"Hello, new witches and wizards, and welcome to a new year. I am your Headmaster, you can call me Mr. Utelias. I know for sure this year will be a great year, and I sure do expect great things from our first years." Felix looks around the room to see everyone already starting to get extremely bored.

"There's nothing else required I have to say, and it seems as you young fellow aren't interested and want to cut straight to sorting, so let's get to it!" Felix signals Ms. McGonagall to come over with the Sorting Hat, to begin sorting the children into their houses.

"Now now children, first come first serve, who is up first?" Felix chuckles as kids start to line up.

Casey looks at those around her and shrugs before stepping up towards the new headmaster. She felt rather nervous and excited, though more so excited than anything else. She hoped she got what her brother had gotten, what her mother and father had both gotten. "Casey Andrews," She says with a smile to the headmaster as an introduction. Casey looks to where she was told she would be seated, her brother always warned her of things, and took the seat that was not all that scary as soon as she sat down. She could pick out her brother sitting with the other ravenclaw students and was rather nervous it seemed as he fiddled with his robes.

When the hat was placed on her head, Casey looked up at the brim of the raggedy old brown thing. She waited, unsure what exactly was going to happen, but wondering how the hat worked. Did it tell the headmaster through telepathy somehow? Did it glow the color of the house that you were assigned to?

Casey did not expect to hear the clear yet older voice of the hat speak up. "Ravenclaw," It announced rather loudly. Casey smiled as the hat was removed from her head and the grand room burst into applause, all coming from the table with the wizards that had hints of blue all over their uniforms. She moved to go sit down by her brother, not quite sure who else to sit by. He gave her a smile and ruffled her hair before turning to watch the next newest student be announced, as did Casey.

Nalani sighed then walked over next to the chair. Ms. McGonagall took the Sorting Hat off of the chair for the student to sit down. Ms. McGonagall looked over and asked, “Welcome to Hogwarts young one. What’s your name?”

“Nalani Vane.” Nalani said quietly.

“Nice to meet you, Nalani. You ready? ” Said Ms. McGonagall.

Nalani simply nodded. Ms. McGonagall placed the Hat on her head. The Sorting Hat moved around a little on top of her head talking to itself.

“Yes…yes, I see.” Mumbled the Sorting Hat, “The Gryffindor House is where you belong.”

Ms. McGonagall took the Hat off of Nalani’s head.

“Congratulations Nalani. Welcome to the Gryffindor House.”

Light blue eyes darted as she stood in the dining hall of Hogwarts. She dreamed of this moment since her father George Weasley informed her of the school as a toddler. She couldn't wait to be assigned into Gryffindor. Her father's mention of the house kept her dreaming for her days at the school to come quickly. Now here she stood, listening to Headmaster Utelias. It felt surreal to be frank about it. She could feel the goosebumps under her robes. She shivered for a second, shaking her head quickly. You must pay attention Katilyn.. She reminded herself. Don't be rude..

She tilted her head at the Headmaster's casualty. Do all Headmaster's speak so cordially? She questioned, unsure about the lack of professionalism, though she assumed it was a good thing. At least the school isn't prissy and strait-laced. She thought with relief. Though as soon as he mentioned the sorting hat, a knot formed in the red haired girl's throat. She heard tale of this part from her uncles and aunts.. Though she didn't think it'd look so intimidating. She wanted to volunteer first, but her feet were froze in place and her voice felt like it had been ripped clean from her body. Her nervousness was getting the best of her, trembling fingers giving her away to anyone who decided to give her even the slightest form of inspection.

An ivory haired student took the first steps however, causing Katilyn to squint her eyes. Is that a boy or a girl..? She asked herself curiously. They were nearly 5 inches taller than her, short haired, and although the student held feminine features, they also were at the awkward age where gender wasn't always evident in facial features. She frowned a bit, slightly irritated by the other student's androgynous appeal. When the sorting hat spoke up, Katilyn jumped nearly clean from her skin. I-It talks?! She thought, wide eyed as she stared at the magical contraption. This is Hogwarts.. I shouldn't underestimate it. Though now I think I know.. I think that it's a she.. She nodded to herself, deciding that Casey was most definitely a girl. Not that it mattered. There wasn't a chance that she'd end up in Ravenclaw. Weasley blooded children always were sorted into Gryffindor. A second girl went, though she paid her little mind as she prepared herself for her own sorting. With unforeseen courage, Katilyn took a step forward after Casey and the other girl sat at their respective tables. She slowly made her way up to the Sorting hat. Relax.. She told herself, taking a calming breath.

