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 Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:03 am
Sirius Hot-Pink Shadow Fyre "That's the spirit---one part brave, three parts fool." ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║ As Shadow walked into the great hall, he saw many people just staring at all the others as though they were unsure of what was going on. At the far end of the room, Shadow noticed two long tables with a bunch of adults sitting there. 'I wonder if those are the teachers' Shadow thought to himself. The boy's thoughts were interrupted as the Deputy Headmaster called his name. He walked up and sat on the stool. The man then put the Sorting Hat upon his head. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm true to what I believe in. I stand up for those things constantly and don't back down without a fight. I don't really like being around people much, but I have friends that I often help when they need it. People say that I'm of average intelligence and I hardly speak. ║▌│█│║▌║││█ ▌█ ▌█ ▌ ║▌│█│║   Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Shadow Fyre!" Zander raised one thin eyebrow at this ones name. Parents what were you going to do with them  The Sorting Hat The hat barely touched the boy's head before crying... Hufflepuff!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:09 am
Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Dragomere Anderson!" Zander tried not to sigh. This night was getting to him. He needed something to drink. The blond was just as nervous being in front of the crowd as the first years did. But lets seem them do it while missing an arm. The Sorting HatA cunning mind Not to mention cynical You seek power Only time will tell about your friend Hufflepuff will not to you well You belong with the proud... Slytherin!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:13 am
a_engel13 Sebastian Cragus First Year Unsorted [/img] Sebastian walked into the great hall following all the other first years. There are so many of them, Sebastian thought to himself. He continued to look around at the students and teachers. I'm next, He thought and then the time had come. Sebastian moved and sat on the stool awaiting the hat to be placed on his head. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm that shy boy who is really nice. Opens up to only a chosen few and eventually can be an amazing friend. I am really smart but sometimes a little bit to much for my own good. Advice and computers are my forte along with music and puzzles. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Sebastrian Cragus!" Zander was glad for a simple name. When the boy was settled on the stool he placed the hat upon him The Sorting HatYou are a shy one But I see you becoming more Your itelligence could serve you well But that spark I see Tells me you belong with.... Gryffindor!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:16 am
Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Daisy Gaunt!" Zander was surprised to hear that there was another Gaunt here this year. He knew her older brother. Interesting fellow that one. The Sorting HatAh another Gaunt I thought I had seen the last of your line You blood calls to Slytherin But you are not your brother A gentle soul With a love of friends and laughter Brave to boot I know where you'll do best... Gryffindor!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:19 am
Essy A Dante Slip out the back before they know you were there
and at the worst you'll see nobody cares, you don't want to be around when it all goes down...  William Dante Nott the Third From the shadows of the high arched tower structure, Dante had managed to remain elusive as he surveyed the area before he made his way inside. He took notice of the near too silent conversation between Luke and Drake- but paid it little attention. His honey golden rays flooded the area once more, before he stepped inside far behind the rest of the group. If he could feel nervous, he'd probably be trembling in his robes. But the thought of his father had allowed him to widen his gaze, his orbs as bright as the candlelit ceiling that hung above them, as if in awe. But, Dante followe along, just like the rest of the crowd. Just like the rest of them, he reminded himself once the sorting hat had called him. He wondered if it would know. The violent outbursts, his problem, or so his father called it, a blatant disregard for 'right and wrong.' People say that in a nutshell, I'm: a stark contradiction. On one hand, I can be laid-back, easy going, fun-loving, and able to get any and every person involved in any scheme, but on the other hand I have an unruly temper, absolutely no patience, haughty biased opinions, an indefinite lack of morals, and over dramatic- albeit- boisterous tendencies. In all reality, I’m not perfect, as much as I try to portray the image that I am to preserve the family name in high esteem, but I do have a quick wit, and sharp intellect. My father would likely add that I'm 'cunning,' but how can an eleven year old even understand, more or less, comprehend the true meaning of what it means to be cunning- for merlins sake. I'm lucky enough to get by alone on my wit and charm with the situations I find myself in (somehow.) ╔══════════════╗
Location: Great Hall conversed with Drake and Blaire and Luke
Injuries: -
Thoughts: 'I wonder if it knows....
