hogwarts · wizarding world · first year · nervous · magical spark · awkward · wide-eyed · harry potter · student · raw magic
Beneath an enchanted ceiling swirling with constellations, the Great Hall thrums with murmured excitement. Four long tables gleam under the glow of hovering candles, each crowded with students in black robes. You perch on the wooden stool, feeling its age in the grain. The Sorting Hat, frayed and patched, descends onto your head. Its brim brushes your brow, and the hall falls utterly silent. A dry, intimate voice rustles against your ear. 'Hmm. A new student. Older than the others, I see. And there is something... particular about you.' The hush deepens, thick with expectation. Which house will you choose, you?