"Katilyn Weasley.." She smiled, forcing a fearless expression onto her features. She sat on the stool, awaiting for the hat to land on her head and sort her into her house. When the hat was placed upon her head, Katilyn grew far more nervous.

" A Weasley..? Interesting.. Slytherin!" spoke the hat.

She choked on the sorting hat's words, wide eyed and horrified. She stood afterwards, withdrawn from the scene. She somehow made it to the Slytherin tables, eyes darting nervously. How..? Never.. I.. She was panicking. This had never happened before.. How would she explain this to her father? He'd be so disappointed..

Isaac shifted where he stood several times as Utelias spoke. He was trying to pay attention, giving it his best efforts actually, but being surrounded by people, he could do little more than fidget. He'd never been in a crowd quite so large aside from Diagon alley. He didn't like crowds of people.. they were unpredictable. It was scary. He wished he had been more perceptive, because as he grew more curious, his eyes were in awe as he gazed upon the grand hall. He knew he probably appeared as disinterested as the rest of the first years, but he truly would have been paying attention if he was among less people.

We are supposed to take it upon ourselves? There isn't some kind of list? He thought to himself bewildered. His nose crinkled in displeasure, but he stood silent as he watched a white haired girl approach the hat first. He heard the whispers, knew everyone was toiling over her gender, but to him it was clear as day that she was a indeed a girl. Her voice doesn't give it away? He shook his head. He wasn't going to tell anyone or brag about it... he didn't want to be called a know-it-all... The last thing he wanted was to stand out among the rest. If anything, he was fine fading into the ranks.

She seemed surprised as it sorted her into Ravenclaw. So she's intelligent? He smiled to himself. They were known to be a creative lot as well, he could understand her placement. A lot of good witches and wizards come from that house.. use it well Casey Andrews.. He thought to himself observantly. He didn't really care if the girl particularly thrived in her house, merely for it's reputation. He'd read so much about the four houses, and Ravenclaw was all about quirks and oddities... He didn't share that interest however.

Then a small red haired girl arrived to the hat. She didn't interest him in the slightest. Quiet as him, but simple to top it off. He overlooked her aside from the shout of her house. Daring? Couragous? He nearly chuckled at the thought of that girl being either, but he wasn't the spokesperson for bravery either. Is this Sorting Hat really as wise as everyone chalks him up to be? He crossed his arms, giving it benefit of the doubt, clearing his mind of his opinions. Innocent until proven guilty I suppose is the saying..

Another red haired girl followed, his eyes scanning her. She seems far more nervous than the rest, but after she spoke her name he understood why. Ah, it makes sense, a Weasley girl. She has a reputation to uphold.. Gryffindor again eh? He thought to himself, shuffling again as his own sorting approached, in the back of his mind he was just as terrified as the rest. He felt sorry for her as the hat shouted Slytherin. She looked so unhappy. He wouldn't have noticed had he ignored her eyes and trembling hands. Isaac was a fearful child as well, he knew all the signs, and while this girl was far from his level of cowardice, she was terrified at the moment. I could see it actually.. She's hiding her fear well for a girl.. most would have cried by now with that news.. Though alas she didn't interest him either, none of them did to be fair. His father forced him to accept his letter from Hogwarts. Forced him to leave home. He loved his father regardless of his betrayal of trust, remained faithful to the idea that he did so with Isaac's best interest at heart.

Two siblings followed, or so he assumed by their last names. Cousins perhaps? Not that it matters.. we're here to learn if anything.. That was something Isaac knew well. Facts, books, he knew those things far better than people. Grand stories of the good triumphant over evil. Justice, Peace, Loyalty and Love. They were sorted into their separate houses and with his feet growing tired of standing in the same place, Isaac took his own steps forward. He approached the hat disinterested, shuffling his feet until it was absolutely necessary to lift them. He sat down upon the stool, awaiting his house when he realized he'd forgotten something, "Oh..." He whispered it far too quiet for anyone to actually hear, so as he spoke his name he decided to raise his voice to a hushed tone, ".....Isaac Wright..." those still standing could hear him, but it was nearly impossible for those already sorted to have understood him unless they had a talent for reading lips.

"You're rather intelligent I see.. but you've got patience and a kind heart... Better be... Hufflepuff!!" The hat shouted, the small boy hopping from the seat and scurrying toward the table, taking the emptiest slot he could find, away from the other Hufflepuffs who attempted to greet him. He gave weak smiles to the strangers at the table, but was disinterested with the elder students. Studies. That's all he cared about.. A fair chance to learn, and peace within the walls of Hogwarts as he attempted his studies. Isaac wasn't looking for friends, despite his father's best wishes. He was too timid to speak to the other students.. They scared the living daylights out of him.

