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Eretria walked into the great hall with the rest of the first years. Upon looking at the Sorting Hat, she smiled to herself. So that's how they do it. She sat down gracefully and waited for the hat to be placed on her head.

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm cool and detached, analytical. I don't necessarily make friends too easily, as I tend to be standoffish and brutal in my assesment of people, and I don't really like hanging around too many people. If I do make a friend, however, I would do what I can to help them out as much as possible.

No book that he'd read had done the castle even the slightest bit of justice. It was much more exquisite than he'd ever imagined. There were floating candles above the many tables, and a starry night blanketed the ceiling of the great hall. It was nothing short of miraculous. Ben had begun to think of the myriad of charms that had to be at work just to keep the starry night sky looking the way it did. He wondered how many witches and wizards it took to enchant the ceiling. Before he knew it, his name was called and it was his turn to sit on the stool and have the hat placed on his head. He took a deep calming breath to quiet all of the heady thoughts going on in his head, so that the hat may have a chance to examine him better. Ben sat on the stool and waited for the magical hat to be placed on his head.

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Headstrong and stubborn when it comes to people I care about. Witty and quick with words. A sharp tongue can hit harder than even the sharpest blade. I'm a bit shy, but much more talkative once you get to know me. Appreciating friends comes naturally to me, as I've been an outcast before. I always watch out for people's feelings though, and I like to give things a sugar coating to keep from hurting others. People say I'm intelligent, loyal, sharp of wit, and not afraid to take calculated risks. I can be extremely competitive, but I feel like it contributes to my charming personality. I know what hard work that teachers have and I treat them with the respect that they deserve. It's hard for me to hold grudges unless the circumstances are extreme. Forgive but never forget.

Annabelle Humphrey
Unsorted First Year

With an incredible feeling of excitement, Annabelle walked into the great hall. It was full of students. There were many first years around waiting to be sorted. All eyes were on the first years. Annabelle's feeling of excitement truned into a feeling of nerves, nervous about the sorting, and about having so many eyes on her at one time. But pulling herself together, Annabelle walked up and neatly sat herself on the chair and waited for the sorting hat to placed on her head.

People say that, in a nutshell, I'm I'm silly, childish and always happy. But despite me acting silly all the time, I do love to read and I'm told that I am quite intellectual, I love getting good grades... sometimes, I even cry if my mark is lower than the last time, so I am found studying and reading alot. I also love everyone, and try hard not to hate anyone.

First Year ~ Unsorted
• mood: Determined, Anticipatory.
• thoughts:

Slytherin (family traditional),
or at least Ravenclaw please!
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Walking into the room, Juniper felt all the eyes on her. For now they were just a sea of people she might know - who might matter. But she focused on the Hat before her. 'This is it,' she thought. 'Whatever happens, I am still me. It can't change me.' Heart pounding, she takes her seat, 'Surely it can see my hopes... I really don't want to have to explain to my family if I'm put elsewhere...' Juni thinks about the qualities she wants to focus on, as she awaits the Hat's proclamation.

The hustling ceased and Aaron found himself in a large dining hall, greater than any room he had ever seen. Well, this is a castle, Aaron reasoned. Majesty was to be expected. Walking into the room, Aaron couldn't help but realize that the whole experience was fuzzy, almost dreamlike. The murmurs of the students faded to a dull whisper in the recesses of his mind as he looked around in awe. Watching student after student, all with the same nervous anxiety, some slightly more prepared than others, it struck Aaron just how little he truly knew, how lost he could end up being in this place. Less than two moths ago, he discovered this existence of this knew world, other children had been living in this word their entire lives. It seemed so unreal.

The names of the houses the students would be sorted into meant little to him, for he was still too fixated on being a student here. The "classification" still, had no meaning beyond simply a name. He had heard other students discussing the houses they hoped to join, but he hadn't payed them much mind. He suddenly wondered if he should have paid them more attention, should have made more of an effort to converse with his fellow students. He felt very much unprepared, and that was anything but comfortable.

When his named was called, he followed the lead of the students before him and sat on the stool, unsure of what was to come.



People say, in a nutshell I'm Controlled, Cautious, Hardworking, Reserved, Intelligent.

Aaron cautiously asses every situation he is thrust into. He is very much the outside observer. He does not trust easily, outside of his family. He learned from his father, who takes great pains to be sure that he and his family are safe at all costs. Unfortunately sometimes that makes him slow to act, but should the need arise, his cautiousness makes his final move deadly accurate

Aaron thinks deeply and rarely acts rashly. He is very much an “adult” and has been that way since he can remember. While he certainly has the ability to run, jump, and play just like any of the boys, he feels that life has a deeper meaning than fleeting moments of happiness, one achieves their desires through hard work, ultimately happiness is a long term goal, but moments of happiness that might comprise his future are not risks he is willing to take. Family always comes first.

Aaron is intelligent. He tends to pick up on things quickly and understand what they mean. He can tell when a conversation is about to take a turn for the worse or when someone is hiding something. Many have said that when you look at him, you know that he is thinking about something, everything about him just radiates that.

With all that he is thinking abut and how cautious he is, it is plain that he can be somewhat reserved, though not necessarily unfriendly. He may seem a bit distracted at times, but he is courteous.