"The Sorting is a ceremony," she began, but Leo’s eyes were already wandering. He noticed a suit of armor slightly shifting its weight and a ghost—silvery and translucent—drifting through a wall as if it were mist.
The search for usually brings up images of the Great Hall and mentions of ancient magic, but let’s look at a story from a different perspective—the first day of a student who doesn’t quite fit the "Chosen One" mold. "The Sorting is a ceremony," she began, but
When it was finally his turn, the Great Hall fell silent. The Sorting Hat was dropped onto his head, sliding down past his eyes. When it was finally his turn, the Great Hall fell silent
As the heavy oak doors swung open, the scent hit him: old parchment, beeswax, and a hint of something like ozone after a thunderstorm. Professor McGonagall stood there, her expression as sharp as her spectacles. Professor McGonagall stood there, her expression as sharp
"Then you'll need a house that values the climb as much as the view," the Hat bellowed for the whole room to hear.
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