Ash glanced around the hall, darting from one table to another as she took in the many students dressed in the dark robes she herself donned. Candles floated through the air and the inky night sky with its bright stars was visible in the room, as if the hall had no roof.

It was her first time seeing magic. The magical train that one could only get to by running through a wall; the giant castle that loomed above a darkened moot as if from an old gothic novel; and even the giant man who had taken them towards the castle. It was all so new and exciting that ash could barely contain herself as she got lost in a world of magic that had been opened up to her. She had always wished upon the first star in the sky and on every birthday candle she blew out, that she may one day be able to live in the world of her imagination, with the powers of a witch that made her unique.

The students that had arrived with her were being called to sit on a stool where an old hat was placed on their heads, there was silence until the hat called out one of the four most strangest names Ash had heard in her life. There had been one of each currently as well as 2 grip in doors? What ever that was.

"Ash Derkins.", glancing back towards the women who had called her name, ash gave a nervous smile as she made her way towards the dusty old hat. Sucking in a breath when she felt its weight settle upon her head and silence hung in huge air for a second as she waited for something to happen.

"A muggle bor-", She gave a small squeak of surprise before covering her mouth with both hands, eyes wide and cheeks faintly red as a chuckling resounded through her skull, "Yes, Definatly a muggle born. So very curious..." the voice in her head trailed off as Ash tried to look up at it, a puzzled look on her face. "What's so curious?" she asked the hat, who chuckled again in response.

"A bravery and Courage any Gryffidor would be proud of, and a loyalty and diligence that is worthy of a Hufflepuff... And yet there is something else... No Gryffidor is not right... Yes... I see now... It better be.... Hufflepuff!" The last word was not in her head, but shouted to the hall as one of the tables under a yellow banner cheered. Getting up and sending a smile at the hat along with a small nod she made her way towards the cheering table, taking a seat next to the boy who had been called just before he, Isaac right?

Vladmir watched, observed the dining hall they were in, extremely annoyed by the loud chatter in the room that sounded like a cafeteria. Then he realized, "Oh wait, that's exactly what it is.." Vladmir watched as each student stepped up to the stool as they're sorted into their houses.

First, someone quite taller, and blonde. Vladmir had some trouble trying to find out the exact gender of this person.. until she spoke her name. "So her name is Casey, and her voice is very feminine, I'm quite sure that's a girl.." She looked quite overconfident, but that's just from afar. Vladmir rather cringed at the loud announcement of her being put into Ravenclaw. "Oh gross, Slytherin is obviously the best house." Vladmir thought silently in his head with a disgusted look on his face.

Shortly after, Vladmir watched a red head girl walk up to the stool, before the hat even spoke a word, Vladmir immediately guessed in his head. "Gryffindor." Shortly after she spoke her name, the Hat screeched out Gryffindor, just as Vladmir had expected. He also watched the Headmistress give some type of remark to Nalani like she was already a Teacher's Pet, Vladmir just scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Of course Teachers think people in Gryffindor are the best, just because of stupid Harry Potter." Vladmir watched Nalani step off the stool and run over to the Gryffindor table, like she was royalty or something.

Then, he saw it. Another Red head stepped up to the stool, looking as nervous as ever. "Wow, she is absolutely beautiful.." Vladmir thought as he watched her take a seat. But, then she spoke her name. "Well, off to Gryffindor she goes. Great." But, in the middle of his thought the Hat interrupts. She was a Slytherin. "A Weasley in Slytherin? She surely must be very different.. I have to get close to her. She looks awfully scared." Vladmir thought in his mind trying not to show a look of sympathy on his face.

Vladmir was day dreaming as other students were having their houses chosen, not showing any interest in any of them. He was in the middle of a thought when he noticed he was the next to step up. Vladmir stepped up to the stool without any hint of fear on his face, he plopped down on the stool, confident of being placed in Slytherin. "Vladmir Mortis." The Sorting Hat began to speak. "Yes.. I can definitely sense the negativity in you.." The Sorting Hat states while chuckling. "Slytherin it is!" The Sorting Hat booms across the dining hall. Vladmir smirks, and makes his way through the crowd and sits down right next to Katilyn, ready to start engaging with her.

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Addison stood quietly in the crowd watching as the others were placed, she stood for a minute after hearing her name called, she was slow to make her way up to the stool glancing at the headmistress before looking at the hat, she jumped back when it started speaking even though it wasn't on her head. "Come now dear, I dont bite." Addison looked at the hat, before sitting on the stool, she flinched a little as the hat was placed on her head. "Kind girl, very loyal, Smart...and has the wisdom any Ravenclaw would dream of...hm, interesting very interesting...Though you dont show it, you are brave, very brave. Your place is in Gryffindor, yes that is right, Gryffindor it is!"

