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.