Harry Potter and the eleven weirdo's

Everyone: The sorting ceremony

Barbara's POV:

As soon as we enter the entrance hall we are greeted by...a cat. ''Omg, a CAT! I'm gonna pat it.'' Donna states before dashing forward. But the second she crouches down in front of the cat, the cat jumps away. ''Nooooo, my friend, stay here please.'' Both me and Dave laugh as Donna returns to us with a sad expression on her face. ''You guys are mean, I just wanted to pat the cat.'' Donna mutters. I pat her head. ''Don't worry. You bought a cat to bring right? You can pat her all day!'' I try to comfort her. Donna's face lights up. ''That's right! I have Larua.'' Donna says excitedly.

''Why aren't we moving?!'' A guy with blond hair yells besides me. ''Because no body knows what way to go.'' Dave answers truthfully. ''This is stupid. I'm just going to-'' ''Headmaster Mcgonagall, headmaster Mcgonagall. I'm so sorry, I couldn't keep them.'' Hagrid enters the entrance hall panting heavily. We all look around to see who Hagrid is talking to. Suddenly the cat Donna tried to pat jumps off the stairs and morphs into an old woman mid air. ''Wooaahh.'' Dave mutters. ''I...I tried to pat a woman.'' Donna stutters. 

''It's okay Hagrid. You can proceed into the great hall now.'' The woman in front of us says. Hagrid nods hastily. ''Y-yes, professor Mcgonagall.'' Hagrid stutters before walking past the woman and entering the, presumably, great hall through the doors behind her. 

''Dear new students. Welcome to Hogwarts, The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly. but before you take your seats in the great hall,you will be sorted in to your houses. The sorting is a very important ceremony, because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you are at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points will be awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours. The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting.''

Professor Mcgonagall turns around and swings her arms. The large doors in front of us open and a large hall is presented. 

Dave's POV:

We all follow professor Mcgonagall into the large hall. There four tables present. Presumably these four different tables represent the four different houses. At the other side of the entrance hall another large table is present. All the teacher are seated here with in the middle a large empty chair which probably belongs to professor Mcgonagall. In front of the large table for teacher, which is on a small podium, lies an old looking wizard head on a stool. 

''We shall now commence with the sorting.'' Professor Mcgonagall says as she takes a large scroll out of her pocket and rolls it open. ''Patrick Adams.'' Murmuring surrounds us till a boy with messy curls manages to make his way to the front of the group. He slowly climbs the stairs to professor Mcgonagall with his hands in his pockets. ''Take place.'' She says as she lifts the hat of the stool. Patrick sits down on the stool and remains strangely calm as the hat is placed on his head. It doesn't take very long till the hat shouts out it's answer in an old male's voice. ''Hufflepuff.'' the table closest to the wall on my right starts cheering and greet Patrick as he starts making his way over to it. 

"Steven Caddock'' Professor Mcgonagall speaks up. A boy with black hair steps up from the front of the crowd and heads over to professor Mcgonagall. He looks rather nervous as she places the hat on his head. The hat starts muttering aggressively. After about a minute of muttering the hat yells. ''Slytherin.'' The boy jumps off the chair with a relieved expression on his face and heads over to the cheering table closest to the wall on my left. This sorting is taking less time than I thought it would.