Joshua Twiggs Sorting

Joshua was rather transfixed by the sight of the enchanted ceiling, having heard about it but never seen anything quite like it.

"You think I could knock one of those floaters down with a slingshot?", he whispered towards his right side, expecting to find his brother’s ear.

Instead he locked eyes with a rather appalled looking girl he didn’t know and he promptly stopped, which caused the boy behind him to stumble into his back.

"Sorry!", he hissed before speeding up to keep in the flow of first years that was ushered through the Great Hall.

He had caught sight of his twin again and came to a halt near him as the group of new students awaited their sorting.

It was taking quite some time in his opinion and he got up on his tip toes, trying to catch a glance of either of his sisters at the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff table.

Would he be joining either of them?

"Twiggs, Joshua!"

Time to find out.

He tried to cover his nervousness by taking big steps towards the professor and sat down for her to place the Hat upon his head.