╚══════════════╝ ..even heroes know when to be scared. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "William Dante Nott!" Zander called into the dwindling line of first years. When the brunette boy took a seat he almost mechanically placed the hat upon him. The Sorting HatAs the ancient hat barely sat upon the head below it, it cried.. Slytherin!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:22 am
Skuld HJG Jessica Sassareth Unsorted  (After entering from the Grand Hall....) Jessica Sassareth patiently waited until her name was called. Up until that time the pale redhead contemplated the recent events in her life. The loss of her best friend.... Her family abandoning her after the poisoning... Recovering in St. Mungo's seeing others families visiting patients... And Jess herself being alone. Throughout her life, Jess' parents preached to her about blood loyalty and purity. Reflecting now, Jess doubted the truth of those teachings. Fully regretting anything she had sneered at the so-called lesser families or those of 'mudblood', Jess wanted to take back any offence she had spouted off toward anyone else, Am I any better than my blood...Jess turned her green eyed gaze toward Professor Aslan when her own name was called, Here we go....Slowly, Jess struggled a moment in standing up, her muscles ached from the poison still attacking her. The very pale redhead could feel the eyes of everyone upon her, as she made her way up to the chair. Jessica then sat down looking back at the gathered students staring back at her. Whatever nervousness she might have had were obscured by the mental debate occupying her mind, Never thought that I would be having an epiphany as I go to be sorted. Funny thing when your father believes you too weak to live. Now, I'm alone, struggling to survive my affliction. My best friend is dead, and my family abandons me. The doctors at St. Mungo's are no help. They think that I only have a few months to live, the poison still flows through my veins. But I'll show them. By hook or by crook, I'll survive. I'll succeed. I'll excell. Oh for Merlin's sake, I don't know who I can trust anymore. Some of those who used to bow and scrape may actually be reaching for the corner of the carpet that you're standing on.
I'll have to rely on my wits. If the doctor's can't cure me, I'll have to find a way to do so myself. I'll need help, but who to trust? I will have to be careful as to who I befriend, but who would trust one of my lineage? Who can blame them? All the preachings about pure blood... In the end, it means little. As Shakespeare would say, "Much ado about nothing." Hmmmm... Maybe a non-wizarding source might be able to help me. Most wizards are too blinded in their arrogance to even consider such possiblity. "When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth?" I must open my mind to new possibilities...Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a bright and cautious perfectionist, and I'm careful about those who I trust. Tend to be cool meeting others. It’s hard to get past the emotional wall that I've erected around myself. I have learned that bloodlines don‘t necessarily mean loyalty, much to my own personal pain. Also, my affliction has forced me to broaden my perspective and open my mind to new possibilities. Despite my physical ailments, I must persever through sheer will. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Jessica Sassareth!" Zander called into the dwindling line of first years. Watching the thin looking girl make her way forward he said nothing as he placed the hat on her head. The Sorting HatCautious almost to a fault Intelligence and cunning You hid your emotions behind a fortress A strong will You belong with...... Slytherin!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:26 am
tinymini7 Ardon Parrot
First Year  Ardon was able to clam himself down before arriving at the large room. The first thing in which his eyes noticed was the ceiling, or the lack of it. His jaw would have hit the floor if his hands wasn't already there to hold it up. He was sure that there have been a roof. He have seen it with his own eyes. 'Magic.' Whatever doubt he have left about all of this is gone. When his name is finally called, Ardon nervously walked up to the sorting hat. He's not scare, in fact he's very excited. So excited that if he isn't keeping himself in check, Ardon would already he running around the room like a crazy person. 'I am crazy.'
People say that, in a nutshell, I'm funny and very random. I'm smart, maybe too smart. My imagination run wild, never staying in one place. I love to talk and rarely knows when to shut up. I am loyal to my friend, treacherous to my enemy. My heart is dark, corrupted by my past. I have no morality, and sees everything not in black or white, but the many shades of gray. I always seek knowledge and wisdom and new way to do and solve thing. "Curiosity kill the cat, then sir I said to thee the cat died nobly."
Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Ardon Parrot!" Zander called into the dwindling line of first years. When the first year sat he placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatIntelligence and humor With a strong imagination Few morals but loyal That thirst for knowledge Means but one thing... Ravenclaw!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:29 am
Sailor Tralfamadore  MARCELLO FORSYTHMarcello looked nervously toward the Slytherin table, where his sister Stella was seated, looking up at her brother. "I can't, I won't be in Slytherin!" he muttered under his breath. "Not me, never!" He knew he was not like his sister and did not want to be anywhere near her. Their parents thought that the brainy Stella was a good influence, but Marcello knew she was an arrogant jerk. He stumbled up to the Sorting Hat, remembering to make sure it knew NOT to put him in Slytherin UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. He just could not risk living in his sister's shadow any longer. Marcello hoped for Gryffindor, but knew he could handle any house other than Slytherin. People say, in a nutshell, I'm “fearless.” I am always the first to take a dare or to try a stunt, which results in me getting in trouble more than I would like. But I can’t help it; the world holds so much to see and do and try, and life is too short to let opportunities pass you by! My parents say I’m not afraid of anything except my two big sisters, and I think that is true. I also really like animals and the outdoors. My friends and I really enjoy catching bugs, especially caterpillars so we can see how they build cocoons and morph into butterflies. Nature is just so cool. I think I might want to become a wizarding naturalist when I grow up. I do not really like learning through books, though; I like to quench my curiosity by getting out into the world and experiencing things directly. Because of this, my sister Stella thinks I am stupid, but I am actually smart; I’m just not the bookish, academic kind of smart. I also really love sports. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Marcello Forsyth!" Zander called into the dwindling line of first years. When the first year sat he placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatAnother Forsyth huh? You are a different sort from your sister A love of nature A loyal soul Better be.... Gryffindor!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 8:34 am
Ephendelum   Stanley held his breath as he saw his friends be sorted in completely different houses. Rayne in Gryffindor, Wally in Ravenclaw, Rowen in Slytherin? He was near the end of the line, and subconsciously bristled at the thought of possibly getting into Hufflepuff. He was certain the Sorting Hat would at least give him the chance to be with at least one of his new acquaintances.
