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 Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:11 pm
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gryffindor01 "Amazing" she breathed. The Great Hall was everything that it was named for and more. The ceiling was a perfect replica of the clear frostbitten night outside and was accentuated by the candles that floated above the long tables situated in perfect equidistance in the middle of the room. She felt the gaze of the cloaked students at the tables rest upon her. Standing up straighter she looked back upon them, butterflies in her stomach. Normally, stage fright was not a factor, but for whatever reason it was present with her tonight. The students were obviously sitting with their own houses, each giving of a sense of unity no matter independent each of the students themselves were. Following the line of first years to the front of the hall seemed like it took years and her patience was running out. Let's just get this over with already. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm mysterious, curious, and eager to learn as much as I can, even if it will get me into a bit of trouble. Most people do not know what drives me, and I do my best to keep it a secret.
"Indala Eve Grey!" Icarus called out, wrapping his tongue around the first name.
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 bravery and motivation to learn... True, you would excel in Ravenclaw, but your need to break rules to find things out makes you best suited for... Gryffindor!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:14 pm
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Mexican Donuts  Alexander Greyson
1st Year Alex entered the Great Hall, in line with the others. He looked around for Charlotte and Nott, but saw that they were a little distance away from him. Then he noticed the ceiling. His mum had told him about it, but it hadn't prepared him for how beautiful it really was. That the stars were out only added to the magical feel of the room.
"Oh, wow!" Xander said aloud, then blushed. He had said that louder than he had meant to.
When he saw the hat brought out, he was surprised, and a little disappointed. Oh, it was just as simple as to put on a hat. He had run through all of his knowledge for nothing. All of the time he had spent doing his research was for nothing. Well, at least this was easier.
"Greyson, Alexander."
Oh crap. It was his turn. He stepped forward, and sat down on the stool and the hat was placed on his head.
'Oh, I hope I'm in Ravenclaw. But I suppose that Hufflepuff wouldn't be bad.' he thought to himself. Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm stubborn, logical, curious, artistic, and very, very, intelligent. Studying and learning new things always makes me happy. I love discovering new things. I act rather distant, but that is until I get to know you, then I become rather goofy. I am faithful to my friends, and won't have you badmouthing them. When around people I like, I am loud and laugh easily. I am impulsive, and at the same time, I analyze a situation before jumping in. My mouth often gets me into trouble. Animals like me for some reason, and I love them back.
"Alexander Greyson!" 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"Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff, eh? You could fit in with Hufflepuffs. Then again, you are quite intelligent... Better be... Ravenclaw!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:19 pm
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fraise rouge ♚Malcolm Dundas♚  "People say that, in a nutshell, I'm cunning, resourceful, serious, reserved, calm and I like leadership. Father says I belong into Slytherin, where he once lived. We’ve got a tradition in our family that says that every male of the Dundas family are sorted into Slytherin, and trust me, I won’t break that tradition."
"Malcolm Dundas!" 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 HatBefore the hat could even feel a sliver of hair off the boy's blond head, it responded the same way with the last student of the House: " Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:27 pm
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Brittany_Sue1211 Evelyn Ward, First Year  Evelyn nervously entered the Great Hall along with the rest of the first years. The train ride to Hogwarts had been rather uneventful for her. The magical barrier had been the most exciting part. That is, until she had actually entered the magnificent castle.
There were thousands of magically floating candles lined above the tables, illuminating the hundreds of faces beneath. A quick look at the ceiling showed that there was no ceiling . . . at least, not that she could see. It was obscured with the night sky outside that she and the rest of the first years had left behind.
Then the Sorting began. She listened intently to the rest of the group being sorted, knowing that she would be one of the last. Then her name was called. "Ward, Evelyn!"
Having a sudden feeling that every eye in the hall was upon her -- for, indeed, they were -- she slowly approached the talking hat and the stool that had been placed for her to sit. She jumped into the seat and awaited for the hat to be placed upon her head.People say that, in a nutshell, I'm calm, intelligent, and innocent. I've been told, though, that I am hard-hearted and won't let many people in, that I need to open up more. I am known to be quite argumentative, and very passionate about my beliefs. I can also be quite stubborn.
