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      How to get sorted   10/05/2017

      To find the Sorting Form, click on the "Sort Me!" tab at the top of the page.    Before you go to fill out the form, make sure that you have a username that follows our rules. If you don't, your form will be rejected. You can change your name once yourself, by going to Account Settings -> Display Name. If you've already used your one change, you can request a name change in this topic. Be sure to read the first post in the topic carefully so we can get you updated without any back and forth.   Don't rush to answer the form! There's no prize for sending it in first. Please take your time and fill out the form thoughtfully, so the hat will have the information it needs to put your character in the right house.     Calendar: Sorting Form appears: Thursday, October 5th Sorting Form closes: Friday, November 3rd (No forms will be accepted after this date) The Sorting Ceremony closes: Sunday, November 5th, about 10am Central Time You find out your new house: Sunday, November 5th, 11 am Central Time First day of the new school year: Monday, November 6th   (For reference: Central Time Zone includes Chicago, Illinois)   How to get sorted:   1. Register with a name that follows our rules. The registration agreement explains the rules about names. You can also find them in the Rules.   2. Remember you may only send in one form total for this school year. If you send forms in from multiple accounts, we will not sort ANY of them. Then we have to feel bad about not sorting you. Don't make us feel bad, please.   3. Click on the Sort Me tab and fill out the sorting form as thoroughly as possible. The better we understand your character, the more likely we can put you in the right house. See "How to use the form" below if you're confused. For some in depth information on each house, please check out this topic on sorting. (Note: After you fill out the form, a copy will be PMed to you. Please save that because we delete them from our system after sorting.)   4. Wait for a PM from the Sorting Hat. Be patient, it could take a few days. If you don't receive a PM from the Sorting Hat within 4 or 5 days, contact one of the moderators.   5. If your form is: Accepted: Congratulations! You should now go post in the Sorting Ceremony topic in the New Member resources forum. This is very important. This post is where you'll go to find out what the Sorting Hat had to say about you. Don't skip this step! Rejected: Don't worry, you can still be sorted. Be sure to read the reasons for the rejection carefully, then edit your form (just click on the Get Sorted! link again) to fix the problem. Once you've done that, you can send the form in again. 6. That's it! Once you've gotten your acceptance letter AND posted in the Sorting Ceremony, you're all set. You'll find out where the Sorting Hat put you on Sorting day when you can check the Great Hall for the edited Sorting Ceremony.   How to use the form: The form is pretty straightforward and user friendly. Here are a couple tips: You don't need to fill the whole thing in at one sitting. You can finish one page at a time and save it. Then finish the rest later. Don't use your browser's Back or Forward buttons. Use the buttons in the form to Navigate.  If you don't fill out all the questions on a page, you can't save or move on. If you don't meet the word number requirements in the In Depth section, you can't submit the form. Use the "Check Word Count" buttons to see how many words you've used. If you fill in the wrong answers on the quiz page, you won't be able to submit the form. After you've submitted the form, you can't access it anymore. But if your form is rejected, you'll be able to see it again with your old answers still filled in. Still have questions? Ask here.    Note: Section I: Short Answer Please include a brief explanation with each answer. I'd like to remind you all to include an explanation with all the short answer questions. The answers to those questions aren't very useful for sorting unless you explain them.   Otherwise, we don't have enough information to sort you with. (Translation: we'll have to reject it.)     Many thanks as always to Arianna Wright for her hard work revising and updating the form and to Faraz Memon for initially coding it many years ago. <3
Sorting Hat

The Sorting Ceremony

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He just… Couldn’t care less. I mean it was a little interesting part way through the A’s… Maybe a couple of the B’s. But then it just became Blah-Blah is in house Blah-Blah. Boohoo is in house Boohoo. YouWithTheFace is in TheHouseFromThatPlace. They were a room full of children after all! The longer the hat took, the more kids lost interest and began to chat among themselves as they randomly clapped for 11-year-olds they didn’t have a care for.


So by the time they got to the W… Atlas was literally the only kid standing there as his everyone’s eyes lit up. They all stared at him attentively knowing the second the hat assigned him a house it would be food time.


That’s right… They don’t care about you. They just know you’re the only person in their way from the best bloody meal ticket they’ve ever seen.


He reminded himself as he slowly shifted towards that dutty stool. He placed himself down as his gaze pulled to the side slightly trying to get a look at the adult standing beside him with the hat hovering over his head. He was trying hard not to make eye contact with everyone staring at him. It made him feel like a piece of… Meat. He could feel the student mass drooling over him as they waited for the headmaster to allow them food.


