The Sorting Ceremony of Peter PettigrewPeter Pettigrew's Sorting Hat CeremonyMore Like This
"Pettigrew Peter!" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted through the Great Hall. A plump, stout boy made his way to the stool where the old and rugged Sorting Hat laid lazily. The transfiguration professor put the hat into his head, it slipped down his small pointed nose and then the hat began to talk.
"Hmm what a soft young boy. Oh, someone who worshipped his friends! Can't stand on your own eh?"
"Er, what? Are you Mr Hat talking to me? Y-you talk?" Peter whispered, voice shaking, his watery eyes going narrow on the pitch black inside of the hat.
"Of course young man! You have a great deal of weakness and should be careful of opportunities that rose, siding with the strongest and appear to be the winner isn't always the thing one should consider. Time will come and regrets would drive you down. The Hufflepuff House may teach you the value of loyalty so you better be in"
"I-I don't get a thing Mr Hat." He exclaimed before the voic
The Sorting Ceremony of Remus LupinRemus Lupin's Sorting CeremonyMore Like This
"Lupin Remus John!" Professor Minerva McGonagall called; her voice rang through the vast Great Hall. A pale boy with light brown hair slowly made his way to the stool and sat. McGonagall put the Sorting Hat into his head and he shut his eyes for a moment. Inside smells like an old cabinet it reminds him of some wardrobe where bogarts live. Remus had long feared them, well who doesn't? His mind was filled with many random thoughts as he opened his eyes and stared blankly at the black empty space.
"and great mind. You are such a smart boy, also unafraid but a bit off guard. Hmm you tend to keep things by yourself"a voice murmured inside.
"Ah, yes. I'm sorry I wasn't listening and yes, thank you." Remus said as he stared in awe.
"You could do well in Ravenclaw. It can train your mind in better ground!" the voice said again.
"B-but my friends are all confident they'll be in Gryffindor. In fact, one of us already made i
The Sorting Ceremony of Sirius BlackSirius Black's Sorting CeremonyMore Like This
"Black Sirius!" Professor Minerva McGonagall read aloud from the parchment she was holding. A faint whispers and girls chuckles is heard as a handsome young boy walked, his lustrous black hair gracefully waving behind him, he swallowed then sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on his head and for a moment, there was silence. He was a little tense but he doesn't want anyone to see it. Cold drop of sweats are forming on his forehead the same thought was ringing on his mind, his heart pounding.
"A boy of great chivalry and aristocratic grace. Slytherin can help you" the voice said but was cut when Sirius suddenly but in,
"I don't wanna be in Slytherin. I don't wanna be on the same rotten house all of my family were. My friends and I all agree and are...q-quite confident that we'll make it to Gryffindor." He said his voice a little shaky but with high esteem.
"You are a brave, clever and enthusiastic boy. I can as well sense there really is
A Spell Gone Wrong, Part 1 of 2Hermione Granger felt that some non-magical things were worth holding onto. Still-pictures, for example. She loved staring at an old picture and being able to memorize every detail, which you really couldn't do with a magicked photograph. Most of the pictures she had of Ron would never keep still, but the muggle photographs from their wedding were her favorite: she loved gazing at them until her eyes blurred, memorizing his freckles and where they were placed on his skin, the way his hair fell into his eyes just so, the familiar curve of his long nose. And that's what she found herself doing on a chilly, bright winter morning. Huddled into her sheets, she clutched her wedding pictures and flipped through them. There was Harry, looking proudly exhausted, so soon after the Great War and all of its losses. And there were Luna and her father, both completely out of place at any wedding, let alone a muggle one.More Like This