Addison smiled a little getting off of the stool and going over she sat beside Erica, one of the other girls who had been placed in Gryffindor, her heart was still racing but she felt more at ease now she was placed where she was supposed to be. Addison looked over at the teachers, noticing one teacher who was looking over at her, or maybe he was looking at Erica, she couldn't quite tell, she looked at one of the older students on the other side of the table. "Whos that teacher? over there." She asked, the boy looked over at the teacher before looking back at Addison. "Thats Professor Alexander Drake, the Defence against the dark arts teacher. Dont worry about him, he's a pretty chill teacher." Addison nodded she looked around the table deciding it was time she make at least one friend, she turned to Erica who was sitting next to her. "My Name is Addison...I'm sure you already know that though since it was announced..." She smiled a little awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I'm not very good at introducing myself."

To say the least, Oliver's expirience so far at Hogwarts was nothing short of amazing. Everything so far had been true to his parents word. A man stepped forward, his voice breaking the constant chatter that filled the air.

"Hello, new witches and wizards, and welcome to a new year. I am your Headmaster, you can call me Mr. Utelias. I know for sure this year will be a great year, and I sure do expect great things from our first years. There's nothing else required I have to say, and it seems as you young fellow aren't interested and want to cut straight to sorting, so let's get to it!"

The man's voice boomed over the rest of the students, and Ollie's eyes widened with an eager flame dancing behind them. He had been told stories about the magic hat, and it's quirky ways, and he was excited.

"Now now children, first come first serve, who is up first?"

As the other students went up first, Oliver watched closely as each were placed into a different house. Oliver wasn't sure what house to expect, maybe he would follow his father as a Gryffindor, brave and proud; or maybe he would follow his mother to a more knowledgeable route as a Ravenclaw. Or maybe neither. He knew one thing though, Slytherine already gave him the heebie jeebies.

"Oliver Strattenburg." As his thoughts took him away, he realized he was next.

Taking a big gulp of air in, he inched towards the Hat.

"Come on now, don't be shy. The Hat almost seemed to smile and Ollie jumped back a bit, although he was used to magic, he wasn't used to a hat being so smart.

Sitting down Minerva placed the hat upon his head and the hat almost seemed to shape around his skull, opening his mind to let the energies flow into the hat.

"Ah, a Strattenburg... Loyal.... Smart.. Peaceful.. You have your mother's smarts and your father's creativity.... I would say... Hufflepuff!

A sigh of relief left Oliver's lips and he quickly took off the hat and scampered over to his seat.

Willow stared around the room at all the other kids, weeding out which ones she might give the chance to talk to, and which one's she probably wouldn't. A man with a fuzzy grey beard, known as Felix Utelias, stood in front of the crowd with another woman, Minerva, who held the sorting hat.

Willow's father had told her stories about his glory days in Slytherin and how wonderful it was. She was hoping to be put in Slytherin as well to continue the Rayne legacy.

As the sorting hat came down to it's last few people, it finally came around to her.

"Willow Rayne."

Taking a sigh she rolls her shoulders back and walks up to the hat with a purpose. Sitting on the stool, the hat was placed on her head.

There was a moment of silence before the hat spoke, "Willow Rayne... Your mind is filled with possibilities, endless magic...Such...Potential... I have the urge to put you in Slytherin, but I feel you would do great things with Gryffindor."

Willow growled a bit, "No." She hissed under her breath, "Not Gryffindor."

"Not Gryffindor?" The Hat almost rumbled with laughter, making Willow cringe out of annoyance, "But you could do great things in Gryffindor, you are brave, no?"

"Well ya, I'm brave but that doesn't make me a Gryffindor." She growled through her teeth, as the hat laughed again.

"Well you are smart as well, yes... Yes... Smartness is your greatest aspect, you have potential to learn so much... Witty, original... RAVENCLAW!" The hat rumbled and Willow's face dropped into a sour cringe as the hat was taken off her head.

"Wait! WHAT? NO! I think there's some kind of mistake!" Willow tried to explain but was shooed off to her seat before she could even talk to Ms McGonagall or Mr. Utelias about it.

"Oh I swear I'm gonna strangle that hat, stupid. Dumb. Hat." She growled making a choking motion with her hands as she stalked back to her seat.

