you? Ah, I know... You will be placed in... Hufflepuff!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:44 pm
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XThe Lily Of The ValleyX
Jane Butler
First Year
Jane walked into the Great Hall, standing near Alys Abrams. "Looks like you're going to be first, Alys. Good luck. What house did you want to be in again?" She whispered, giving an encouraging smile. Her last name being 'Butler', it was likely that she would go almost after Abrams. Looking out over the Great Hall, she felt nervous and shy in front of so many people. It's not like you have to sing or act or play an instrument in front of an audience, Janey. You just have to sit there and have a hat placed on your head and that's that. Still, it would be the House she would be in for the next seven years. What if she hated it? Staring at the hat, Jane chuckled quietly. It had probably been sorting for a hundred years, at least, from the way it looked. Surely something that had been doing its job for so long would know what it was doing.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm rather inclined to speak my mind. It may come off as arrogance (which sometimes, it is), but honestly, it's because I don't think before I speak. In terms of courage, I'd have to say I have to think the choices over before I rush head-in to a somewhat dangerous situation. That being said, I'm not exactly what everyone would call 'a leader', I would definitely be more on the side of leader's consultant. As in, I'm fine with making decisions, I like making decisions, but I don't want to be the one to broadcast them. Does that make sense? I'm sorry, sometimes I really stick my foot in my mouth...
"Jane Butler!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"A shadow of a Gryffindor, but you make decisions a lot clearer than one... I know where you'll belong: Ravenclaw!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:47 pm
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iV0RY TiGER  CAMILLE CALDWELLFIRST YEARCamille edged through the doors of the Great Hall, heart pounding as if it wanted out of her chest. She clutched Freckles tightly, letting him comfort her. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her surroundings. Hundreds of cloaked students sat at long tables divided into sections, and ironically, they all seemed to be looking directly at her. It took longer than necessary, but Camille overcame her short spurt of stage fright. She raised her head and made her way to the front of the hall, where a group of first years had started to gather. They stood before a tall, handsome man with sleek black hair, his skin as pale as the moon that shone on the magnificent ceiling above them. Next to the man sat a tattered old hat upon a short wooden stool. She recognized this as the talking hat which her family had spoke of in many stories of their days at Hogwarts. It doesn't look like it's capable of speaking... Oh, well. "Here goes nothing." Camille breathed, stroking her miniature kitten between the ears.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm very much like a closed book. However, I've come to notice that the people who make these judgements, are the people who are just too busy to open me up and read me. I come from a long line of Gryffindors. However, my parents have always teased me for my intelligence. Said I would be the first one in the family to be crowned Ravenclaw. I take great pride in what I know, so this never bothered me. Though from what I've heard, the brains of a Gryffindor are never lacking, either.
"Camille Caldwell!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"Ohhh! A Caldwell! I remember this name... Long line of Gryffindors... But, you're not like the rest. Better be... Ravenclaw!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:53 pm
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Garden of Wisteria 
What is that? That isn't a Sphinx that stares into your soul and quizzes you for your bravery and character. ...I'm going to murder her. My mum is such a liar.
But his confusion and flash of irritation didn't last long as he let out a short burst of laughter. He had inherited his sense of humor and mischief from his mother. He should have known that she would torture him with anxiety about this upcoming test, only to surprise him in the end. Which made it all the funnier that he had tried to torture Alexander down at the docks with an exaggerated story about what Sorting would entail. In the end he had not known either.
But a slight bit of relief seeped through him but a new sense of wonder as well. Well now, what will they do with this ratty old thing?
Nott let his eyes sweep the room that he had just powerwalked through. The first thing that drew is eyes was the ceiling. 'Oh bloody hell. How did I not notice that on the way in?' He spent some time studying the edges of the walls to make sure that it wasn't an open air room, but merely an enchanted ceiling.
Then he looked round to the tables. Aside from the house colors, he couldn't decern a great deal of difference. Granted the Slytherin table gave off that slightly haughty and hostile vibe that he liked. There was something about knowing that you were better than everyone else... Nott wanted to resist that sort of thinking, but he occassionally lapsed. The way that Slytherins went after what they wanted, it impressed him. The tales of it anyway.
