School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

[shnpc]

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything!
RATING: PG through PG-13
WHEN: The day of September 2nd for the train, and at night for the feast!
WHERE: Hogwarts Express/Platform 9 3/4 and The Great Hall
WHAT: Gotta get back to Hogwarts! Back to witches and wizards and magical feasts! Students and teachers are finally heading back to school on the Hogwarts express, and with the new school year means sorting for the first years!
STATUS: Ongoing!
NOTE: There is a thread for the Train back to Hogwarts, and the Feast, with a subthread for the Sorting! First years can comment to be sorted, and everyone else can greet their new house mates/students!

Comments

[ficklefuckwit]

[Jumping Jehoshaphat it's actually a talking fucking hat.]

[He had heard stories. But it's. Actually a talking hat. On his head. What a peculiar sensation.]

Bravery alone hardly makes a chap who he is, right? [Jake don't talk to the hat you might mess up your chances!! Crap crap crap. He gets quiet again.]

[shnpc]

Mm, certainly not, no. You have plenty of loyalty, that's also apparent. Very apparent indeed. And smarter than you let on... But no, you're definitely not Ravenclaw material... Hmm.

Yes, you're quite right. Bravery alone isn't enough. Bravery and loyalty... Those two combined... Yes, very Hufflepuff...

[ficklefuckwit]

[He scrunches his face a bit. How can one tell if a kid has been loyal if they've spent most of their life in solitude. Though he supposes Hufflepuff isn't Slytherin, and the hat with a face does always know best. He shifts.]

Gram was Ravenclaw. I couldn't even compare to her brain, heh.

[shnpc]

Oh yes, I knew you seemed familiar. Yes, I remember your Gram, though it was long ago... Ah, yes. I see some similarities between you now. Alas, Ravenclaw still isn't the house for you.

Mmm... nor is Slytherin. You're much too rash for Slytherin. No... Tsk, tsk. A rather difficult decision, to be perfectly honest. But then again, it runs in the family.

[ficklefuckwit]

[He actually visibly sags with relief when the hat pronounces him not fit for Slytherin. As long as he has that, he doesn't mind what the thing chooses. Though with that knowledge in mind, he finds it in himself to grin through his nervousness.]

The English name isn't one to be forgotten, my good Hat.

[shnpc]

Aho, there is the cockiness I caught glimpse of inside of you... Oh yes, the more I think about it, the less difficult it becomes... Yes, you're much too spontaneous for Hufflepuff.

Yes... Gryffindor!

[ficklefuckwit]

[He sort of doesn't realize he's thrown his arms into the air and whooped like a loser until he's done it, in front of the entire friggin' school, so he just laughs and sort of hugs the hat to his head for a minute.]

[When he takes it off and sets it back on the stool, he shoots it double pistols and a wink.]

And it's confidence, not cockiness.