|Professor Beatrice Byrne|Transfiguration Professor|Deputy Headmistress|The Great Hall|Tags: First Years and Sydney|
Beatrice nearly stopped breathing after she read the first name - it was her nephew, Patrick. His resemblance to her sister Elisa pricked her in the heart. She couldn't deny her surprise when he was sorted into Slytherin; her sister had been a Hufflepuff, and her brother-in-law a Wampus. She forced herself through the list of first years and transfer students, keeping a cold, detached tone per the usual.
|Sydney Sinclair|Unsorted|Fourth Year|The Great Hall|Tags: First Years and Professor Byrne|
Sydney could have sworn she'd stopped breathing when they reached the Ss.
"Sinclair, Sydney."
Sydney's stomach did a backflip as she forced her shaky legs to move to the front of the room. Her skin prickled when eyes turned her way, but she did her best to ignore them, refusing to look at the crowd. She kept her head up and her gaze forward, trained on a spot on the wall behind the High Table. When she'd successfully reached the head of the room, she stiffly seated herself upon the stool. She actually flinched when the Sorting Hat was placed over her head. She kept her deep brown eyes trained on the oaken double doors at the back of the room; she was certain she'd panic or hurl or something along those lines if she made herself look at the tables full of people stretched out before her. As it was, she was breathing so fast and shallow that she might as well have been hyperventilating. All of those eyes, watching me... She closed her own eyes and took a steadying breath before opening them once more. Alright, Sydney. Calm down, you've got this. It's not as scary as you think; you're just overthinking things, as usual.
Hmm... very interesting.
Though she knew it was just the Hat speaking into her mind, she nearly jumped nonetheless.
You'd make a fine Ravenclaw. A strong thirst for learning, creative, academically motivated, yes, yes... the Hat sounded almost bored as it analysed her. Hmm... but there's something, yes, I can see it now. You're not as timid as you might think, child. Oh well... better be "GRYFFINDOR!" the last word was shouted across the hall, earning a copious amount of loud clapping and whooping from the excitable Gryffindor table.
"Wh-What!?" a voice squeaked in shock, earning a few snickers from the Slytherin table. It took Sydney a couple of moments to realise that the voice was, in fact, hers. As if in a haze, her shaking legs carried her to join her new housemates at the Gryffindor table. She sat a bit further away from the majority of students; preferring to be as isolated as possible to let the new information sink in. I'm a Gryffindor. Me, Sydney Sinclair, a Gryffindor.
|Killian Errested|Slytherin|Quidditch Captain|Sixth Year|The Great Hall|Tags: Minty, Noble|
Killian clapped along with his housemates as some of the new students were sorted into Slytherin. His stomach rumbled, leading him to wonder when the Sorting would finish so that they could eat. "I'm starving," he whispered to Minty. "Hopefully this'll be over with soon." The thought occurred to him that his twin siblings would be up there next year, and he smiled a bit. His smile turned into a smirk when a new student - a transfer, by the look of her - was sorted into Gryffindor and let out a surprised squeak. He couldn't help but snicker at that, until Professor Byrne silenced him with a steely glare.