He smiled briefly as he thought about seeing Rayne at her table like he promised, and stepped softly forward.
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People say that, in a nutshell, I'm a boy who fits in a little too much. I do not speak out a lot, and do not have a very vocal opinion. I would have to say that I am fairly good at what I do, and forever mediocre at what I don't. People who know me best can however say that I have a rather dark, unsolicited side to me. As a side note, I am also pureblood.
 Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Marcello Forsyth!" Zander called into the dwindling line of first years. When the first year sat he placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatLike to blend into the back ground huh? You're a simple one so far No real ambition in you yet I know where you can find a drive Better be... Hufflepuff!
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2011 3:42 pm
gryffindor01   As soon as Echo stepped over the threshold into the Great Hall she couldn't help but hang back to take it all in. So many stories had been told, and yet none of them could possibly have conveyed the spectacular scene that unfolded before her. Hundreds of students sat around dressed in the school's regalia. Thousands of eyes were on them. And her emotions overwhelmed her.
After being pushed and prodded by her peers she eventually took the first step forward, and then excitedly she rushed ahead of some of them to fall in line. Searching around for Emrys who was the only one she had come to know during the procession to this moment, she stood on her tiptoes. It didn't help much do to her height though. Frowning she turned back to what was going on in front of her, and listened intently to the Headmaster as he spoke.
Surprised, she gawked at the hat and had an immense urge to use her wand to poke at it. She stopped herself, blushing at her impulsiveness, as the first student was called. After a while of waiting Emrys was called and she saw him climb the stairs to sit on the stool. Giggling, she watched the hat fall over his eyes.
'RAVENCLAW,' the hat shouted, and her smile strained her cheeks. She applauded loudly with the Ravenclaw table, happy that Em hadn't been put in Slytherin. He seemed the type who needed positive people.
It felt like forever before her name was finally called. Excited to see what her future held, she rushed bouncing up the stairs and nearly slid off the stool. The last thing she saw before the hat hid the scene from her eyes was Emrys taking his place at the Ravenclaw table.  Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm way too talkative. Then they would probably add a comment describing my annoyingly happy nature. I always tell them though, "I'm not overly happy, you just aren't in touch with the inner joy that lies deep within the core of every living being" and generally they shut up. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Echo Edevane!" Zander called into the ever shorter line of first years. As the girl sat upon the stool he placed the hat on her head. The Sorting HatA chatter box now are we? A very happy one at that Your kind nature Not to mention you friendly one Puts you best in with.... Hufflepuff!
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 8:19 pm
JoshieGlamour  Colby snuck into the great hall, lightly stepping in-between all of the bodies crowding the lines. He had kept his head down the entire boat ride, so he had recognized no faces. You could guess by his movements that he was hiding, but from what you wouldn't know.He stood in line, taking steps forward everytime he heard a house called. "Gryffindor.... Slytherin... Hufflepuff... Ravenclaw." The Sorting Hat's voice boomed above all the noise. Applause and shouts rang out in-between each one. His name was called and all fell silent... He was scared to know where he would be sorted. He had heard Blaire's name being called. He was cast perfectly into Slytherin - Colby knew that was coming. He wanted to follow his best friend so badly. But was he strong enough to be in Slytherin? He rested upon the stool and took a deep breath. He raised his eyes to meet Blaire's. The shock on his face was priceless. That was who he was hiding from. Colby's attendance to Hogwart's was a surprise for his best friend. Their gaze was fixed as both now awaited the Sorting Hat's decision...Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I am able to look past a person's differences, and deeply connect with almost anyone I meet. This ability coupled with my "grand-standing" personality often makes me the center of attention. I enjoy testing my ingenuity, and gaining knowledge from experience. My love for the arts has made me a very expressive, "open-book" kind of person. Above anything else, though, I am fiercely protective, and unquestioningly loyal to my friends. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Colby Vega!" Zander called into the ever dwindling line of first years. As the student stepped forward and sat on the stool he gently placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatInterested in new experiences Not to mention a love for the spot light Protective and loyal A strong heart beats in your chest I know one place where you will do best...... Gryffindor! ((I apologize to everyone who is waiting. I will get everyone sorted between tonight and tomorrow))
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:26 pm
Aoi Hime Sama Aoi Shimizu shuffled onto the stool with a little hop. People say that, in a nutshell, I'm A risk-taker, smart, intuitive, clever, creative, and a quick learner Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Aoi Shimizu!" Zander called into the ever dwindling line of first years. As the student stepped forward and sat on the stool he gently placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatThe sorting hat touched the students head briefly before calling... Gryffindor! ((Sorry all I'm speeding through these last ones. I've already put you behind.))