Felix watches as each student comes forth to the Sorting Hat, and listens to each of the Sorting Hat's remarks to try to get a first impression on each student. As Felix watched all of the students come and go, it was really hard to keep in him saying something from the people who acted obnoxious about the House that they were chosen to be in.

"Now, that everyone is sorted among the houses, dig in!" Felix gives a flick of his wand and loads of food pops up on every table, ranging from every type of food kids could only dream of consuming.

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Vladmir pays no attention to the Headmaster's words, because he knows the feast is coming up, and he was more focused on talking to Katilyn. Vladmir looked over at Katilyn, seeing that her facial expression was still quite sorrow. "Hey, I'm Vladmir, I know you probably feel disappointed that you are the first Weasley, but you shouldn't. Slytherin is a great house, and I'm really glad that I'm on it with you." Vladmir looks around taking various food items off the plates around the table on to his, and begins to eat.

Nalani let out a sigh of relief as she stepped down from the stool. She always wanted to join the Gryffindor House since her parents once came to this school and were chosen into the House Nalani was now a part of. She looked around the room and felt the presence of good and malicious eyes watching her as she walked over to the table of her House. She watched as the students one by one stepped over to the stool for the Hat to determine which House they were going to be placed.

Nalani watched as a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes approached the stool then the Hat being settled on top of her head. After perpetuity of silence, the Hat announced, “Oh I see…Smart yes! But your Bravery and Courage out-stands...Hmm alright, Gryffindor!!” Nalani suddenly felt a thud in her chest. Someone else has also joined the Gryffindor House along with Nalani. This might be a good opportunity for her to make some friends. Nalani watched as the girl made her way to the Gryffindor table. She opened her mouth to greet the girl but nothing came out; she was too shy to welcome her. Nalani quickly closed her mouth and slightly tilted her head away from the new student. “This is going to be harder than I thought.” Said Nalani under her breathe.

Shortly after, Nalani noticed another girl with blonde hair and blue eyes approached the stool. The Hat soon was placed on top of her head. "Kind girl, very loyal, Smart...and has the wisdom any Ravenclaw would dream of...hmm, interesting very interesting...Though you don’t show it, you are brave, very brave. Your place is in Gryffindor, yes that is right, Gryffindor it is!" She watched as the girl walked over to the Gryffindor table. Nalani didn’t say or even tried saying anything to the new House member, knowing that nothing would derive of her mouth.

After the other students were assigned their Houses, the Headmaster walked over to the front of the room and said, "Now, that everyone is sorted among the houses, dig in!" The Headmaster flicked his wand, making food magically appear on all the tables. Nalani’s eyes shook in amazement as the food was suddenly placed in front of her.

Katilyn Was barely responsive as she watched several students get sorted into Gryffindor. She felt slightly envious, holding resentment towards each and every one of them. She nearly forgot she didn't even know them. That isn't fair.. It isn't their fault... She laid her head down on the table in front of her, sighing as she waited for this whole ceremony to end. Was she supposed to feel this terrible? She had been looking forward to this day almost her entire life and now all she wanted was to go home.

She noticed someone sitting down beside her, lifting her head to look at her company. Her eyes landed on a dark haired boy, apparently a fellow Slytherin first year. He looked far more pleased with the hat's decision than she was. She gave a weak smile considering she had to make the best of the situation. Just because I want to be great witch doesn't mean I'm a bad person... She thought to herself, I'll have to prove myself.. Prove Slytherin isn't all bad...

She didn't say anything, interupted by the headmaster before she even thought of something to say to the boy. Though something about him got under her skin already. He just held himself so cockily. She wasn't sure how to take it. Sure she was confident, but he seemed to be bursting with it. She wasn't going to make assumptions before even speaking to him though, she wasn't the type. She learnt a long time ago not to judge a book by it's cover.

"Dig in? I don't even feel hungry..." she mumbled under her breath. She was however taken by surprise by the delicious food alining the extensive table.

The boy addressed her afterwards, introducing himself as Vladmir, "I'm Katilyn, nice to meet you Vladmir.." she was taken aback when he addressed the fact that she was the first Weasley in Slytherin. Her gaze shifted to several places along the table before returning back on Vlad, "I've accepted it. I can understand why, I'm just going to have to prove how great Slytherin can be." she added with brief nervous laughter, grabbing a roll off the table. She took a bite, mostly to busy herself, wondering if she would be able to accomplish her own words. It sounded wonderful in theory, but a lot to live up to. She swallowed hard, looking around the room. If she hadn't felt lost before, she definitely didn't know who she was now..

Wrong. It was just all wrong. The hat was wrong, everything. Ravenclaw? She was smart, yes, but she felt Slytherin calling her name, she felt she belonged.

