The Sorting Hat ~ CLOSED 2062-63

[GrimmDeathEater]

Hi, my name is Kathrine Blake.
People say I'm friendly, shy and socially awkward. I'm not very good at making friends, but I am feircly protective of the ones I have. I will always try and make someone smile if they're having a bad day, but I will never burden anyone with my own problems. I like seeing other people happy.  

[SSJChocolate]

Jericho Blackwood
Year of Hogwarts: First Year l Wand: (11.5), (Black Ironwood), with (Pegasus Wing Feather) l Age: 11 l Pet: Owl l House: Unsorted
Currently with no one
Mood: anxious

This is where wizards become students. This is where the sorting happens. Jericho with every other student will take their sitting to be placed in the four houses that they will be in for the rest of the year. In his mind he hopes not to be in Slitheryne house. The other three houses, he doesn't mind.

Jericho's Personality

People say that, in a nutshell, I used to be Competitive when it comes to some competition ,especially Quiditch, a carefree personality (during his free time) , Kindhearted and a respecting fellow to his peers, very enduring to any challenge, has been very smart with his academic studies, he was known to have to much fun outside his academic studies.

 

[amo10690]

Arianna held on to her friend Nina's arm. It was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her heart was racing as she waited for her name. It wouldn't take too long being her name was Davenport but watching student after student walk forward was killing her. Every time the hat screamed Gryffindor her heart clenched. Hopefully, that would be her soon. She had to follow in her mother's footsteps, she just had to. Her mind kept spinning while she waited. It wasn't until she heard her name that she came back to her senses. She had been squeezing her friend's arm quite hard. She murmured an apology as she left her. She couldn't help but suddenly wish that they both were placed in the same house. With a deep breath she walked to the hat. She held it gingerly and placed it upon her head. Mom, whatever happens I hope you'll be proud of me.

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Having helped her father take care of her younger siblings has made Ari is a very compassionate person. She will always stand up for what she believes is right. She's easy to get a long with and very loyal to her friends. On the other side of the spectrum she's known to be a bit loud and boisterous. She's not the dumbest person in the world but she tends to not like to focus on all her studies unless it's Defense Against the Dark Arts her true passion. Having a good time is very important to Ari. That being said she still usually does well on all tests. On top of that she's headstrong, a bit stubborn, and she always manages to find some sort of trouble; that might be caused from years of playing football(soccer) with boys. That's right she's a tomboy!

 

[mc2]

Seymour Benjamin Ryans
[UNSORTED]

Wand: Curupay Wood with a Pixie Wing Core, Pliable and Bent
Blood: three-quarters magical
Upcoming 1st Year

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Seymour could only shake his head at how Timothy had taken his mostly joking statement about their houses up. He still found it half funny that his friend thought while Gryffindor was slightly more likely he thought Slytherin was a good choice as well. Seymour didn't really care particularly after all it was just a house and the hat made the choice-not like it really mattered what anyone else did. Besides, Timothy could easily have made the guess since he knew the former houses of both his parents. He saw several other of his peers stepping up to the hat and Timothy and Lillith and finally he heard his full name being called out-"Seymour Benjamin Ryans"-and he winced slightly forever wondering why his parents thought Seymour was a normal good name for a kid.

With a sigh at the name and a shake of his head he stepped forward and sat on the stool like the many others did before him and waited for the hat to make it's verdict.

Seymour Benjamin Ryans

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm quick to argue and can handle myself in a fight. I'm used to being considered unusual in a crowd, especially, when around my family from growing up in Paraguay-a blonde father and a strawberry blonde mother with a blue eyed kid does tend to stand out. However, I have also learned to adapt to my surroundings even when I'm the odd one in the crowd.I don't like being the center of attention and easily begrudge others who I feel are ungrateful for what they do have.

I suppose I also have a knack for avoiding studying-which drives my Mum up the wall-along with the occasional disappearing acts I pull. I hate sitting around staring at a book or doing school work, which since my Mum has always home-schooled me so far, drives her up the wall.

 

[mc2]

Oh you should've stayed home.
You should've known better!

