Post by BEAU LUCAS RENARD on Jun 5, 2011 12:17:59 GMT
Beau was cool as a cucumber waiting for his Sorting. He didn't see what all the fuss was about, really. It was just like being put into a group for a sports game, as far as he was concerned. Only, you were being judged on your personality attributes, instead of your physical ones. He didn't really care where he ended up, in truth. It wouldn't affect anything. It wouldn't change who he was as a person, or how he acted. It wouldn't limit his education in any way. And that was all that mattered to Beau. So why worry?
Hearing his name, Beau walked the short walk up the aisle to the Sorting hat, sitting himself down on the stool and placing the hat upon his head. He had heard all sorts of stories about the experience. It was very invasive, some thought. Your deepest, innermost thoughts and musings being ripped from your mind and shared without your permission. But, it was a hat. Surely it couldn't be that bad...
Hearing his name, Beau walked the short walk up the aisle to the Sorting hat, sitting himself down on the stool and placing the hat upon his head. He had heard all sorts of stories about the experience. It was very invasive, some thought. Your deepest, innermost thoughts and musings being ripped from your mind and shared without your permission. But, it was a hat. Surely it couldn't be that bad...