Her dad was a Slytherin, she was supposed to be one too. Right? I mean, she had the capacity to be... But... the fact she wasn't pureblood probably lessened her chances of getting in... Dad could've married a pureblood. Dad could've helped Willow achieve her place into Slytherin. But, Daddy-Dearest had to rouge and marry... marry.. a filthy muggle. She snarled at the thought, gritting her teeth slowly.

"Now, that everyone is sorted among the houses, dig in!" Mr. Utelias's voice boomed over her thoughts, and she closed her eyes with a slow breath in and a sharp exhale. Sorted among houses wasn't necessarily the way she would put it. Food began to pile onto the tables as kids dug in like they hadn't eaten in years. Willow was staring at the food, unsure of what to eat, or if she was really hungry at all.

""Hi, My name's Casey. You doing okay?" A voice penetrated Willow's left ear drum, striking her out of the anger-like trance Willow had been so easily swept into.

Willow's eyes averted from the food and up towards the location of the voice, "Well..." Willow began, but then she studied the girl for a second.

Normally the curly-blonde haired girl would've whipped out a sarcastic remark of high intelligence, but somehow Casey got her attention. She seemed simply curious, not teasing. Willow could deal with curious...And Casey was a Ravenclaw, so for Casey, curiosity and stupidity didn't collide.

"To be honest, I don't think I'm...Fit for Ravenclaw..." She shrugs, "When my dad came here he was put into Slytherin, I thought maybe I stood a chance."

She takes a bread roll from the platter and onto her plate, cutting it open and slathering some butter on it as a small smile slides onto her face, not wanting to totally turn Casey off to friendship, "But... Maybe I can make do with this placement. Might not be all that bad."

Isaac watched the sorting ceremony, seeing as there was little else to do. He wasn't allowed to bring his books to the dining hall during the sorting, consequently boring Isaac out of his mind. He did notice as a blonde girl seemed rather oblivious to the entire scene, though seeing as she was born in the muggle world, this whole world had to be a bit strange to her. He smirked to himself, not a common expression on the quiet boy's face. It was kind of cute how she was so confused. He shook his head, messing up his already messy hair. Man, she's just a girl. He thought to himself, crinkling his nose. Gross. I called her cute.

Ash Derkins? That's a rather unusual name.. He thought, listening to the hat's observation. It had a lot to say about her, but he wasn't exactly convinced that the sorting hat held credibility anymore. He was put in Hufflepuff and a Weasley girl was placed in Slytherin. Maybe it was broken? She sat right next to him despite the several other open spaces to choose from, causing the boy's skin to crawl. He tensed up, swallowing nervously. He'd never been that close to a girl before, well aside from his mother, but family didn't count. He tugged at his collar, averting his gaze from Ash for a moment, "...I'm Isaac.." He said softly, not giving her eye contact as he spoke. He was barely getting his words out as it stood. When he grew enough courage to look up, he wasn't allowed to speak anymore, the headmaster's speech had already begun. On the bright side, it bought the nervous boy a bit of time.

He noticed a boy he'd stood near in line had also gotten picked for Hufflepuff, Oliver? Right? He wasn't paying a lot of attention, but he was pretty sure he'd at least caught the boy's name. The words 'dig in' struck loud and clear to Isaac, being quite the fan of food. He started eating, deciding that he'd already introduced himself to one student, he could at least write a letter to his dad saying he met a friend without completely lying. Sure it was an exaggeration, but he had to do something. He didn't want his father sending him one of those dreadful howlers. Those magical letters were bloody embarrassing.

He sighed, placing chicken, deviled eggs, and mashed potatoes upon his plate, a look of eagerness crossing his features for the first time since he'd arrived. He didn't hesitate to begin eating. His table manners were appropriate, but quite hasty. This is delicious! He thought to himself, before his eyes shifted to Ash and Oliver despite his attempts to seclude himself.

Ash watched the sorting proceed with curiosity, still trying to figure out the different houses and how people were sorted. None of it had exactly been explained to her and she had just been shipped off to the school as soon as she got the letter, now here through she had no clue what was going on. Magic was completely new to her, and despite how amazing it was, it was also quite confusing. Another boy seemed to be sorted into Hufflepuff and she gave him a smile as he sat down.

"...I'm Isaac...", she looked over towards the boy she had sat next to and gave him a smile, opening her mouth to say something, she was interrupted as the headmaster began his speech. Once it was over, she quickly placed some food on her plate and took a bit, grinning at how tasty the food was. "Maybe I won't miss moms cooking..." She thought briefly before turning to the two other boys who had been sorted.

