The Sorting Hat ~ CLOSED 2062-63

[shabatha]

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ℱᓰᖇᔕ♈ Ꭹᗴᗩᖇ, ᕰﬡᔕᗝᖇ♈ᙓᖙ

Celaena waited and watched as her friends were sorted. Her new friends. She smiled as each went to their house table. That was until her name was called. Celaena shook nervously but instead of stopping and waiting to have someone encourage her, she stepped towards the dias and the stool. She sat hoping not for Slytherin... Or even Hufflepuff. She really wanted Gryffindor. But if that was not her way, then surely the hat knew best. She tried to still her thoughts so the hat didn't notice her quarreling thoughts and bias.

Celaena Snow

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm really very shy. For the most part. I'm the second eldest of seven. I try not to stand out so that the others can shine, but i've been known to loose my cool. Under my shy and timid exterior I'm kinda scary. I've heard the adults describe me as: Fiesty, tempered, and penetratingly clever. Whatever that means. Though I think i'm quiet and Loyal. And that I am sometimes too loyal for my own good and when something or someone hurts my friends or family my tongue tends to work faster than my right/wrong sense... So I tend to stick to books of fantasy, and I also tend to stick to the shadows. I don't want to shine... After I've made a friend though, I tend to talk a lot and become very giggly and happy.

 

[Kai Sparrowheart]

Thane Findlay
First Year~Muggleborn~Unsorted

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Thane heard his name called and instantly felt a wave of nervousness course through him. What if he got Hufflepuff? He made his way towards the stool. Maybe if he was lucky, he'd get Ravenclaw or Slytherin. He had no opinion of the Lion house. Sitting down, he put the hat on his head. Who was he kidding? He was an awful person. Of course he wasn't going to get Hufflepuff.

I'm a jerk. I know that, and I don't care much. It's easier to be a jerk, it really is. I am basically made of sass and sarcasm, and once again it's easier. I'm kind of mean sometimes, antisocial.
I'm really smart. Really, really smart. I know that sounds cocky, and maybe it is, but it's true. I don't even blink an eye in school. I skipped two grades. Of course, now that I'm going to Hogwarts in a year and that's not possible, I guess I'll be at the same place everyone else is. No one said I can't read the textbooks ahead of time, though. Anyway, I guess you're wondering why I'm a jerk. Here's the short version: My parents died, my brother died, and I simply can't afford to be nice. Being nice just isn't nice. It gets you hurt. Attachments hurt. The only thing you can do is improve yourself, not your relationships, and that's why I learn.
I suppose deep, deep down I want to love people and I have a wonderful sense of humor, make love not war, et cetera et cetera.


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[a porg]

The Sorting Hat

Diamond Wales

I believe the sun should never set upon an argument
I believe we place our happiness in other people's hands
I believe that junk food tastes so good because it's bad for you
I believe your parents did the best job they knew how to do


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Fɪʀsᴛ Yᴇᴀʀ || Uɴsᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ || Mᴜɢɢʟᴇ-Bᴏʀɴ

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Eli was slightly disappointed by the fact that it was a hat, and not some sort of peril that he had to face to be sorted. However, he decided to buck up and step forward when the professor called his name. Giving some of the others a wave and a nod, he sat on the stool and waited for his house to be announced.


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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a bit eccentric. I tend to be odd and say some off the wall things, but they completely make sense in my head. As such, I tend to be alone most of the time, which is fine with me. I also happen to be a bit clever, as I try to reason things through and figure out what some things are. My leaps of logic might make no sense for anyone, but they make perfect sense to me. I am generally friendly however, and don't mind talking to people. I guess it comes with the category of being eccentric, I guess. I can't exactly hate people as a result, and try to find a way to get over differences as painlessly as possible.



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Location: Great Hall
Thinking: Wow, I wonder where I'll go?
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I believe you can't control or choose your sexuality
I believe that trust is more important than monogamy
I believe your most attractive features are your heart and soul
I believe that family is worth more than money or gold

The Professor set the hat down carefully on the student's head. For a moment the hat was silent before speaking....
A bit odd, and a quite a bit clever
I know where you will make perfect sense...
Ravenclaw!

 

[Essy ze Ninja]

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иσтнιиɢ vєтυяєם, иσтнιиɢ ɢαιиєם.