It’s a little more nerve wrecking than I thought. Was so deathly boring when everyone else was up here...


But then he realized the hat was being placed on his head.




Because that’s how occlumency worked, right? The hat was heavy, much heavier than Atlas had expected. In fact, it probably wasn’t the hat’s mass that was weighing down on him. Not the eyes of all the students staring at him. The 11-year-old had the weight of another person crushing down on him. The expectations of who he was to be and knowing it would all be formed by the house this hat decided for him. He didn’t get a say in which path he wanted to take and who he wanted to become. Atlas’s eyes caught contact with Riddik as he sat at his new house table. “Take it off I think I’m about to faint.” He stated aloud, his eyes dulled out as he was so far absorbed into his head. Into that pit in his stomach clawing it’s way to the surface. Every breath felt like glass.


All the wands Atlas tried to wield at first denied him. None of them wanted him. He was stuck with a wand he hated and this hat was about to tell Atlas the person he wanted to be wasn’t who he was. Why though? Why wasn’t he allowed to just change into a different person?


I’m not ready yet. I already know what house you’re about to put me in. But what if that’s not the person I want to become?

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There had been a lot of moments in Behati's life when she had been the center of attention against her own comfortability, and she'd been forced to grit her teeth, bear through it, and just try to pretend as though she didn't feel like her soul had escaped her body and she was a mere walking shell of a human—simply going through the motions and trying her best not to let the all-too-familiar clear liquid spill from her eyes and alert everyone around her to just how uncomfortable she really felt. Walking through the doors of Hogwarts's Great Hall definitely topped all other previous moments in her life of evoking that feeling. The train ride had been the easiest part of this whole adventure, and if someone had warned Behati of that when she'd gotten on the train, she would've darted right off and given her parents another hug—her arms wrapped tightly around their necks and her heart beating in her chest at how, for the first time in her life, she was going to experience a portion of her life completely separate from them.


The boat ride across the lake hadn't been awful, necessarily. But considering that she had had to personally row the entire way—thus forcing her to look down into the deep, dark abyss of the water beneath and confront her newly realized fear of accidentally falling below and drowning—the experience hadn't been one that she would've preferred to repeat. Her cheeks were colored a deep shade of red, like a canvas marked with splashes of red paint that the artist decided was paramount to the image of the finished product. The air was beginning to get cooler as it came face-to-face with September, and especially in the dead of night when it felt as though the earth stood still and all heat had escaped it. Her small hands were shaking, but Behati would blame it all on the approaching autumn if you asked her for the precise reason why her fingers felt numb and her arms were limp as pool noodles. The sorting ceremony was not an aspect of her impending Hogwarts career that Behati thought would elicit such a reaction out of her but as the first years began getting their name called, she was confronted with the fact that she wasn't as prepared for this as she'd previously thought.


She wanted her mother. And her father, too. She wanted Monika and nights spent in her room while the thunder crashed down outside. She even wanted Abraham and his corny jokes that she laughed along with nonetheless because he was her brother and she was also corny and secretly thought that he was hilarious.


Her heart was beating so fast and she was so sure this was what a heart attack felt like. She was going to die. Dear G-d she was going to have a heart attack and die right there in front of everyone, and then her parents would find it and cry and everything would suck and everyone would hate her for dying and ruining the sorting ceremony and—




How long had she'd been having her internal monologue? Did everyone around her know that she was about to die from a heart attack and subsequently ruin the sorting ceremony for everyone else?


One foot went in front of the other, then the other foot went in front of that other foot. Her legs somehow managed to support her weight despite the fact that Behati felt as though she was going to have a heart attack right then and there and die and ruin everybody's night. Her body was betraying her, her stomach lurching and her eyes blurring and her legs about to crumble under the weight of her if she didn't hurry up and sit on the stool right now. She, miraculously, was carried to where the sorting hat sat—perched, alert, and utterly ignorant to Behati's inner turmoil. Or perhaps it knew. Perhaps it had been placed on so many young heads that it had developed a radar for eleven-year-old inner turmoil.


"H-hey, Mr Sorting Hat," her voiced cracked. Was the sorting hat a man? Did objects even have genders? "Please put me in the best...place? House?" She was trying to coax it as one might coax a small dog to release whatever object it held in its jaw that definitely did not belong there.

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