PRE-HOGWARTS & SORTING
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A Permanent First Impression with ROWAN ALLARD
With my Feet on the Ground and my Head in the Clouds with EARYTHA LONGARD
Lunchtime is the Right Time (For Practice) with KACIE WEAVER and TERRANCE CRAFT
Taking and Eleven o'clock Train Going Anywhere with ASPEN BROWN
THE SORTING CEREMONY
Fern Beatrix Blackburn was in awe. It felt as if her jaw had been hanging open all day, ever since she stumbled- literally stumbled- onto Platform 9 3/4. She knew that nothing should surprise her, she had spent all summer preparing for this moment after all, yet none of her experiences all day ceased to amaze her.
The ride on the Hogwarts Express seemed to drag on for an eternity. The British witch tried to distract herself with a book, but it was a rare occasion that it failed to keep her mind occupied. She gave up after the first hour, and loaded up on these new sweets from the trolley, making sure to avoid the every flavour beans- the Muggleborn was still weary to try these ones. She hummed to herself as she stared out the wide windows of the crimson train, sucking on a licorice wand, watching the sky darken by the minute. No doubt, the seemingly endless ride was soon coming to a close, and the brunette could feel them slowly decelerating. The young girl adored that students travelled to and from school by train, such a simple way; she supposed it may be to make it easier on those like herself, who just now becoming immersed in this magical world.
The more the Hogwarts Express slowed down, the faster Fern’s heart was beating. She was anxious, nervous, and most of all excited for this new life of hers that was about to begin. De-boarding the train reminded her of when an airplane landed, everyone anxious to finally stretch their legs and leave the vessel they were in behind, and the amount of bodies caused a traffic jump. She chuckled to herself as she twisted her long dark hair around her finger, wondering how many of her peers had ever been on airplane themselves. As she finally stepped into the cool Autumn air, the young girl couldn’t help but gasp as she finally saw Hogwarts for the first time. Her eyes scanned up and down the massive castle, and she momentarily felt glued to where she was standing. It was even more impressive than she had imagined, and she had extremely high hopes to begin with.
Heart still racing, she heard a voice calling for first years to break away from the rest of the students. Fern wrapped her thick, dark cloak around her tighter as she shuffled towards the crowd of first years, eyes darting across the group. These would be her classmates, her peers, some would be her friends and maybe some would be enemies- and some she were to even share a dorm room with. The group of the youngest students to attend the school this year were directed towards a lake, where there were several boats awaiting.
Following directions, Fern climbed right into the closest one to her, and once it was full, they were off. She hadn’t even noticed that there were no oars to row the rickety old boats until they started moving by themselves, clearly enchanted. A grin formed on the girl’s face, and she couldn’t shake it off- this place was incredible! Her bewilderment was soon enough replaced with anxiousness; if the Hogwart’s Express seemed to a while, this boat ride would put it to shame. ‘Like watching water boil.’ her mother’s voice rang out in her head. She assumed this meant that when you wanted something badly enough, it always took longer, or something to that nature.
But at long last, the rowboats made it to the other side of the Black Lake, and the first years were directed into the castle. This must be the Sorting Ceremony- she knew it. The Muggleborn witch had been eager to learn as much about the wizarding world as she could before starting school, curious as she was and eager to learn. She was realizing she had read so much, but she was still unsure how they were all to get sorted. She almost didn’t care how anymore, she just wanted it to be over, and was hopeful that they were to be sorted by last name- she could hardly wait any longer, her brain working in overdrive, concocting scenario after scenario about what might happen, the daydreamer in her coming to life.
A... hat? All that was in front of them was a stool, with a hat on it. She was a bit unimpressed at first, but once it came to my life and starting singing, she took that back. Fern swore she held her breath the entire song that the Sorting Hat sang, about the four houses and history, and then finally, finally, the moment they had all been waiting for.
She froze for a moment, and her heart skipped a beat as she realized the time had finally come. The witch made her way to the stool and took a seat, closing her eyes in anticipation, finally about to learn where her home at Hogwarts would be.
"Quite the inquisitive mind you’ve got there, Miss Blackburn! I imagine quite a few children your age consider themselves intelligent, but few of them see the world quite as you do, full of beauty and artistry to be examined, explored, consumed and enjoyed. A young lady like you would do quite well in Hufflepuff, where fair-mindedness, hard work, and empathy are encouraged and nurtured, but I’m not sure that’s your strongest suit. Hufflepuffs tend to keep their feet firmly on the ground. You, Miss Blackburn, seem to have your eyes firmly fixed on the sky above. You are an explorer desperately trying to reach the stars. You need wings to fly, and only one Hogwarts house will help you soar... RAVENCLAW!"
Edited by Fern Blackburn, 23 January 2017 - 08:08 AM.