Self assured and unconcerned, Axel twiddled with the loose string curled around the hem of his sleeve. He'd hardly noticed any of the other first years gathered around him, they were all in hushed whispers and jittery anticipation. He didn't exactly know what to expect, Camila had spread so many lies in between with the truth, it was hard to read between the lines sometimes with her. In the end, he decided he wouldn't care where he was placed becaused wherever he'd be had to be the best house possible. Once he heard his name echo aloud in the Great Hall, he gave his step-sister a reassuring smile and strolled up to the stool with a swagger in every step.






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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm open-minded, and I suppose it’s sort of true. Ney, not really, I’m just sort of a push-over. I have this really bad habit of people pleasing, and I’ll walk on egg shells not to try and offend certain people that I’m not comfortable with. Of course, when I am finally good mate’s with ya, I don’t give a piss what you think, we’re already past that. I am giving, and willing to help if I feel it’s necessary (I’m not about to get my hair dirty if you need someone to degnome a bloody garden for you.) But I stand up for my friends when they need most, I don’t like to see them bullied. I’m brutally honest, and I’m rowdy. I love to fight and all that rubbish, but I love to argue (mostly cursing though.) My arguments aren’t ever quite the most sensible, I have a bit of a problem with exaggerating-- it’s not as bad as what Cami says, though. Don’t believe her either, she’s a bloody liar...

Anyway, what else is there to say about me? I’m cynical, I don’t try to be, but in the back of my mind I’m always thinking the worst in people, I know it’s not true though, I mostly do it to make myself feel better about myself. Camila says I’m self absorbed, and I’m Mr. High-and-Mighty. But, she’s a liar, so.. Don’t believe her. I’m good hearted, really. I’m actually kind of shy, and I’m easily intimidated around girls I fancy. I am adventurous, though and I like to try new things, I want to go skydiving one day when I’m older-- but I could probably do something like that on a broom once in I’m in school, aw’right!

Oh, anyway, back to me, I’m competitive, and full of energy, I hate sitting around for too long in one place, even if it means the only thing I have to do is clean. I can only sit and watch the telly for so long before I get bored and run outside to play. I don’t really like to read yet, but I’m good at it. I can’t spell though, and I’m actually pretty terrible in academics. I’m not sure why. Oh, Merlin, I’m a lover of food, I guess that falls into my trying new things though, huh. Am I just backing around in circles..? No, wait, I have more.. really, I do... I swear..... I’m... uh.. creative... wait..... I.... no, I guess that’s it.

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11 years old Ψ 4'9" Ψ 86lbs Ψ halfblood
Great Hall, Sorting Feast, Under the Hat
Dressed in: black plain school robes
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[Essy ze Ninja]

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Camila perked at the sound of her brother's name; she watched him go quietly. His smile hadn't soothed her nerves. She watched and waited, a loud hum resonated in the drums of her ear and beat mercilessly upon her. She squirmed in her shoes, tugged at her hair. Behind her, she thought she heard a crowd of students laughing and, the smallest part of her wondered, are they laughing at me? She shook it off quick enough. By then, her name was called and a tugging lull of silence drenched the Great Hall. Slow, pitter patter footfalls carried her to the stool. Wait, where was Axel placed? I wasn't even paying attention! She mentally chastised herself. It was the only thing in her mind as she approached the hat.



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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quirky, or so I’m told. I’m very indecisive, and I don’t like to be in charge of anything. I hate responsibilities, it sucks all the fun out of everything. On that note, I’m the kind of mate who’ll try and spice things up to make life more exciting. I love to party and dance (though I’m not very good) and I’m definitely argumentative. I love to fight and to insult, it’s like a game for me, I never get insulted and nobody should take me too seriously. But I can be a big baby, sometimes. I can't help it. If it hurts, I'll cry. My brother says I’m loony, but don’t listen to him. He over-exaggurates.

