Wizards of the Elements (ON HOLD)

The Sorting Hat

Jay ran through the high-roofed halls and climbed down the moving staircases that he knew so well. When he finally arrived at the gigantic double doors he paused. He let go of Cole's hand and carefully laid his hands on the wooden doors. 

"Woah," he breathed. "It's even more beautiful than I could have ever imagined."

"Hello," said a Scottish woman from behind him. "You must be the new students." Jay whipped around to see who spoke and squealed. 

"OH MY FSM! YOU'RE PROFESSOR MCGONAGALL!" He shrieked.

"Alright Jay," said Cole with a smirk. "You can stop fanboying now." Professor McGonagall smiled a bit at Jay who grinned brightly back at her. 

"I believe you'll need these," she said as she waved her wand. The six ninjas watched as six black robes floated towards them. Each ninja put on the robe in their respective sizes commenting on what they thought of them. "Now, into the great hall we go." She pushed forward on the doors and they swung open revealing the most beautiful room that Jay had ever seen. The ceiling looked like a beautiful starry sky, each table was covered in plates and bowls full of every food imaginable, ghosts hovering above the tables and talking to students, and candles floating all around the room. Jay noticed that Cole was eyeing the ghosts nervously. Jay placed his hands on his best friend's shoulders. 

"Hey Boulder-brain," he said kindly. "It's okay, you're normal now." Cole smiled at Jay. 

"Thanks Blue Jay," he said. "I needed that." Suddenly a booming voice resounded throughout the room. 

"It has come to my attention that there are a few older students who have yet to be sorted," said the Headmaster. 

"Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," Jay whispered to himself. Professor Mcgonagall carefully picked up the Sorting Hat from its pedestal and walked over to a small stool. 

~

"Brookstone, Cole," said Professor Mcgonagall. Oh shit, thought Cole. Why does my last name have to start with a B? He took a deep breath and began to walk up to the small stool. He heard students muttering from all around him.

"How old do you think he is?"

"Oh, I don't know, must be at least fifteen."

"Bloody hell! Look at his muscles!"

"Woah, I'd bet he could snap you like a twig!"

"Five Sickles says he's in Gryffindor."

"I'll take that bet!"

Gryffindor, thought Cole. The house of the brave. He arrived at the stool and sat down. He felt the hat being set down on his head. 

"Ahhh," said a voice. "What have we here? Let's look into your head. I see."

"What is it?" Cole asked quietly. 

"You are a loyal friend with a strong sense of justice," said the voice. "I'd better put you in... HUFFLEPUFF!" The room was filled with gasps as Cole's tie was decorated with yellow stripes and a small badge with a badger on it appeared on his robe. After a moment of silence the second table to the left burst into cheers. That must be the Hufflepuff table, Cole thought. He smiled and ran over to the long wooden table and sat down next to a freckled red-headed girl. 

~

Lloyd watched as Cole sat down at the Hufflepuff table. He turned to Professor Mcgonagall to see which of their names she would call next.

"Garmadon, Lloyd," she called. Of course, thought Lloyd. She's going in alphabetical order by last name. He pushed aside a wave of blonde hair and began to walk towards the stool.