Wendy Madeline Chaisty
[UNSORTED]

House: Unsorted
Wand: Hazel and Merpeople Scales, Inflexible, Decorated Shaft,
9 1/2 inches in length
Blood: Pure.
Currently: a 1st Year
Wearing: Plain Black Uniform

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Wendy was more than happy to enter the Great Hall and begin the sorting and was merely amused at best by Mira's claim to only say things in black and white terms and not get upset about things-it was amusing and made her easier to figure out. As for the sorting, after the sheer number of peers who were called before her, she would probably think about killing someone if the dirty old hat dared to lay one brim to actually touching her red hair. She waited not really particularly caring where the others were sorted but glanced at the sorting in shock when she heard the last name Ryans called out. She frowned thinking: It would be just my luck that the idiot former sister of my father, Acacia, and her spawn from that half blooded Gryffindor whatever Ryans would be in the same year as me. Please just tell me that it is some other Ryans or something. She let out a long sigh not really having the time to pay much attention to wherever he was sorted whenever "Wendy Madeline Chaisty" was called out and she was to step forward and get sorted.

She glanced suspiciously at the boy before turning away and taking a seat on the stool and sat primly with exact posture and thought, I will burn this hat if it dares touch me. And for Heaven's sake I better not be put in some horrific house like Hufflepuff with that smiling idiotic cousin of mine or even worse Gryffindor-the house of those with no actual sense of tradition or respect. Holding her head high she waited as the hat began to be lowered towards her head.

You thought you were gonna throw it back in my face,
but tell me how do my leftovers taste!

Wendy Madeline Chaisty

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm the perfect example of what a well-bred witch should be. I willingly do not question the orders of the family, am driven to reach my ambitions and what is best for the family, and able to carry myself with poise. I fully understand the importance of not bringing shame to my family or myself, by composing myself with dignity and avoiding unfavorable rumors at all costs. I have been taught (and agree) there is absolutely nothing wrong with using others to reach your means and it is vital to keep a highly regarded reputation for yourself and your family. I have never given anyone reason to question my motives or intentions, regardless of what they may or may not be, and I plan to keep it that way.

 

[fangbanger18]

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It was a moment she had not realized she was dreading, thought her thoughts kept screaming it is a damn hat how could you possibly be nervous. Still her hand slipped into Jayden's rather instinctively trying to find some comfort, only to quickly pull herself away from him. Folding her hands together she fiddled with her fingers. Glancing around the tables as the other names were called she saw two familiar faces. Her brothers, Findlay and Findlaech were smirking toward her, Findlay giving her a wink.

Seeing them brought her to roll her eyes, the nerves completely gone and now simply desperate to get this over with. She had no reason to coware or anything, much less with her older siblings watching over her from a safe distance. By the time her name was called her normal attitude had returned and she smirked fixing a loose strand of hair as she walked up to the front. Looking down at where she was expected to sit she scoffed, it was unflattering,"Is it that difficult to get a more suited chair?" she complained before taking a seat and having the hat placed on her head. Oh, this thing is filthy! Better not ruin my hair...

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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Distant, stuck up, and rude are few words that describe this young lady. Many get a first impression that perhaps is not truly what she is like, but she does not care. Rather apathetic she does not concern herself much with others if it is of no advantage to her. Selfish and greedy in some ways, Gen tends to be rather ruthless when she wants something. But she is not naive nor rash, always meticulous when choosing or deciding a course of action. Every thing she does is not without thought or consideration, most certainly it is not without some personal gain.
Though behind this cold exterior lies another person. With a fascination for creatures, she prefers the company of other magical things than worrying herself with matters of witches and wizards.