"Evelyn Ward!" 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"What cleverness! You defend your beliefs to no end and with a clarity and purpose... a depth that most witches and wizards crave for everyday. I know just where you belong! Ravenclaw!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:32 pm
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Hikari Yuuhi  Murasaki Hizawa - 1st Year"Will you die for the ones you love? Will you kill for them?"_________________
Everything seemed to hum vibrantly, each with its own particular resonance. The light of the floating candles mixed in with the light of the ceiling's night sky, incandescence with luminescence, imparting a strange dream-like quality to the beautiful room in front of him. A sharp pain in his leg later, he could safely say that he wasn't asleep and that everything in front of him was -- despite being outside the realm of possibility -- real.
The talking hat in the background, the numerous students, the ceiling that was not a ceiling, and the medieval air were not illusion but real. He felt himself let go of that anxiousness, one that he had ever since he received that letter, and felt it disperse into the animated chatter of students. It returned when he saw the hat that decided their eventual fates.
He found himself staring at the banners of the four houses, wondering about where he would belong...he who believed he had nothing. As the line of first years thinned out and his name being called, Mura determinedly walked towards the item which will decide his seven years of life.
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People say that, in a nutshell, I am: both strong and fragile, strong enough to know that the world is not responsible for my well-being and fragile enough to understand my mortality and the limitations of what I can do by myself. Keeps most people at arm's length except for that one person that I cannot help but become attached to. A hard worker, wise enough to know that shortcuts carry their own price. Loyal to the very end with a willingness to use violence. Subtle if needed. Quiet, very contemplative. Practical. Abnormally tired.
"Murasaki Hizawa!" 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"Under-handedness... Practical and thoughtful... The House that needs you most will be... Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:34 pm
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Alex Teaflower Mariella Cross
She looked up at the people and one after another was sorted. Sweetly she gave a gentle bow towards those around her as she passed through. After completely dusting the disgusting stool she sat on it and muttered about lice and other disgusting bodily pests that might sit on her precious little head.
"Slytherin, Slytherin. Allow me to be in Slytherin!" she thought desperately, closing her eyes tightly.Quote:
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm sweet on the surface but very sour on the inside; that I'm a back stabber, a liar, and an insufferable witch. I take that as a compliment though.
"Mariella Cross!" 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"Slytherin, eh? Very well... Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:37 pm
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Daem0nsw0lf First Year Student: SaLevera Sykes Levera stood calmly in the Great Hall. Sorting was nothing to be concerned about....and she really didn't care where she ended up as long as it was in a house where people hardly bothered her and she didn't have to make "friends" to fit in. She sighed...this was taking forever. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Fiercely loyal to the few people I manage to befriend, but I’m not afraid to manipulate people for my own purposes and needs. I'm rather cold and indifferent to everyone around me and treat everyone like an enemy until they become a friend. I'm not afraid to bend rules to suit my own needs and "authority" figures have to earn my respect before I bother to respect them. ((baby.....your avatar has reindeer antlers....0.o i is scared!))
"SaLevera Sykes!" 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 HatThe hat took in a sharp breath, "With this personality of manipulation... You'd be best suited for... Slytherin!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:43 pm
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Melody Raindo ~~~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.))
"Melody Raindo!" Icarus called out.
When the first year made their way up to the stool and sat upon it with difficulty, Icarus got a fist into his stomach. He coughed, trying to remain calm, but placed the ancient hat on her head.The Sorting Hat"You believe you are best suited for either Gryffindor or Ravenclaw... But I see that you're loyalty, and you other strong attributes, will help you excel in... Hufflepuff!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:46 pm
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MademoiselleHarmonie 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.
"Lyra Wynne!" 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"Your perfectionist behavior would help a specific House best. And, with your anger, the fuse would set off a lot slower when you're in... Gryffindor!" |
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:49 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:55 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 04, 2011 9:56 pm
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