Of course he had heard the same thing about the Gryffindors. His eyes finding their colors. Something in him wanted to be there. The way they prided bravery and adventure appealed to the same within him. But their high code of honor...A part of him wanted to be worthy of that. To be respected for good acts and of high moral character.
Glancing over, he spotted the Ravenclaw table. That was where both of his parents had sat during their years here. And from that he could derive how not everyone in a house was a carbon copy of the other. His mother had certain qualities that reminded him of a Gryffindor, and his father the same of a Slytherin. But evidently their strong dedication to their arts won out in the selection.
Hufflepuff was a grand little house. But he feared that he didn't have the constantly sunny disposition for it. One of his favorite Quidditch players on the Cannons was a former Hufflepuff and since then he had a new respect for the badgers.
And full circle he came to stare at the hat again. How could this old, nasty bit of cloth and leather know him better than he knew himself? Truly, it must be magic, he thought with a smile.
Soon enough his name echoed through the hall.
"NOTTINGHAM MCNAIR."
He felt a sense of greatness and importance as he strode forth to the stool. Turning to take his seat, a wry smile came across his face. First night here and all the ladies have their eyes glued to me.
In truth everyone in the hall was watching each and every first year be Sorted. But Nott's ego would not hear such reasoning.Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a bit o'handful. I am very active, loud and rough, but what boy isn't? The problem is I'm rather tall and well built for a boy of eleven so I tend to be a bit too hard on my friends. But I don't mean it. I'm good natured and always up for a laugh. I suppose I have trouble taking things seriously.I do have somewhat of a dark side, probably coming from my father's pureblood pride. But I don't believe my parents define me.
"Nottingham McNair!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on his head.The Sorting Hat"Just like your parents You are difficult to sort... You could belong in Gryffindor. You have the crave for it... But the Slytherin House is changing Perhaps they could use your crave for righteousness. For praise... Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:59 pm
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Vampire Toy iV0RY TiGER CAMILLE CALDWELLFIRST YEARCamille edged through the doors of the Great Hall, heart pounding as if it wanted out of her chest. She clutched Freckles tightly, letting him comfort her. Her eyes grew wide as she took in her surroundings. Hundreds of cloaked students sat at long tables divided into sections, and ironically, they all seemed to be looking directly at her. It took longer than necessary, but Camille overcame her short spurt of stage fright. She raised her head and made her way to the front of the hall, where a group of first years had started to gather. They stood before a tall, handsome man with sleek black hair, his skin as pale as the moon that shone on the magnificent ceiling above them. Next to the man sat a tattered old hat upon a short wooden stool. She recognized this as the talking hat which her family had spoke of in many stories of their days at Hogwarts. It doesn't look like it's capable of speaking... Oh, well. "Here goes nothing." Camille breathed, stroking her miniature kitten between the ears.
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm very much like a closed book. However, I've come to notice that the people who make these judgements, are the people who are just too busy to open me up and read me. I come from a long line of Gryffindors. However, my parents have always teased me for my intelligence. Said I would be the first one in the family to be crowned Ravenclaw. I take great pride in what I know, so this never bothered me. Though from what I've heard, the brains of a Gryffindor are never lacking, either. "Camille Caldwell!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"Ohhh! A Caldwell! I remember this name... Long line of Gryffindors... But, you're not like the rest. Better be... Ravenclaw!"
CAMILLE CALDWELLFIRST YEAR
Camille hopped off the stool, letting the withered hat take her place. Ravenclaw. I can deal with that. Her brave demeanor broke under the weight of the new excitement that was flooding her body. I wide grin spread smoothly across her face, letting the Ravenclaw table know as she approached it that she was embracing her new home. |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 8:59 pm
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Star_girlz93 ~Taylor Greene~ ~First Year~
Taylor Looked around the great hall at the various tables and at her fellow first years that were getting sorted. Hey, that girl from the boat's getting sorted. She looked up at the Ceiling and gasped.. It's obviously magic, but it's still amazing....
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Taylor looked at the Sorting hat. "Let me get this straight...what House we're in Is decided by an old HAT? Taylor grumpily sat down on the stool her eyes closed and arms crossed.
