☆ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ : ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☆

[Takara]

~Aloe Longbottom
Outside of Hogwarts-the Great Hall | To be Sorted | 17 | Halfblood | Female | Scorpius ___________________________________________________

Aloe pulled herself from under the table, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed her unfortunate dive. She let out her breath when she saw that it was unlikely anyone had seen it. Thanks, she mouthed, accepting Scorpius' hand before taking her toad back, tucking it safely into a pocket. She held back a snarky response about letting her go through all that when he had a trained owl, as her attention was once again pulled to the front of the room.

She frowned at the headmistress' words about the hat having an argument. She'd read about it, but she'd thought it had been a metaphor, a hyperbole, not a real talking hat. She took note of the table placements, then watched a a boy with tousled hair get called and shuffle to the front. A Potter boy, interesting... She paid careful attention, not wanting to mess it up when her turn came.

[Litwick]

♚ 𝐳𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ♚
♚loc. the great hall ♚ house. to be sorted ♚ age. 18 ♚ bloodtype. pureblood ♚ gender. female ♚ tag(s). michelle
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she listened to michelle breifly while watching the sorting hat shout out the house. watching the boy, she stayed silent, seeing as the othe girl had no intentions of continuing the conversation, she kept to herself. she was quite awkward, after all-she couldn't ever make friends as easily as others. however, her intention was there. and right now, there was simpy nothing else to talk about, so she supposed she'd leave it at that..

the brunette watched mcgonagall look at her list, to announce the next name. she was on edge, anxiety rubling in her stomach, she held onto apollo. nervousness was clear in her features, she just hoped she'd be sorted into a house of her family's history.

[Litwick]

ᴍɪɴeʀᴠᴀ ᴍᴄɢᴏɴᴀɢᴀʟʟ

loc. the great hall
ment. scorpius

the woman nodded as the boy sat at his table, before turning back to the parchement roll in her frail hands. she opened it up to look at the names, next on the list: was the first-born malfoy. she smiled, remembering draco's first time at hogwarts, and how the sorting hat chose his house- without even landing on his head.

"next up.. is scorpius hyperion malfoy."

[Litwick]

♜ 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖍𝖞𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 ♜
♜loc. outside of hogwarts - the great hall ♜ house. to be sorted ♜ age. 19 ♜ bloodtype. pureblood ♜ gender. male ♜ tag(s). aloe
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the boy smiled through his teeth-sharp canines showing as he mouthed a quick 'no problem'. his owl too cooed, as if saying 'your welcome'. with a small wave, the bird silenced itself, and he turned back to her. he had to admit-he had accidentally let his hand linger in hers for a few more seconds than needed be-but he couldn't help it.

watching james, sit at his own table, he was quite nervous for his own sorting. he held his breath almost- letting it go once minerva called upon him. he tensed.

shooting aloe a small nervous smile, and a 'see you later', he headed over to the stool. the white-haired boy allowed her to place the hat on his head, waiting anxiously.

[Litwick]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴛ

ment. scorpius

the hat-again, was quite stalled. "oh.. the malfoy bloodline.." the hat began. humming to itself as it decided. "you're quite the book keeper? aren't you. you'd do ravenclaw good...but that's not where your desires lie" the hat went on. and after a few more pondering moments, it started again. "this is a tough decision..yet so easy. by putting you where i've decided, you will do great things, and probably become the house leader. now, it's best to put you in slytherin, and continue your family's history." the hat stalled.

[Litwick]

♜ 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖍𝖞𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 ♜
♜loc. outside of hogwarts - the great hall ♜ house. slytherin ♜ age. 19 ♜ bloodtype. pureblood ♜ gender. male ♜ tag(s). none ♜ ment. aloe ♜
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the boy seemed relieved to hear he was sorted into his father-and mother's-previous house. his heart stopped racing as he stood, and hades returned to his shoulder. he took careful strides toward the slytherin table, eyes narrowed in thought as he sat upon the oak wood bench.

he watched the students from there, pondering and guessing aimlessly, who would end up where. then, his eyes turned back to aloe. his gaze was soft as he watched her, the image of her clumsily diving under the table after her toad-in which he had-replayed in his mind, and caused a chuckle to fall from his light lips. he had created friends with someone here. however, he doubted the bright girl would be placed in his house-after all, she didn't seem the type to be.

he just hoped they'd remain friends.

[Litwick]

ᴍɪɴeʀᴠᴀ ᴍᴄɢᴏɴᴀɢᴀʟʟ

loc. the great hall
ment. dahlia

the woman smiled gingerly as the tall boy took his seet. pure nostolgia taking over her mind, however, she was surprised to see he was too-a stall hat. the old woman pulled her list out again, her eyes scanning over the next name, who shared the same last name. she was happy to see that draco and his spouse had children-and it was an honour to be teaching them.

the woman read off the name.. "and now, dahlia narcissa malfoy".

[Takara]

❀ Dahlia Narcissa Malfoy
The Great Hall | To be Sorted | 17 | Pureblood | Female | The Sorting Hat?
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Dahlia startled when her name was called, but it should not have surprised her. She had just watched her brother get called, the hat taking a while to debate before calling out a house, Slytherin. She frowned, not because of the house itself, but because he was somehow managing even now to be their father's heir.

She stopped stroking her owl and strode forward, trying to ignore the weight of eyes upon her as she sat down on the stool. Even though she didn't need to because of her short stature, she ducked her head so the placement would be easier... and maybe to keep herself from gazing desperately out at her brother, from showing him the concern she couldn't knock off her face.
Maybe we are just echoes of our parents...The thought plagued her, but she shoved it away as the hat was placed on her head.

[Litwick]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴛ

ment. scorpius

the brown hat hummed, "hm.. another malfoy. however-you are different. you are very bright-loyal.. and many other good things. these traits belong to a specific house. but you are also repeating slytherin in your head. why must you want it so bad?" the hat murmured to her. it contemplated, going between slytherin and gryffindor, before finally deciding. going through the girls head, he saw she was brave, and loyal, and he knew where she belonged.

"you belong in gryffindor" the hat finally announced.

[Takara]

❀ Dahlia Narcissa Malfoy
The Great Hall | To be Sorted | 17 | Pureblood | Female | The Sorting Hat?
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What! No, this couldn't be happening. Her nails bit into her palms as she stood up. Though she had defended it to the Zabini boy earlier, she had not wanted to be placed in it. Couldn't she have just gotten Hufflepuff, a house that would take her out of her father's shadow without directly opposing it?

But she couldn't say anything, that would just make it worse. Legs trembling, she walked to the Gryffindor table, casting a brave smile toward her brother as she went.
She slid in next to the Potter boy, eyes already focused forward on the Hat's next victim.