The Diary of a Mud Blood

The Hogwarts Castle

Dear Diary,
Hogwarts is amazing.
There's so much to tell you, diary. So I will tell you everything that happened.
When we got off the train a giant man named Hagrid helped and led the first years to these boats we sailed to the castle. As we got closer I felt the butterflies trying to burst out of my stomach.
And the castle...it's beautiful...
There's so many stair cases we climbed and doorways we went through that I was in awe. Yet a brief moment of worry entered my mind when I wondered how I was going to remember where everything was, and how I was going to keep myself from getting lost.
But being here now; the awe outweighed the worry.
The teacher that had come to my door a couple weaks ago, Professor Mconagall, stopped the crowd of first years just outside the big room many of the students started to enter in. She gave a short explanation about about the "houses" we would be "sorted" into. Four in all: Gryffendore, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.
I wasn't sure why they divide us into groups or what they represented at first. Other then the fact that they had different colors and animals for the design of each house.
We entered the big room, called the great hall. There were four long tables filled with hundreds of students. Each table organizing each house. Above us we're thousands of floating candles, hovering in mid air, enlightening the entire room. And further above the ceiling looked like a night sky full of beacon light stars.
All the first years gathered to the front of the room. A chair was before us that had a old ragged hat sitting on it. Everything was silent as all eyes landed on on the hat.
I almost jumped when it started to sing...
No one else seemed taken aback by this so it had to be normal. I can't remember everything it said. All I could remember was that it sung about the characteristics of the four houses. At that moment I learned more about each house: Ravenclaw's are wise, Hufflepuff's are loyal, Slytherin's are ambitious, and Griifendore's are brave. That was all I could take note if at the time.
Professor Mconagall called random names and one by one each student would climb onto the chair and the ragged hat would be placed on top of their heads. Got some people, the hat would declare their house right away, but for others it took long akward moments where everyone would just stare at them in silence.
While I waited, questions flooded my mind. What house would I be in? Was I wise? Was I loyal? Was I ambitious? Was I brace? What did I want to be?
When my name was called I almost didn't go up; I was frozen in place. Someone (I didn't know who) nudged me forward from behind. I found myself stumbling up the steps and just barely sitting in the chair. When she placed the sorting hat on my head, it mumbled"Not difficult at all. No doubt... better be... Hufflepuff!"
The Hufflepuff table applauded me. I felt happy for all the attention I received at that moment.
The food they served was so much. I was so excited that I didn't have an appetite to eat much. But the food was so elegant, I couldn't believe I would be eating like that everyday.
Some older students names a prefects led the first years to our common room. It was brightly lit by a fireplace that displayed itself in the center of the room. Everything was decorated in mostly yellow and paintings of what I assumed were famous witches and wizards who were Hufflepuffs, aligned the walls. Our dormitories are large as well, with four poster beds and sit in windows. Everything is so much to take in. This is probaly the longest entreeive ever written to you, Diary. 
I'm excited for my first day of school. I can't wait to study my books and learn how to use my wand.
I can't wait to learn how to use magic.