Loki Odinson And The Sorcerer's Stone

Chapter 4; The Sorting Hat

(told from Loki's point of view)

The door swung open and a stern looking professor stood there. She led the first years and me into the entrance hall, that was so big you could fit my whole bedroom into it. And keep in mind, I was royalty, so my bedroom was pretty huge.

the professor led us off into a small chamber at the end of the hall.

"Welcome to Hogwarts." She announced. "The start of term banquet will begin soon, but first you will be sorted into houses. While you are at school, your house will be like your family within hogwarts. You will go to classes with your house, sleep with your house, and spend free time in your house dormitories."

she starts to explain the attributes required to go into each house, but I zone out. I already knew all of this.

Professor Mcgonagall leaves, while we wait in the small room.

"How do they choose your house?" Harry asked Ron nervously.

"Some sort of test. Fred says it hurts a lot, but I think he was joking." He says.

Harry looked very nervous, probably because he didn't know anything. I was nervous for the exact opposite reason. I knew too much. I knew Asgardian magic, which was so much more powerful and complex than this magic. I could very likely have been the most powerful being in this school, apart from Professor Dumbledore.

when we left the room, we encountered some ghosts, who greeted us and told us that they wanted us in their old houses. I didn't really listen to them.

After a while, we finally entered the great hall. It was magnificent, at least for a midgardian place. There were four long house tables, four large banners, four giant hourglasses, and a long staff table at the front. All of the seats were packed, and the staff table was nearly full. The ceiling— well, there was no ceiling. It looked as though we were staring through the clouds, or if they had brought the sky inside.

my attention is diverted toward a tattered hat on a stool in the front of the hall. The chatter in the hall stopped, and soon everyone was looking at the hat.

A rip near the brim opened and it started to sing. It sung about how it would sort students perfectly, and everyone was always happy where they ended up. That soothed me. I think the most soothing this hat told us was that we didn't have to do a test, all we needed to do was try it on.

professor Mcgonagall walked up next to the hat and pulled out a piece of parchment. "When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted."

She started with "Abbott, Hannah," who became a Hufflepuff. Then went to "Bones, Susan," who also became a Hufflepuff.

I almost wasn't paying attention. I was nervously scanning the crowd, looking at the house tables.

"Granger, Hermione!" Mcgonagall called. My head snapped back toward the stool to see her jamming the hat eagerly on her head.

"GRYFFINDOR!" The hat shouted. She ran off towards their table while I clapped quietly. I found myself zoning out again.

"Malfoy, Draco!" He swaggered forward to the hat, and it had barely touched his head when it shouted, "SLYTHERIN!"

He walked off to their table while they cheered loudly. My name was going to be called soon. I've never remembered myself being this nervous before.

I closed my eyes and focused on meditating. Walking up to the stool in this state of nervousness was unacceptable. I had to make a fantastic first impression on the entire school

"Odinson, Loki!" Mcgonagall called. My eyes snapped open, and I walked slowly up to the stool. My legs felt like jello, but I tried my best to appear calm and collective as I sat down on the stool.