#sorting drabble

[pirateinaredhat]

A Nervous Sorting

William wasn't sure how long he had been standing there, fidgeting with the buttons of his robe and trying to think about what his mother had told him before he left. So many years he hadn't realized that the strange things he was doing at home was magic. He had always thought it was just his imagination playing tricks on him. And now he was going to a school for witches and wizards. He wished his mother would have got to tell him more. He wasn't sure what to expect and as he watched everyone else get sorted into their prospective houses, the more nervous he got. 

"Smee, William," 

He had nearly jumped when he heard his name being called, all eyes on him and it only increased how nervous he was. Still, he moved forward slowly and sat on the stool in front of the school, part of him wondering why this was something that had to be so public. His mind started to race, wondering if the hat would tell him that he really didn't belong there. It wouldn't surprise him, he had never really thought himself someone special. 

      "Ah, Smee, I remember your mother. She was smart and true. . . a Ravenclaw, but where to put you?"

      "You are a hard worker, friendly, honest. . . . a bit nervous, eh? Well that is to be expected."

      "Hmmm, you do seem to be rather patient, and loyal to a fault. I do believe you belong in none other than. . "

       "HUFFLEPUFF"

William let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding, a wave of relief washing over him as he headed to his table where all of his other classmates were clapping. Perhaps he did belong here after all. 

[fastasdash-blog]

Sorting Drabble

Dash could admit he was nervous. When he first got the letter from Hogwarts, he had been absolutely ecstatic. But now, standing in the Great Hall, surrounded by the surreal magic of this world, his excitement was beginning to die down. Was he really ready for this? Was it a dream? Maybe he would wake up tomorrow and be back to the same old, boring life of being normal. But a wizard.... Now, that would be exciting. Magical items and creatures, adventures in the massive castle he was in.... It would be fantastic. It had to be real.

Unexpectedly, he heard his name called, and he realised he had to go up. He tried to appear confident as he approached the stool and the old, tattered hat was placed upon his head.

'Hmm,' a voice sounded. 'Interesting....' Dash was confused. Who was speaking to him? What was interesting?

'Oh, your interesting,' the voice said, a hint of amusement in it's tone. This just confused Dash more - how had the voice been able to hear his thoughts?

He heard a sigh. 'You really weren't paying attention, were you?' the voice asked. Suddenly, Dash remembered - the hat could talk. 'Yes, well, this rules out Ravenclaw,' the hat chuckled. It kept muttering things like 'interesting' and 'oh yes, that will do...'

And then.

'Loyal, patient.... Obviously a HUFFLEPUFF!' the last word was shouted. A grin broke out on Dash's face. He had been placed where he belonged.

[themrsmalfoy-blog]

Sorting || Narcissa

Narcissa was cold. Not the cold that she felt on the mornings that she woke up before the house elf came to start the fire, nor the type of cold that burned the inside of her head when she drank a glass of ice water too fast. This cold leaked into her entire body, forcing her to shiver uncontrollably. No one had warned her about the boat ride across the lake, no one had suggested she keep her scarf wrapped around her neck instead of shoving it into her trunk. She hadn’t wanted to be all bundled up the first time she entered Hogwarts, she wanted to be elegant and graceful just like her mother. Unfortunately her elegance and grace were slightly marred by her small shaking body as she stood in front of the entire school.

The old, lumpy, dirty hat sang a song explaining all about the different houses and things that were rather uninteresting to Narcissa. She was a Slytherin and she really just wanted to join her sisters at the table, and maybe drink a warm cup of tea.

She recognized a few fellow first years, but she stood alone, not wanting anyone who might know her parents to tell them how miserable she assumed she looked. The first name called that she recognized was Chris Avery. He was sorted into Slytherin and then it was her turn. Narcissa hadn’t been sure if she or her cousin Sirius would be called first, but it made sense that she would go first, N did come before S.

As she turned to face the four long tables fear gripped her stomach. For the first time doubt crossed her mind. What if I’m not a Slytherin? The rickety stool did nothing to calm her nerves, as she seated herself and smoother her robes. The hat was lowered down on her head.

Another Black? The hat asked. The voice was course and rough and inside her head. Why wasn’t it saying Slytherin? It wasn’t supposed to take this long.

So you’re a Slytherin little Narcissa? It asked.

Yes. She thought at the old hat.

You’re very loyal you know, I can see you in Hufflepuff. You’d to anything for your family… But I suppose that’s exactly why I’ve got to say- “SLYTHERIN” it roared, this time out loud. Cheers erupted from the table clad in green and silver, Narcissa wanted to run to them and cheer as well, but she restrained herself. Smiling primly and removing the hat from her head she brushed hair from her eyes and tried to float to the table. She barely even heard Sirius’s name being called; she was too busy seating herself between Andromeda and Bellatrix, but she certainly heard the Gryffindors cheering as her cousin joined them.

How was that possible? She was about to ask Bella why her cousin wasn’t joining them when the tall blonde boy across the table turned away from the front of the hall to face her.

“Well Narcissa, it certainly is lovely to see you again,” grinned Lucius Malfoy.