5 Seconds of Summer Preferences

#36. Hogwarts House

comment if I should make this a series or not.

Ashton: He was smirking up at the Sorting Hat, daring him to figure out where to place him. He'd talked to his parents and their friends, his cousins, neighbors, anyone who would listen about what house he'd be in. It was truly stumping. He wanted to prove himself worthy, prove that he was fine without anyone's help. He could be a Slytherin. Ashton was intelligent; he had to learn quickly and matured faster than he should have. He would fit very well in Ravenclaw. Ashton loved everyone in his family and anyone he didn't know. His heart was huge and overflowing with love. He could have been a Hufflepuff. But most strikingly was his courage. He faced a lot in his young life and the curly haired lad had lived to tell the tale. It was this he was most proud of, and for that reason he was placed in Gryffindor.

Michael: Everything from an outside perspective of the young guy seated on the stool screamed Slytherin but everything on the inside did not. He was reckless yet charming, a bit on the dorky side. He had intelligence but not enough to make the Ravenclaw cut. The Sorting Hat took it's time making its decision on Michael Clifford. Almost as long as Harry Potter. You didn't really care what house he got in as long as it wasn't Slytherin. You wanted to be friends with him. He was a Metamorphmagus for Merlin's sake! The Sorting Hat paused before shouting, "Gryffindor!" The most rowdy of the tables screamed happily, so far they had gotten yet another Weasley, Harry Potter, and who ever this bloke was. His hair tinged pink along with his cheeks as he joined their table. Michael caught your stare and winked while busting up with the Weasleys.

Calum: The hat barely touched his head before it shouted out, "Slytherin!" You had just met the young boy on the train and hadn't thought he was Slytherin material. He was too sweet, you had thought. Regardless, Calum Hood puffed out his chest slightly. He happily hopped down of the stool and ran to the cheering table. He sat next to a platinum blonde boy whose name had been called just before Calum's: Draco Malfoy. Calum had been cunning, the Sorting Hat mused. He had a lust to prove himself to all the people who had thought he couldn't do anything. He had so much potential and Slytherin could help him to greatness. He looked over where you stood waiting anxiously to be called, offering a smile and wave. You knew you couldn't be friends with him.

Luke: He tripped up the stairs to the stool McGonagall was standing next to which caused a ripple of a giggle throughout the Great Hall. His cheeks burned a bright Gryffindor scarlet. Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, silencing the hall as she placed the Sorting Hat on Luke's head. It took the hat a while as he tried to decide between Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. There were very redeeming qualities that Luke possessed that might have placed him in Gryffindor with his other friends, but instead he got placed in Hufflepuff. The Hufflepuff table looked a little disappointed, they couldn't get Harry Potter instead they got this clumsy gazelle-legged chap. He hopped over there though, eager to fit in. It didn't take him long, really, he was a charming guy.