I have to say I’m pretty paranoid, I always think everything’s about me, or everyone’s talking about me (even if no one knows me, or sees me.) I’m so full of myself, I always try and act like I know what I’m doing when it’s actually the complete bloody opposite. I’m loud, and unrefined. I don’t sugar coat, or tiptoe around feelings. Look, lad, if you’ve got a butchered up haircut, I’ma tell you, aw’right? I’m also something of a sore loser, I’ll cheat if I realize I’m losing, or I’ll play with dirty tactics. My brother hates playing quidditch against me because of it! I'll jab an elbow in his face without hesitation! I'm also ridiculously indecisive, especially when it comes to what I want to eat, or what I want to do that day. I like to think I'm manipulative, but I'm really not. I'm just good at loopholes, I have to be, or else I'd be in permanent detention. I'm light-hearted, though, I always try to see the best in people (even if I don't like them.) I'm nice, I really am, but it's a certain kind of bittersweet thing. I'm nice enough, but I'm catty. My jealousy gets in the way of my niceness, I guess.





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Great Hall, Sorting Feast, Under the Hat
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"I like swimming,"

¦Gunilda Stone¦
Unsorted First-year

"Having fun,"

Being one of the last students in line had taken a slight toll on little Gunildas confidence, her normally cheerful curious blue eyes, looking a little worried, maybe even nervous. She didn't know why she was being nervous, in fact she was quite excited to be at hogwarts. Although Gunilda normally quite enjoyed being in the center of attention, something about the sorting. A quick glance around at the other first years waiting to be sorted told her that she wasn't the only one who was a tad bit nervous. Deciding to focus her attention on the hat to distract herself, it came as a bit of surprise when she was called up. I was wondering when it'd be my turn, Gunilda thought with some relief as she strode over to the stool and took her seat, before the professor put the sorting hat on her head. How odd, to have a hat pick our houses, I wonder where I'll go, Gunilda thought bemusedly, despite her somewhat nervousness.

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm clever witty and way too cheeky for my own good, well at least that's what my parents say. I can be a little rude sometimes, but I don't mean to hurt people's feelings, really- I just want to have a little bit of fun, is that so bad? I always make sure to do my work, I'm expected to get high grades, which can be a bit of a bother but well, it keeps me on my toes.

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"And trying my best."

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[a porg]

Oswin Rozario

First Year, Unsorted

xxxxxFor once in his life, Oswin Rozario was silent. He was typically a very talkative person, especially in times where he was surrounded by people he didn't know. But not this time, this time, he was taking in a whole new world. He was a muggleborn, and had never quite seen anything like this before. From his trip to Diagon Alley, to running through the wall to get to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, it was all very awe-inducing. He watched as some of the older students, or at least, he thought they were students, practiced magic on the way to the castle. To think, he was going to be living in a castle, learning how to do magic. It was all quite odd. Of course, Oswin was certain he'd do well at it. He was a very hard worker after all.

xxxxxUpon entering the Great Hall, the first thing the boy noticed was the floating candles. Part of him wondered what was holding them up before he realized that this was a school of magic. The answer was really quite obvious. Would he be learning how to do that? Oswin almost hoped not. If he messed up, he didn't want to set the whole castle on fire. It usually took him a couple tries to get anything right. Of course, the candles probably wouldn't be lit, but the boy didn't want to chance it.

xxxxxThen, there was the Hat. Yes, the Hat, proper article and all. It gave a little song and seemed to have a life all its own. Oswin had to keep reminding himself that he was a wizard and that magic was indeed real. How else could hats sing? He watched as the Hat appeared to read several students names before placing them into a house. The boy wondered which one he would end up in. He really didn't know much about any of them, and so he figured he would be happy wherever the Hat decided to place him.

xxxxxFinally, the professor, or at least, Oswin assumed it was a professor, called his name. To be honest, he hadn't been paying enough attention to tell if the person had ever really been introduced. However, he did manage to hear his name and walked up to the stool and took a seat. He was actually quite excited to find out where the Hat would place him. He couldn't wait to meet his housemates.

Personality

The first thing that people are bound to notice about Oswin is how friendly he is. He absolutely loves making new friends, and can tell when someone needs to talk. Of course, sometimes he can come off as awkward and just scare them away, but that's a risk he takes. Once someone even gets close to Oswin, they notice that he's loyal to the end. He won't jump ship, just because he got a better offer or things aren't going the way that he'd like. He'll do his best to help make the situation better, or at least look at the bright side of things. He's a very hard-working individual and won't stop until the job's done.

OOC:; Yes it's terrible formatting. I know! But why make a graphic for only one post? Waste of my time that is!