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[hulusis]

► First Year ◄ ► House ◄ ► Half-Blood ◄

♪ you are a catch 22, either way i miss out
all of the grief i give you, is energy i can live without
but i could stand you one more night



xxxxx Henry entered the Great Hall, glanced to the left and to the right, and smiled. It was pretty awesome, he'd have to admit. Way more awesome then he thought it would be. Well, that's why he thought, until he was called up to be sorted. Being near the top of the list of the first students called was nerve-wracking, to say the least, but Henry would rather be the near the beginning than near the end. Standing in a crowd of 11 year olds that he didn't know was nice and all, but since he was called near the beginning, he could just get sorted and go sit down at his table and talk to people who might actually want to talk to him instead of listening to people argue behind him. Wendy and Genevieve were called before him, but Henry became the third of the group of first years that he'd arrived with to be called forth.

xxxxx Henry had a talk with his father before he left for school, about the different houses. His father had said that whatever house Henry was in would be sufficient because he was proud of Henry, but that was probably because his farther was a Hufflepuff. There was family history there, but Henry knew that he wasn't good enough for Hufflepuff. He wanted to be in a cool house, but he wasn't particularly smart enough to be considered for Ravenclaw. That left Gryffindor and Slytherin. Personally, he'd be happy in either, but Henry wasn't brave. So did that mean he'd be in Slytherin? Sure, some of his qualities were... not well looked upon, especially when he was younger, but that didn't necessarily mean that he belonged in Slytherin, did it? And even now, he was slightly nicer than he had been all year. Henry noticed that he was letting what other people think of houses get in his head. No, he couldn't be doing that. He shook off his nerves, then went up to the stool and sat down, awaiting the future.



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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm highly pretentious. When I was born, my mother left for a couple years and so my dad gave me everything that I wanted or could have. For a while, I didn't know the word no. I did what I please. He could never keep a nanny. I screamed my head off. Mom came back and had my sister and my two brothers and left again, and I was a jerk to them. I was about four years older than my sister, so I would always bite her when I didn't like what she was doing and lock her out of the house. When I got to school, I realized how idiotic other kids were and automatically thought myself better. And I mean, I could play sports better. Nothing wrong with thinking the truth. I have my moments though, where I'm not a narcissistic jerk. They're becoming more frequent, which is okay, I guess. I can be nice, to friends. Thankfully, I’m aware of what a jerk-face I can be at times, which I guess, I can use to my benefit.



Where: Great Hall
With: no one, really
Mood: Slightly Nervous
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[murruelecreuset]

Location: Antechamber -> Great Hall (Sorting)

Mira didn’t know what to make of her fellow classmates. They were severely annoying from what she could tell. How could her sister handle these people? They were either to happy or just plan brats. Mira didn’t understand it was there no happy medium. Regardless of how she felt about the matter, the young blond waited for her name to be called.

Truthfully the longer Mira waited the more she felt nervous. It began to make her question her feelings. ‘Why am I nervous…? I shouldn’t be nervous… I know where I’m going.’ She tried to assure herself. Truth was she used to be like her sister which meant she should be in Gryffindor. However now she acted like a Slytherin a place where people like Wendy would go. Honestly she wasn’t so sure if she wanted to be in a house full of… those people.

"Mira Mitchell!"

Suddenly her name was called… and Mira felt like she was shaking. Walking slowly up to the stool she took a seat trying to remain steady. The last thing she needed was for Wendy to question her on it. As the hat was placed on her head Mira could think of only one thing. ‘Please put me in the right place… I don’t want to deal with anyone… I just want to be left alone to do what I want…’

Mira Mitchell

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a rather angry person. Granted I wasn't always that way. Yeah I know it's a shock, I used to be like my sister, happy and kind towards others. Now I couldn't say a nice thing if I tried, I'm certainly not brave like her, not that I want to be. All I want to be is me... I just wish I didn't act like such a coward not that I'll ever show it. No, I'll never show my weakness...

I despise my sister Grace for the death of our mother and I won’t let her forget it. If I had to choose I would gladly take my mother back in a heartbeat. I also hate my sister Leonette she’s always getting in the way of me letting out my frustration. Though I guess my sister protecting me from a bunch of vampires helped our relationship a bit. Solving all my problems with fights I don’t back down and won’t let others tell me how it’s going to be. With that said I am also quite opinionated.

Status: Nervous... Why am I so nervous...?
With: Other first years... Sorting Hat, Deputy Headmaster

Wearing: Plain Black Robs

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