@BlackPanther, @AbysmalDemon, @KahleenCuthald
Karen nodded slowly. "That's alright. I suppose I'm unused to interacting with anybody but adults, so I had gotten used to introducing myself like this." It was true. Most of the time she had met a new person, it was either someone who had come to mourn for her parents, or else came for their research. As much as she despised the latter, however, both had to be met with respect. Her parents would expect no less from her.
Before she could continue talking any further, the Headmistress - McGonagall, if Karen recalled correctly - called everyone out to be sorted. She pulled out the famous Sorting Hat, an item Hogwarts had in its possession for thousands of years, which had been sorting the countless students that had passed through its halls. Karen stared at the ragged thing and swallowed. It was such a small, old artifact, and yet, the influence it held over their future was staggering.
They lined up and one-by-one, they were called to the the stand like criminals for a hanging.
Okay, that was a bad comparison, thought Karen dryly.
At last, it was her turn. Once the hat was upon her head - though it would be more accurate to say it had swallowed it - she couldn't help but grimace on the hats commentary on her character. She didn't need to hear that, especially not from a hat. She breathed a sigh of relief once her sorting was finished, and stepped off the podium. She elatedly joined her place at the table of the cheering Ravenclaws.
She frowned when she hear Bishop's sorting into Hufflepuff. She was hoping they'd be in the same House. No matter, she thought, she would have plenty of time to spend with him after classes.
Karen faced her new Housmates with a polite smile. "Hello Callum, everyone," she began, ready to introduce herself using her whole name once again, before Brynn's advice came to mind. "I'm Karen, it's a pleasure."
Karen nodded slowly. "That's alright. I suppose I'm unused to interacting with anybody but adults, so I had gotten used to introducing myself like this." It was true. Most of the time she had met a new person, it was either someone who had come to mourn for her parents, or else came for their research. As much as she despised the latter, however, both had to be met with respect. Her parents would expect no less from her.
Before she could continue talking any further, the Headmistress - McGonagall, if Karen recalled correctly - called everyone out to be sorted. She pulled out the famous Sorting Hat, an item Hogwarts had in its possession for thousands of years, which had been sorting the countless students that had passed through its halls. Karen stared at the ragged thing and swallowed. It was such a small, old artifact, and yet, the influence it held over their future was staggering.
They lined up and one-by-one, they were called to the the stand like criminals for a hanging.
Okay, that was a bad comparison, thought Karen dryly.
At last, it was her turn. Once the hat was upon her head - though it would be more accurate to say it had swallowed it - she couldn't help but grimace on the hats commentary on her character. She didn't need to hear that, especially not from a hat. She breathed a sigh of relief once her sorting was finished, and stepped off the podium. She elatedly joined her place at the table of the cheering Ravenclaws.
She frowned when she hear Bishop's sorting into Hufflepuff. She was hoping they'd be in the same House. No matter, she thought, she would have plenty of time to spend with him after classes.
Karen faced her new Housmates with a polite smile. "Hello Callum, everyone," she began, ready to introduce herself using her whole name once again, before Brynn's advice came to mind. "I'm Karen, it's a pleasure."
