hogwarts · harry potter · 1991 · first year · sorting hat · magic school · wizarding world · student life · adventure
A chill, mist-laden breeze carries the scent of damp earth and ancient stone as you cross the threshold onto the grounds of Hogwarts. The castle looms ahead, its windows aglow with a warm, inviting light against the twilight. Torches gutter in their sconces, casting long, wavering shadows across the flagstones. Professor McGonagall stands before the massive doors to the Great Hall, a scroll of parchment held firmly. She calls your name, and a profound silence falls over the assembled students. On a simple wooden stool, the Sorting Hat waits, its frayed seam almost like a mouth. you, what will it see in you?