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 12:30 pm
USMCVMFA122  Draven Suried
First Year
Unsorted Draven clutched her robes nervously.She was glad she was going to the same school her mom was in but was crossing her fingers she didn't get her moms house. Hufflepuff. It's not that she didn't appreciate them. It's just she didn't want to be one. She didn't wan to be a jerk of a Slytherin but she wouldn't be surprised if she got it. Draven could be a little cruel and sarcastic sometimes. Her parents didn't care what house she was in. They said they would love her in any house. Still she had her doubts. With her mom being stuck in hufflepuff and would be the exact opposite of what she had gotten. Thus showing her mom just how much they were unalike. Draven couldn't help it. She bit her lip nervously as she slowly approached the table. She felt like running but that just wasnt her. She was to stubborn for that. She may be scared but she was facing this challenge with bull horns. Just like she always did in terrifying situations. She composed her posture but chewed in the inside of her cheek. Fear stroking her heart. She waited patiently for the Proffessor to call her name. Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Crazy and Ambitious. I am sarcastic and cruel but my friends love me anyways. I love a good challenge and always put my best foot forward. I'm also very competitive. It's usually when my ugly side comes out when I am competing for Some thing. I am fascinated by muggle war history and love to day dream about it.the reast of their history boars me. I am also a prankster. I love playing jokes on people but I always need a partner in crime or it isn't as fun for me. Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Draven Suried!" Zander called into the ever dwindling line of first years. As the student stepped forward and sat on the stool he gently placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatThe sorting hat touched the students head briefly before calling... Slytherin!
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 8:58 pm
True to the end, united we stand... Charlotte Katherine Hattington approached the sorting hat,
hoping and praying with all her might.
Her family had always been placed in Hufflepuff,
but she was still worried.
She sat down on the stool, trembling, and waited anxiously for the verdict. Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Sweet most of the time, and usually shy. I try my hardest not to get into trouble, but my opinions are strong and If something seems right to me I will defend it at almost any cost. Once I know you well, I can honestly say that I am one of the most loyal, honest people you will meet. However, I am not always sweet and loyal. If you deliberately insult my kin or my friends or my opinions, you no longer deserve my respect. I love life of any kind, and respect even the smallest of creatures. Though school is hard for me, I love learning and try my hardest to succeed. Though I am not great with book learning, I love sports and have dreamed of playing Quidditch since I was four. ((Edited)) ...so I stand by my friends.
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Posted: Sun Aug 07, 2011 9:05 pm
KlutzyChild Charlotte Katherine Hattington approached the sorting hat, hoping and praying with all her might. Her family had always been placed in Hufflepuff, but she was still worried. She sat down on the stool, trembling, and waited anxiously for the verdict.Quote: People say that, in a nutshell, I'm Sweet most of the time, and usually shy. I try my hardest not to get into trouble, but my opinions are strong and If something seems right to me I will defend it at almost any cost. Once I know you well, I can honestly say that I am one of the most loyal, honest people you will meet. However, I am not always sweet and loyal. If you deliberately insult my kin or my friends or my opinions, you no longer deserve my respect. I love life of any kind, and respect even the smallest of creatures. Though school is hard for me, I love learning and try my hardest to succeed. Though I am not great with book learning, I love sports and have dreamed of playing Quidditch since I was four. ((Sorry that there's no format... I wanted to quickly post to get into this year. I will make it nicer in time wink )) Who am I with? Ophelius, my coworkers...all of Hogwarts How am I feeling? A little nervous, excitedOn my mind? Oh god what have I gotten myself into "Charlotte Hattington!" Zander called into the ever dwindling line of first years. As the student stepped forward and sat on the stool he gently placed the hat upon their head. The Sorting HatThe sorting hat touched the students head briefly before calling... Hufflepuff!
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