Everything had been a wonderful blur since Summer had stepped onto the train that would bring her to Hogwarts. Though, none of it compared to the thrill she felt now as she stood in the hall waiting to be taken to be sorted into her house. There was a bit of fear, knowing that she would have to be up in front of all of the rest of the school. But the curiosity of the whole process kept that fear and worry at bay. She listened to everything that the students around her were saying, talking about what house they wanted to be in.

Being a muggleborn, she had no idea what the houses stood for. The other kids her age seemed to have some idea, though. So, she spent the short time that she waited for her turn listening to them. She heard kids with smirks on their faces boasting about how they would follow in their parents’ footsteps and being sorted into Slytherin. She heard some students talking about Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, and Ravenclaw but she didn’t know much about the houses. Only that she doubted that Slytherin was the place for her.

When it was finally her turn, she was led into the Great Hall and sat on a stool in front of everyone else. The hat was placed on her head and a curious voice filled her ears. The hat was so large that it covered her entire face but if it hadn’t then the entirety of the room would see the look of wonder on her freckled features.

”How can a hat speak?” She whispered to the hat as it finished its song because she could think of nothing else to explain the voice she was hearing. The questions raced through her mind, led on by her own need to understand…

Top House Pick: Ravenclaw
Second Pick: Hufflepuff?

Thinking for a few seconds before shouting out RAVENCLAW is where you belong the house of knowledge @Summer Callahan

Ravenclaw

Being a first year meant that he was going to be starting the best part of his life or so his mother always said that, but with her being gone he didn't really care where he went. So when his name was called he took his seat and the hat was placed on his head. He honestly could care less, his father was a Ravenclaw, his mother was a Gryffindor, wherever he was meant to go he would go to with no problem.

Top house pick: Either Slytherin or Gryffindor
Second house pick: Ravenclaw

After sitting on the young man's head for not more than a second, "GRYFFINDOR! The house of the courageous and brave is where you belong my dear son." The hat said as the Gryffindor table cheered.

@Ezekiel Brydges

Gryffindor

Brandon had been in awe with how Hogwarts was and was trying his best to tune out his faher in his mind who he knew would be calling him a freak. He hadn't been scared to tell people just who he was and how he didn't care about being a muggleborn and knew that many kids had given him looks for being a muggleborn.

The boy had watched from the group of students the hat sort people and didn't get just how a hat talk and he saw that it didn't take long for the hat to sort students. The little boy shook his head and he had turned around and he said to someone. "How does a hat talk?" he asked with curiosity. Even if deep down it was amazing, but the little boy didn't know what to think.

Watching all the kids get sort, he shook his head, even if he thought it was interesting. But he knew his father would call this nonsense and even if his sister went through this before. It still didn't cross the old man's mind their gifts. It was no lie Brandon was nervous because he sure as hell didn't want to be in Slytherin where people would hate him. He spent his entire life being hated.

But Brandon soon heard his name called.

"Lockwood, Brandon"

The little boy gave people stares as he went up and took a seat, and he whispered. "How the hell can you talk, and anything you do please don't put me in Slytherin." he said with a sigh. Even if he knew that muggleborn didn't get placed there. "And I'm pretty sure I don't quailify, because I am muggleborn. So do your worst Mr. Hat." he said shaking his head.

Top house pick: Gryffindor
Second house pick: Ravenclaw

"Not Slytherin but that is a noble house all the same, I sort on traits not who your parents were. But let's see now, I see more Gryffindor in you my boy though." The hat said to the boy upon the stool. Before shouting out to the rest of the hall, "GRYFFINDOR!"

@Brandon Lockwood

Gryffindor

Amara had been looking forward to this her whole life. Her father and mother had always talked about their time at Hogwarts as if they were some of the best years of their lives... Even with the war and everything. And her brothers always came home for the holidays with new stories to tell. So, by the time that Amara had made it to the sorting ceremony, she was a bundle of excitement.

When the hat was placed on her head and she heard its song in her head, she was sitting there silently begging it to put her in Gryffindor. She knew that being in the same house as her father had been in would make him proud and she wanted nothing more. It also seemed much more exciting than the other houses... But ultimately, she knew from what her brothers and parents had told her that it came down to whatever the hat chose.

First Choice: Gryffindor
Second Choice: Slytherin

The hat pondered for a bit as it conversed with the girl it was sitting upon. "A Jordan, huh? I know exactly the house to be....GRYFFINDOR!"

@Amara Jordan

Gryffindor