The Chronicles of Four Side Characters

The Sorting Hat

Snowbell O'Mooney

"O'Mooney, Snowbell." Oh Shite. Bell thought after who she assume was Professor McGonagall called her name to be sorted. She gave her friends a thumb up, rolled her shoulders and marched right up the stairs and taking a seat on the old rickety stool, crossing her arms and dawning a smirk as she did so.

On the outside, she seemed confident but really she was freaking out internally. Her palms were sweating and her hands were shaking, okay so maybe she didn't look that confident. Bell grinned at her friends and then quickly swept her blue eyes over the Ravenclaw table, meeting eyes with her smirking brother.

Oh, he's gonna get when I'm done up here.

With that kind of thinking I should put you in Slytherin.

Bell didn't even realize that the Sorting Hat had been placed on her head.

Oh hey there Mr. Hat, Sir, thing...whatever you are. Let's get this show on the road.

Right...Let's see...not the worst mind I've ever seen.

Called it! Not in Ravenclaw.

Hmmm... fiercely loyal...but not patient enough, cunning but not shrewd...very brave and stubborn. I know exactly where to put you.

It was nice meeting you sir, now sort me into the unexpected!

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The table to the far right roared, they all stood up and stomped their feet and clapped their hands. The professor removed the hat and Snowbell raced down the steps and high-fived Reginald before joined her fellow first years at the Gryffindor table.

Willow Organa

"Organa, Willow." The lady called when Gryffindors finally settled down after Snowbell had been sorted. Willow looked left and right, just to make sure it had been her name called and she wasn't just hearing things, before gracefully emerging from the small body of students. She took her time on the steps before making herself comfortable on the stool.

Within moments the patchwork hat was placed on her head and came to life.

I was wondering when I would see another Organa

Good evening Sir, I hope you've had a pleasant time sorting everyone.

I do believe I have Willow...you have a very bright mind but there is a different house I have in mind for you.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The table directly across from the Gryffindor table cheered as soon as the verdict was made. Willow humbly made her way to the Hufflepuff table.

Marina Sharpe

There were three more people before Marina was called. She walked up the stairs with an air of confidence, she wasn't nervous because she knew exactly what house she was going to be placed in. Marina took a seat and the chair and didn't bother making herself comfortable, she wouldn't be here long.

The hat was gently placed on her head and it sparked to life.

Let's see Another Sharpe.

Probably not like the others though.

And why would that be, Marina?

I'm a Slytherin.

And you believe that?