Post by LILY LUNA POTTER on Jul 10, 2011 17:58:22 GMT
Lily had a lovely time playing with the thestrals, and planned to visit them the next day if time allotted when she was lined up to be sorted. Which house would she end up in, she wondered as she was lead to the great hall.
She swallowed a little nervously, when she noticed that they were in front of everyone. She wished it could be over with quickly, but of course, that was not how things were. She had to wait till the end of the list, as her last name started with P.
Yet, she wasn't looking forward to all the stares either when her name was called out. And sure enough - "Potter, Lily" was called. The chatting stopped, and she was sure that if a pin had dropped, she would have been able to hear it, before the tables got loud again, speaking in whispers about her.
She walked over nervously, swallowing what felt like her heart back down, before sitting down on the brown stool, wrought with age. What house would she be in? Would her father be terribly disappointed if she didn't go into Gryffindor like her mum and dad too? Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad, she supposed, nor Hufflepuff, though she hoped against that. Most people called Hufflepuff a load of duffers, though she disagreed. She hoped in her heart that she would be in Gryffindor.
The sorting hat was placed on her head just then, and it enveloped her, she being a little smaller than most students who came to Hogwarts in her year. "Please put me in Gryffindor or at least a house that Albus or James is in." she pleaded quietly, and waited with bated breath to find out if she was saved or doomed. . .
She swallowed a little nervously, when she noticed that they were in front of everyone. She wished it could be over with quickly, but of course, that was not how things were. She had to wait till the end of the list, as her last name started with P.
Yet, she wasn't looking forward to all the stares either when her name was called out. And sure enough - "Potter, Lily" was called. The chatting stopped, and she was sure that if a pin had dropped, she would have been able to hear it, before the tables got loud again, speaking in whispers about her.
She walked over nervously, swallowing what felt like her heart back down, before sitting down on the brown stool, wrought with age. What house would she be in? Would her father be terribly disappointed if she didn't go into Gryffindor like her mum and dad too? Ravenclaw wouldn't be bad, she supposed, nor Hufflepuff, though she hoped against that. Most people called Hufflepuff a load of duffers, though she disagreed. She hoped in her heart that she would be in Gryffindor.
The sorting hat was placed on her head just then, and it enveloped her, she being a little smaller than most students who came to Hogwarts in her year. "Please put me in Gryffindor or at least a house that Albus or James is in." she pleaded quietly, and waited with bated breath to find out if she was saved or doomed. . .