"Hi! My names Ash and it's nice to meet you.", she smiled happily at them both before wringing her hands nervously, "I wondering... Do you guys want to be friends... You don't have to if you don't want to! It's just I'm new to this whole idea of magic and it would be nice to have a friend than go it alone...", looking down at her lap she was slightly surprised. She had managed to say it all without stuttering, a miracle but there had been a lot of pauses and it was obvious she was nervous... Not to mention slightly embarrassed with herself shown by the blush. Shaking her head and looking back up, she stuck her tongue out and rubbed the back of her head, "Sorry, I'm not usually this bad... Or straightforward... when making friends."

As Ollie made his way towards his new table with his house, another girl stormed past him, grumbling about the sorting hat being wrong. Oliver doubted that, the sorting hat had it's reasons for putting everyone in their certain house, at least that's what Dad had said...

Oliver sat down and soon after Mr. Utelias told everyone that the dinner was served. And boy was dinner served. Food bubbled up like magic, anything and everything a kid could have dreamed from chicken to sweets. Oliver's eyes widened, he had heard stories, but seeing it for himself was a dream come true. Everything about this school was whimsical.

Digging into the food, he heard a girls voice ring into his ears.

"Hi! My names Ash and it's nice to meet you." Oliver's eyes darted up and the girl, Ash, smiled over at him, "I wondering... Do you guys want to be friends... You don't have to if you don't want to! It's just I'm new to this whole idea of magic and it would be nice to have a friend than go it alone..."

Ash seemed to pause, almost shocked she had even spoken words at all. Color rushes into her cheeks a bit as she rushed out an apology, "Sorry, I'm not usually this bad... Or straightforward... when making friends."

"I'd love to be friends with you!" Ollie stated, looking her in the eye, sticking out an eager hand for her to shake, "I'm Oliver Strattenburg! It's a pleasure!"

He looks over to the other male she had been referring to and he directed a warm smile at him as well.

Blue eyes blinked as he thought back. Ash had smiled at him when he introduced himself just moments ago, that much reassured Isaac a little, but not enough to be a game changer. His blue eyes stared down at his food, until Ash began introducing herself in the middle of the meal. He wiped his mouth, not wishing to be rude and turned his gaze back upon the blonde girl, eyes shifting as he took her appearance in better. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks, noticing she was a lot cuter up close. She was asking to be friends, but the nervous boy was busy trying to sort his thoughts. You don't have time for girls Isaac! The last thing you need to do here is form a crush.

"I don't have anything to compare you to, no worries." Isaac gave her a nervous smile, once again messing up his hair. It seemed to be a nervous habit for the boy, but his hair definitely looked like a tornado had it's way with it, "I haven't got any friends.." He finally admitted, taking a drink from the goblet. Pumpkin juice? Well. I suppose that's fine.. He thought, before taking a second, sitting the drink down, "I.. I guess we can be friends."

He was taken by surprise when the other boy greeted her with extreme enthusiasm, smirking to himself. He wasn't trying to be smug, he just didn't laugh often. An amused smirk was typically the best you'd get from Isaac. He tilted his head, something about these two just kept him at peace. He wasn't sure why, but being sorted in Hufflepuff maybe wasn't that bad after all? She's really pretty... His eyes shifted to Ash, then they turned to Oliver, and he seems friendly enough.. maybe studying here won't be that bad.. A small smile crossed his lips before eating once more. He waited for Oliver and Ash to finish their introductions before speaking again, not wanting to be rude.

It took him a second before he realized Oliver's gaze had fallen upon him, wiping his mouth once more of food before speaking again, "I'm Isaac Wright.." He introduced himself, eyes shifting along the table before offering his hand over to the boy, seeing as Oliver seemed to use the formality of handshakes. He didn't give them often aside from meeting private teachers, but he didn't want to be rude either, "It seems we're all going to see a lot of each other. Friends would be great.. I hope we all can get along.." His voice was nervous and hesitant, but he was trying his best to socialize well with the others.

Addison smiled Kindly at the both of them, before looking at the food that had appeared in front of them, she took some of it and started to put some on her plate she took her goblet. "My cousin taught me this spell, he said he didn't know if it would work or not." Addison pulled out her wand clearing her throat. "Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum." A white light started to glow from her wand before fading, she looked into her glass but nothing seemed to have changed, she shrugged a little. "I guess it just makes your wand glow. Though it is supposed to be a transfiguration spell..." Addison looked at her glass a little puzzled but put her wand away and continued to eat, still trying to figure out if she had done something wrong, it wasn't until she took a sip from her goblet that she realized that the spell had in fact changed her water to rum, she coughed wiping her mouth putting her goblet back down, she laughed a little glancing at Erica. "It worked..." She coughed again the taste still in her mouth.

