Thorne Perry's Sorting

"Perry, Thorne!"

Thorne-with-an-e, thank you, slipped from the edge of his seat and tried very hard not to gawp the way he felt like gawping. Everything had been so big and so fancy. Sure, he was used to magic at home - his parents worked with lots of it in their wandmaking - but this! This with the boats and the food and the fancy floating candles!! This was the real, exciting stuff! He wiped his sweaty hands on his new, slightly-too-big robes and squared his narrow shoulders.

He'd watched a good couple-dozen other kids get sorted, he'd be fine at it too! And so he made his way to the stool, giving the hat a small smile and a smaller wave that he hoped it was the only one who saw - and then, immediately felt silly for waving to a hat as he sat down and tried (again, very hard) not to wiggle.