A Supernatural Study in Hogwarts

Chapter 3 - The Sorting Ceremony

Alright, let's do this the proper way (as in HOW IT'S DONE IN THE BOOKS INSTEAD OF THE MOVIE) (sorry...) I also thought this picture illustrated nicely why I put some people in particular Houses cuz dammit, that was a bitch sometimes (for the same reason I also added an external link to a really interesting article about the combination of the houses, which sometimes just fit perfectly) (still, I've probably made some unpopular decisions but they were necessary for the story so don't shoot me)

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A couple of hours later the Ilvermorny students walked into Hogwarts. All of the children were chattering excitedly while they admired the beautiful castle they'd just stepped into.

Gabriel made his way through the crowd until he'd finally found his brothers again.

"Where the hell have you been?" Michael hissed as soon as he spotted him. "We've been looking for you everywhere!"

The other boy shrugged. "I don't know. Want a Chocolate Frog to make it up to you?"

Michael rolled his eyes and took the candy, if only so Gabriel wouldn't eat it himself. The kid was probably on enough sugar already.

The group of students came to a stop in front of a pair of enormous double doors. Professor Singer, their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, was waiting in front of them and was soon joined by Professor Metatron Shurley and Chuck Shurley himself.

Gabriel sighed inwardly. As if it wasn't bad enough his dad was coming but nooo, of course his uncle had to join them too. Well, kinda uncle, Metatron and Chuck weren't really brothers, Gabriel thought they were cousins or something? It was complicated. Anyway, fact was that the guy was family and family seemed to be following him everywhere. At least Aunt Amara wasn't here. Probably because Ilvermorny wouldn't last a week without its Headmistress. Yup, even at home Gabriel had been surrounded by family members watching his every move. No wonder he acted out whenever they weren't around.

All of the other students, however, including his brothers, were looking at the adults in anticipating silence.

"Alright kids," Professor Singer started. "I know it's late and you're hungry, so I promise after we go in and you're sorted into your Houses, you can all go stuff your faces. But some people gotta give some speeches first so hold it until they're finished, would ya?"

Without further ado the teachers turned around and the doors opened. Some children gasped for air as soon as the Great Hall came into view. Most of them at the sight of the enormous room that looked so much older than the one in Ilvermorny, others, like Dean Winchester, at the food that was already waiting for them on the tables.

"Dean, close your mouth," Sam commented, receiving a glare in return.

On both sides there were two long tables full of students who were staring at them and at the end was the table for the teachers. Right in the middle of it, in front of a large, golden chair, stood a stern-looking man in a suit. He wasn't even that tall and yet all of the American children at once decided they shouldn't mess with this man. Okay, maybe almost all of the children. His dark hair was thinning out and combed back neatly and his piercing eyes scanned through the group like those of a hawk.

Charlie, who was standing rather at the back with her friends, let out a soft whistle. "And I thought Shurley One was bad."

Yes, they'd numbered Professors Amara and Metatron Shurley. It got confusing if you didn't.

"She definitely seems like a sweetheart now," Dean mumbled.

The students walked up the aisle until they were standing at the front, where their teachers came to stop.