The Sorting Hat

Roleplay sample here - Her legs quivered and her heart pounded in her chest as the group of students she'd only just met made their way between the tables. The room was filled with the soft sound of hushed conversations as most of the eyes in the room were on them. She could feel panic creeping up into her throat and she forced herself to stare down at her toes to avoid the eyes of all the strangers staring at her, sizing her up and trying to figure out where she belonged.

Everyone else felt so much bigger than she was, taller, more confident in the house they were going to belong in. It was as though everyone else had already picked and decided exactly where they belonged, but her head was empty of thought as she struggled to pay attention as the sorting hat sang.  It had never even occurred to her that she might be put into a house she didn't like or want. Though to be fair she hadn't really thought of a house she wanted very much.

Names were called, last name alphabetical, she watched as the first student walked up to the hat and it fell down over her eyes. Silence.. the air in the room could have been turned to water it was so thick with anticipation. It was a long, terrifying moment, and finally the hat's mouth opened and called out. "RAVENCLAW!" The girl looked relieved and took off the hat and ran off to the table that was applauding her.

The names ticked down, Aila felt like she might actually drop dead there on the floor as more people were called and sorted. Finally though... "Marina, Aila!" Her feet didn't move at first, her hands trembled and she took a deep breath. "Just take the first step, it's easier after that." Her mother's calming words filled her ears and she stumbled forward. She was right.. and Aila walked up to the hat. She felt her heart flutter and her legs shake as she sat down and for a brief moment could see every face in the hall looking directly at her. Then it was dark.

Silence at first, then a soft chuckle. "No need to be so scared my dear, everyone here knows how you feel.... well... I think I know where you belong. Better be...." And the last word was sung out to the entire room to hear.


Desired House: Hufflepuff
If not desired, sort me in: Ravenclaw

"...RAVENCLAW!"

   

Ravenclaw

@Aila Marina

Roleplay sample here - After coming here from Sweden Olena still found herself nervous when it came to being sorted, she had been directed to Professor Vocain's office and was waiting for this hat to be placed on her head. She knew that transferring schools half way through when she was supposed to be in Sweden was mental but it was apparently a good school. Sending a soft smile to the Professor as her nerves got worse when the hat was placed upon her head. Dang it! This was not good, not good at all. Lena had to stop herself from hyperventilating when she heard it sing.

Desired House: Doesn't matter
If not desired, sort me in: Doesn't matter

Sav stood among the other first years as she waited to be sorted, and could feel the fear building up. What house was she going to make? Her parents promised her that she'd be loved no matter what, but the fear was still there, as she had watched from a distant as all of her classmates were called up.

Turning she gave her brother a smile.

It didn't take long until her heart dropped at the sound of her name being called, and she began walking up to get sorted. This was definitely nerve-racking, but she knew she needed to be brave. Sitting, she had the hat placed on her head.

Desired House: Slytherin
Second House: Gryffindor

I see, I see Hufflepuff is your house, yes that is where you belong.

Hufflepuff

@Olena Bancroft

SLYTHERIN, yes Slytherin is the house for you

Slytherin

@Savannah Longbottom

Lazar nervously shuffled through the crowd of fellow first years as he waited for his name to be called. This was more nerve-wracking than he had anticipated. How were his parents able to handle this? He hadn't met the hat yet, but he already felt scrutinized. This was the biggest thing to possibly affect his life for the next eight years. How was he going to cope if he were to end up in a house that differed from his friends?

"Tremlett, Lazar." He heard the deputy head announce. Act naturally. Don't show too much fear. Lazar approached the podium and took a seat as the hat was almost immediately put on his head. It felt intimidating to be talked to by a hat. He just hoped that wherever he was placed, it wouldn't feel like too much pressure. It was bad enough that he was already lower-energy than others.

Desired House: Ravenclaw? idk
If not desired, sort me in: whatever feels more fitting

Nova waited for to be called into the Headmistress's office for her sorting. The young woman was nervous as hell and stared at her hands as she waited to try to calm herself. She did not fit the mold of a Carrow that she knew and wondered how much more of a disgrace that she would become. Once she was told that she could enter she stepped in timidly before taking the seat that she was told to.

Nova waited for a few more minutes before the hat was placed on her head, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she waited to see where she would be sorted. In all honesty she just wanted it to be over with she already knew she would not be in the desired house of her family.

Desired House: Hufflepuff
If not desired, sort me in: Doesn't matter

Roleplay sample here - Keelin Vettel! Great! I was first to be called and I was already a nervous eleven year old. What made it more pressuring and more nerve wracking was the fact that my brother was looking and watching me. Standing straight up and looking right dead at me! I slowly walked up the short amount of steps to the chair just standing there on great display to all the students and my brother. I reached the chair after what felt like an hour of slowly walking up to the chair, I turned around and face my fellow peers and felt the hat being placed on my head. Closing my eyes and trying to will the vomit to not come up and go everywhere. When did I get nauseas?!

Desired House: Doesn't matter
If not desired, sort me in: Up to the hat

A talking hat wasn't what Raven had expected when he'd been told of the four houses and that he would be sorted in the headmistresses office because he was joining so late. The boy had over the summer tried to play catch up with some of the courses. Assured that he could make up the difference if he had a keen mind and didn't allow himself to become distracted; he had readily agreed to join others his age that could do the things he could. Eager to learn more and harness his magic, the Raven dutifully sat where requested even as his heart hammered away in his chest from both excitement and nervousness. He couldn't wait until he could find a way to write and perhaps get a picture to send to his mother of everything so she would have proof (aside from him) that she had been telling the truth about magic, her belief in it and things like fairies. It was both to please his mother and a bit to rub the old man's nose in the fact he'd been wrong.

Then, the hat was over his head and after a bit he heard -

Desired House: No preference
If not desired, sort me in: Still marveling over the Sorting Hat