Sorting Ceremony

Oh my. Oh, dear. This was it.



They had all been shoved into boats when arriving at the station in Hogsmeade, and then proceeded to cross the lake, four people on a boat at a time. She was thankful she hadn't fallen! Because that would have been seriously embarrassing, and the thought of the cold she would have caused shivers to go down her spine. Not in the first week. There was NO way. Luckily, her boat made it safely across the large lake, and they were all shuffled into the castle's warm embrace. This was a good thing because, as it was September, there was a bit of a bite to the air and it made her uncomfortable, as she was used to slightly warmer weather.



Once inside the hall, they were all lined up in alphabetical order. This took some time, as there were quite a few eleven-year-olds here. And so many different nationalities! Were there no schools in their country? Or was Hogwarts just a central hub? Either way, it made things interesting. She listened to the chatter of the students, and a sort of calm found her anxious nerves. There was really nothing to be anxious or nervous about. They were all just about to be shoved into a room, stood before the entire school, each of their names called out, and a hat was to be put upon their head. This hat was said to be old and wise, sewn way before the days of the Great War. It had seen a lot of hardship. She respected this hat.



Ah yes, home. A familiar place. But, she had begun getting restless in the past few years and her mother almost sighed with relief when the owl came with her letter. "Overzealous girls need to learn discipline." Her mother had said.



They were lined up at the front of the Great Hall, she could almost smell the nervousness. Her nose crinkled, or was it that group that had actually fallen into the lake? She cast a side glance at them, yet still smiled. She was in, naturally, a pleasant mood. And not even the stench of lake water could bring down her high spirits. She could feel the eyes of the older students behind her, giving them each a mental grade. Yes. They were only eleven. But just you wait. When she was older and had a few years of training, she would show any that dare to oppose her. She was not to be underestimated. She showed this bit of proud fact by standing up straight, chin up, and a determined smile on her lips. She was ready for anything that this school threw at her.



Names had begun to be called. She was somewhere down a long line of people, but they seemed to be pros at this whole sorting situation, having done it for many, many, many years, names were gone through quickly. The only pause was when the hat was set upon the head of a slightly difficult person to sort. Which was alright. Rose was more interested in watching it move anyways. And then...



"Avery, Rose!"



Aw man. She hadn't been paying attention to where they were in the alphabet. Her eyes widened as she stared at the teacher who called her name. Many students had begun to stare at her as suddenly nerves hit, full force. She swallowed, smiled, putting her chin back up, proudly, and made her way forward through the crowd of students, danced up the steps, twirled around, a cute little smile upon her lips and the had was put over her head, and she stared at the inside. She giggled mentally.



Hello Mr Sorting Hat, sir. How has your evening been? she thought, with another giggle.