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

[remembertheroses]

[Oh no, this doesn't sound like it's going too good. She feels a growing sense of dread as she whispers to the hat.]

Is that a b-bad thing? Do I have to go home?

[shnpc]

No, no, certainly not. I have never failed to find a house for anyone, don't be silly. It just means you aren't cut out for Gryffindor, either. No, I have a hunch, but I just want to make absolutely positive.

[He grows silent.]

[remembertheroses]

[So she's not going to be in the best house then. Her shoulders slump slightly; she'd have liked to be in the coolest house. But Tavros had told her that you needed to be brave and confident, and she really wasn't that at all.

Instead of asking the hat anymore questions though, she keeps quiet and lets him decide. Maybe he was having trouble because she kept asking questions and interrupting him.]

[shnpc]

[He's quiet for another few moments.]

Not very cunning, nor particularly ambitious... Ah, yes. Alright. It's clear your heart and loyalty are your biggest attributes. You would most certainly be best suited for...

Hufflepuff!

[remembertheroses]

[Ib lets out the breath that she had been holding for so long, before she smiles a giant smile. She was going to Hufflepuff! It wasn't Gryffindor, but it was still a cool house according to Tavros.

She slips off the chair and places the hat back onto the stool, whispering to it as she does so.]

Thank you Mr Hat.

[A small bow, and then she's off to join the Hufflepuff table.]