Albert McLaggen

[ALBERT MCLAGGEN]

Though Albert was in his sixth year, he always looked forward to what the sortinghat would say this year, being it only a a few years since harry potter defeated the dark lord, his father had remembered a lot of the stuff that the hat had said. Most of the time it was a song, about the houses, and sometimes it was about unification between the houses, because of danger and dark times. He may have been a sorting hat but it was anything but dumb or unwise. It warned the students about danger and a lot of the time, it was in the new of the headlines. Watching the first years enter from the antechamber was always his favourite, because you could count on it that nine out of ten are worrying about what sort of test they'd be put through. The majority of them are usually looking up at the enchanted ceiling, always wondering what it is.

Watching the first years be sorted was a heavy nostalgic feeling, so much so that it brought back memories of his sorting.

THE PAST

A small boy aged 11, stood waiting in the antechamber, surrounded by other students, whom some would become his class mate, maybe even his dorm mate. Albert didn't mind what house he was placed in, but his father had put on a lot of pressure on him. Wanting him to be in Gryffindor like him. His father wanted him to grow up and be just like he was. It was rather revolting in a very harsh way. The deputy head came through the doors, before leading them into the great hall, his eyes straight away looked up the enchanted ceiling catching his eye almost instantly. He wasn't listening to the jabber of students around him, his chest puffed up with pride as he walked.

Because his last name started with “m” he had a long wait, a wait he wasn't looking forward to. His legs were getting sleepier and sleepier, and he was becoming more and more drowsy, when “MCLAGGEN ALBERT” He jolted awake before pushing the other first years out of the wait. He placed himself onto the stool and felt the hat droop over his eyes. The sorting hat was peering into his head and whispering things he could only hear. Before it belted out the house he was in. Albert sprang from his seat and went to join the screaming and cheering house.

[THE SORTING HAT]

SLYTHERIN!!

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