Post by JOHNNY TOWNSEND on Jun 4, 2011 11:50:43 GMT
To an eleven year old Johnny, this was all very overwhelming. In a positive way, though the nerves were making it hard for him to hide his fear. He was to wait in an anti-chamber for the Sorting Ceremony to begin, where, apparently, a magical hat was to read his thoughts and put him in a "house" where it thought he fitted in best. This was all quite ridiculous to the Muggle born boy, and he had no idea how any of it was meant to work. Surely a hat couldn't read thoughts.
Stepping out into the Great Hall with the other new students, Johnny's eyes widened in awe as he peered up in amazement at the enchanted ceiling. He had never seen anything like it. It was as though there were no ceiling at all, only the sky above, with it's clouds and twinkling stars. He watched as the first student was called forwards - it seemed they would be doing it alphabetically - and sat down on the stool, placing an old black hat on his head. Johnny frowned, utterly bewildered as to how this was useful in any way. That was, until the hat bellowed out across the hall in a booming voice "SLYTHERIN!" Johnny swallowed hard. Truly, he'd never seen anything like it.
Waiting for Professor McGonagall to get through the alphabet to the T's was a nightmare. Johnny found himself hopping from foot to foot with impatience and worry. Eventually, his name was called out, and, with a determined grimace, he swallowed his fear, adamant that the older students watching the whole ceremony would not see how scared he was. Striding up to the stool, he picked up the hat and placed it on his head as he sat down, mouth set in a stubborn line. 'Let's see what this is all about, then,' he thought, still fighting to keep his fear at bay.
Stepping out into the Great Hall with the other new students, Johnny's eyes widened in awe as he peered up in amazement at the enchanted ceiling. He had never seen anything like it. It was as though there were no ceiling at all, only the sky above, with it's clouds and twinkling stars. He watched as the first student was called forwards - it seemed they would be doing it alphabetically - and sat down on the stool, placing an old black hat on his head. Johnny frowned, utterly bewildered as to how this was useful in any way. That was, until the hat bellowed out across the hall in a booming voice "SLYTHERIN!" Johnny swallowed hard. Truly, he'd never seen anything like it.
Waiting for Professor McGonagall to get through the alphabet to the T's was a nightmare. Johnny found himself hopping from foot to foot with impatience and worry. Eventually, his name was called out, and, with a determined grimace, he swallowed his fear, adamant that the older students watching the whole ceremony would not see how scared he was. Striding up to the stool, he picked up the hat and placed it on his head as he sat down, mouth set in a stubborn line. 'Let's see what this is all about, then,' he thought, still fighting to keep his fear at bay.
