All the first years enter the great hall clustered together it wasn't hard to tell many were nervous.
"Attention, when I call your name step forward to be sorted. But first, the sorting hat has something to say." Professor Dorta-Isturiz said, clearly having learned her lesson from 4 years ago.
"Uhmm" the sorting hat began.
"I told some years ago how everything would change,
how most of your houses would be rearranged,
for those of you who haven't heard there's been a change of plans,
and may cause some of you to hate me but I've never had many fans,
for those brave, daring, with nerve, and chivalry Gryffindor they stay,
for those of loyalty, hardwork, honesty, and kindness Hufflepuff I say,
for those of wit, learning, with a ready mind, Ravenclaw will be you home,
for those that are sly and cunning off to Slytherin will you'll make your throne,
now here's the catch that might get you riled,
I've let you choose for a while,
but from now on you go will you belong,
no whining or complaining,
cause i find them all quite paining, and I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat so I beat you all,
so step right up and all give your house a call."
"Aligood, Matthew."
A short boy with light brown hair and hazel eyes walked up to the sorting hat. It had barely touched his head before it shouted, " Hufflepuff!" As he was walking to his house the sorting hat shouted out "Stop being so superstitious, nothing's gonna happen to you!" Everybody above fifth year stared at him in shock, the sorting hat hadn't given anybody a message in years. Nathan, Lauren, James, and Marsapenny all looked at him in interest.
"Blanks, Doreen."
"Slytherin!"
"Clift, Gary."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Davis, Patrick."
"Ravenclaw!"
"Ferraro, Carla."
"Gryffindor!"
"Hall, Teresa."
"Slytherin!"
"Londe, Mark"
A short boy with dirty blonde hair about an inch from shoulder length, and blue eyes stepped foward. The sorting hat was put on his head and thought for a bit. "Ravenclaw!" It hollered. He was walking to his new house when it screamed out, "He might get in trouble and I'm not getting blamed." He just shrugged and walked to his seat.
"Poteet, Alfredo."
"Hufflepuff!"
"Sargent, Doug."
"Gryffindor!"
Once the sorting had finished and the last first year was seated Professor Dorta-Isturiz headed to her seat. Then suddenly the floor turned to ice, and she slipped and fell straight on her bottom.
"JAMES!" roared Marsapenny, "YOU SAID IT WASN'T FOR A PRANK!" reversing the spell she stormed over to him. "YOU LIED!" calming down she said in a sweet voice, "And you'll regret that." with that she calmly walked back towards her seat.
"Shit." James whispered terrified about what she'd do. One thing everybody knew was you don't anger Marsapenny. Sure, James had annoyed her before, but he never really got her angry.
"Language!" Marsapenny called behind her.
"Well," began Professor Dorta-Isturiz clearing her throat "Mr. Potter, we will discuss your detention tomorrow."
"But, Marsapenny's probably gonna make me wish I was never born, isn't that enough." James whined
"No," Professor Dorta-Isturiz said smirking slightly "Because it's your own fault. Now let the feast begin!"
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Murder at Hogwarts
FanfictionAfter a 1st year hufflepuff was found dead in the corridor, Professor Dorta-Isturiz sends 4 prefects, to find who did it. Will they catch the killer, or will it be too late?
