by Galeslash7 » Sun Dec 13, 2020 2:16 pm
Sylvia Cho Chang, Daughter of Cho Chang, 19, to-be-sorted, Location: Great Hall, Mentions/Tags: None
Sylvia had had quite the day. Her parents had dropped her off at Platform 9 and 3/4 and she had rushed onto the train at the last possible moment, lugging all her things behind her. She had then found a compartment with several of her friends that she knew because her parents knew them. The conversation had been, well, awkward. The only reason they knew each other was because of their parents. Still, they had laughed together and gotten some pretty good food from a little cart. She had exited quickly and excitedly with all her possessions in tow, including Xavier, her barn owl. It was collected and she took an enjoyable trip in some cute little rowboats with students she knew only by last name. She had heard all this from her mother, of course, but it still was exciting to see for herself. The castle looked huge and she wondered how she would not get lost.
Soon, they were ushered into the halls and Sylvia stared around in wonder. It was huge! Would she be smart enough for this place? They would learn so much here! She saw the painting people moving around and whispering and saw, briefly, the stairs move. It was everything she had ever hoped. So far. She knew she would learn lots too, not just what her mother taught her. She walked in wonder and almost unconsciously towards two huge doors. The Great Hall. They walked in and Sylvia recalled everything she had learned about the largest part of Hogwarts. It was more than she could ever imagined. That is when the sorting began. She watched the others go, eager for her turn. She hoped she was selected for exactly the right one, no matter what she thought of it!
Michael Wood, Son of Oliver Wood, 19, to-be-sorted, Location: Great Hall, Mentions/Tags: None
Michael had so far remained unimpressed. Wow a magic wall. That's nice. Oh, a train? Golly, he had never seen any of those before. He stowed away his few possessions, and his broom. The one thing he and his father had in common. He sat with some of the more rowdy boys on the train, trying to get to know those who would be popular. He knew he would become one of them soon. He talked with everyone, seeming kind and helpful, you know the usual. But mostly he was unimpressed from everything his father had said. They got in little boats and saw the castle by candlelight. Ok, that was kinda cool. He smiled at some people, helped some people, and winked at some girls, preforming the usual charade. He was then escorted into the Great Hall with all the others, and he had to admit that the huge and spacious feeling was very neat. It made one feel small and insignificant, but not Michael. he knew he was destined for greatness. As they stepped up, some were called for Sorting. They looked nervous and he smiled reassuringly at the more nervous ones. Not that he actually cared. Gosh, couldn't these people keep their emotions in better? Whatever. All a part of this act. He patiently waited for the Sorting to begin, with a seemingly shy smile on his face.