Nalani watched as the two girls introduced themselves to each other. "My Name is Addison...I'm sure you already know that though since it was announced...I'm sorry, I'm not very good at introducing myself." Erica smiled. "It's alright, I'm not either. I'm Erica. Eri or Ellie for short!" Nalani eyes widened in surprise when Erica looked over at her. "Hey, that goes for you to Nalani!" Erica reached her hand over the table." Nice to meet you both!" Nalani gave a shy smile. “It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Before Nalani was able to shake Erica’s hand, the Headmaster walked over to the front of the room and said, "Now, that everyone is sorted among the houses, dig in!" The Headmaster flicked his wand, making food magically appear on all the tables. Nalani’s eyes shook in amazement as the food was suddenly placed in front of her. " Whoa look at all this food! Haha I bet we don't have to worry about starving here now do we?" chuckled Erica. Nalani watched as Erica took a big bite out of the chicken thigh. “She must really like meat.” thought Nalani.

Nalani looked at all the foods in front of her. Everything ranged from dinner meals, to breakfast meals. There was even desert! Nalani grabbed a cheese burger and took a bite. Her eyes went wide in amazement as she took a bite out of the cheese burger. The flavor of the food was out if this world; something she never tasted before. Never in her life has she tasted something this perfect.

"S-so guys, how do you like Hogwarts so far? I find it quite...interesting and pretty cool." asked Erica. “I think it’s pretty cool as well.” Nalani said, starting to get comfortable with her new friend. “The one thing that has me pretty hooked right now is the fact the Headmaster could place all these delicious foods on our table in thin air.”

"My cousin taught me this spell, he said he didn't know if it would work or not." said Addison. Nalani’s eyes went wide a little. “Addison where not supposed to- “Addison pulled out her wand, then cleared her throat. “Eye of rabbit, harp string hum, turn this water into rum." A white light started to glow from her wand before fading, she looked into her glass but nothing seemed to have changed. "I guess it just makes your wand glow. Though it is supposed to be a transfiguration spell..." Nalani sighed in relief. If someone saw that she used magic in the dining hall- Nalani noticed Addison drinking from her gauntlet, and then suddenly coughing. "It worked..." Nalani looked around to see if anyone was watching then sighed when the close was clear. “Were not supposed to use magic in the dining hall, if one of the teachers saw, we would get in big trouble.” Nalani shifted in her chair a little looking down. “Sorry if that sounded rude, I just don’t want you to get in trouble is all.”

The Headmaster steps down from the pedestal, observing some students, he suddenly observes a wand starting to glow by the Gryffindor Table. He shakes his head, and begins to walk over to the student that cast the spell. Felix places his hand down on her shoulder. "Now now, I don't think this is something you should be drinking, now is it?" Felix takes the goblet and takes a sip of the rum. "Not bad, but please take note, you are forbidden to use magic in the dining hall young lady, don't let me see it again....5 points off Gryffindor." Felix walks back to the front of the dining room to chat with some of the teachers.

The Headmaster walks up to Alexander and Emaleigh, feeling nervous about some of these students. "Please make sure, you're at least a bit cautious with the first-years, some of them might be of some trouble.. considering rules have already been broken so fast, but I may just be jumping ahead." Felix noticed he was still holding the goblet that held the rum, he took another sip and headed off to his office, to do some paperwork that he's been procrastinating for a while.

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Vladmir had began feasting on the food, he was absolutely amazed. "How could magic make so much amazing food just appear like this?" Vladmir continues to eat various items, trying not to eat to much of one thing so he can try as many different foods as he can, until he sees a random flash of light across all of the tables. "Is that the Gryffindor table casting magic?" Vladmir rolls his eyes until he notices the Headmaster walking over to their table, and he starts chuckling knowing Gryffindor is gonna get it. He watches up at the headmaster, waiting for him to start blessing out on them, when yet instead, he just takes the rum and drinks it! "How ridiculous!" Vladmir continues to eat when he suddenly hears Katilyn say something back to him.

Katilyn had mentioned how she just needs to prove how great Slytherin can be. Vladmir smirked at this comment, knowing in his heart that Slytherin is the best house in Hogwarts. "Well I'll help you prove just how great we can be then." Vladmir states after finishing a bite of Ham. Vladmir's stomach turned, trying to figure out how to talk to Katilyn, he felt really confident, but he didn't know how to get her interest. "So.. how do you feel about Hogwarts so far Katilyn?" Vladmir manages to ask looking back over at her.