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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Aloof. I'm also very intelligent, and I'm proud of it! I also use sarcasm a lot. And I tend to yell a lot, especially when I'm confused or frustrated. I have a nice side, though, but it takes a lot for me to show it to you. If you manage to get me to, I'll be sure to have your back if you need help.
"Taylor Greene!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"How dare you call me an old hat! I am to decide your fate, and you call me an old hat? Hmph! Ravenclaw!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:02 pm
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Malady Hoiden  Malady Hoiden stood just behind Moshe. She looked at her fellow first years with hardly veiled disdain, before glaring at the ratty headgear. Unlike some of the others, she wasn't nervous, she was disgusted. I can't believe they-- I can't believe I am letting my potential rest in the non-existent hands of a shoddy old cap. 'I know who I am' , she wanted to shout. And I am generally read wrong.
After all,people say that, ultimately, I am egocentric, stubborn, and distrusting. I believe that they don't care enough about themselves; their resolve, for their own opinions and morals, is flimsy; and that their reckless trust in others will be their demise.
" Hoiden, Malady," the professor called.
"Malady Hoiden!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting HatBefore the hat could even touch the girl's head, it called out: " Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:06 pm
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Marguerite_Wheelwright Charlotte Victus Claremont
was waiting. For all she had been told of the process, it had clearly been changed since the last time. However she didn't mind the wait. It gave her time to think. Time she badly needed, since despite her calm appearance. She was in truth bubbling with nerves and excitement. Taking a deep breath, she glanced around the room as the first person was called.
Clearly, I'm a little afraid of the dusty old hat. Alright let narrow down the possibilities, I can't possible fit into all of these house...so, we should start with the right, she glanced over to the far right table. Gryffindor, if she was correct. All of them gave off an air of energy and spirits. You know...I think I'm a coward, plus I never looked good in red. Another sign of cowardliness...or not. Okay so not ruled off, just move on.
She glanced at the table to her immediate right, guessing from the blue and bronze on the older students ties. She knew that they were the Ravenclaw table. Looking them over in a quick scan, Just as I thought...not only are they smart looking, but also good looking. How do they do it? I know that according to legend Rowena Ravenclaw was a beauty, but...that means it is impossible. I'm not pretty enough! NOOOO!
Bemoaning this fact, since pretty people by defluat would look good in any color and in her opinion she wasn't good in red. She turned her attention to the next house. Hufflepuff, by the yellow and black of the older students ties, I know it is rude, but that name really does remind me of Jigglypuff. I wonder if any of them sing...do people sleep when they do? Note to self, do not insult possible future house.
Taking another steading breath, she heard another name called. She quickly gulped down the rest of the breath. Turning her mind away from the awful game of 'Guess When Your Name Will Called', she glanced over to a table set with stony face, serious, and almost nobility snobbish looking folks. She figured this was Slytherin, though none of them looked evil as she had come to figure them to be, In fact they just look their only vice is arrogance. Maybe they looked kinder before the hat...push that absurd idea out of your head right now Charlotte Victus Claremont, hats can't make people evil...not normal hats?
She closed her eyes for a moment, Well, true...but if they were evil...than the hat would know. Or maybe they are slowly becoming evil by sitting at the Slytherin table and going to the Slytherin common room. Thus by default being evil...I don't want to be evil...
"Charlotte Clarmont"
Well, I would say I'm pretty far from evil, in all truth. Despite my mean spirited thoughts at time, Charlotte thought as she made her way towards the stool. Feeling her nerves trying to take her again she continued down the same line of thought. In fact. Most people say that in a nut shell, I'm...
...way too sarcastic, though in a kind caring kinda way. Which I don't believe, in my opinion, I'm opinionated. There is a difference, outside of the 's' verse 'o' beginnings. They also say that thankfully I was taught enough manner to know when to hold my sarcasm, really it my opinions, in. However they say that I can contort my face in such that I give my thoughts away...so I might as well just say them. Outside of my true virtures, my mother claims I'm a kind, caring, determined, overly bookwormish (so not a word), and open. Which, according to her, is how I should be consider that I was raised by her.
And quite long winded apparently, she added as she placed herself on the small stool waiting for the hat to drop.
"Charlotte Clarmont!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it, Icarus placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"You can navigate knowledge and manipulate it well... Very clever... Ravenclaw!" |
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