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Post by Luckett Langford on Sept 2, 2019 5:35:56 GMT 10
'Langford, Luckett.'
Lucky had been waiting for Professor McGonagall to work her way down the list, and that's when it finally happened: he was called. The eleven-year-old boy shifted his feet and braced himself for his sorting, wandering through the student body to get to the front of the room.
This was supposed to be a joyous occasion, one he had been looking forward to his entire childhood. But it felt wrong. His sister wasn't there. Instead, she was across the pond at another magical institution. I miss you, sister, Lucky thought with remorse, piercing his inner palms with his fingernails. He wasn't going to get emotional, not here and in front of his peers.
He settled onto the stool, waiting for the hat to be dropped atop his head. In a mere matter of moments, Lucky would be told where he'd be spending his next seven years. No biggie, right? The judgment was huge, monumental. His house would shape him. 'Here we go', he whispered.
The dark flap of the hat fell over Luckett's eyes, obscuring any view of the Great Hall and its students. There was a hum only he could hear, as the hat considered where the boy belonged.
'Competitive, aren't you?' the hat sounded somewhat amused. 'I see self-awareness and motivation - you are determined achieve your ends. You are unafraid of toil, there's no doubt about that. Sociable and confident too. You could do well in Hufflepuff...'
There was a pause.
'Then again, there's ruthlessness and arrogance too,' it said. 'You desire to be the best, and prefer a more hands-on approach to your goals. Interesting. You would go far in Slytherin or Gryffindor, yes, it's all here - in your head. But where to put you?'
The hat was quiet then, allowed Luckett the chance to react and consider his three options. Though the hat made no sound during that moment, the boy could almost feel a certain smugness about it - as if his fate had already been decided, and the hat merely sought confirmation. What did Luckett value the most? Which house could he better see himself in?
Post by Luckett Langford on Sept 3, 2019 3:09:11 GMT 10
The hat was heavier than he thought and felt looser than it probably should have. You would think they'd find a more fitted hat, the boy thought to himself. Didn't they do this every year? Due to the large proportion of the hat, the flap fell over his amber eyes, his sight disappearing altogether. It was just him and the humming. Why on earth was the hat humming anyway?
'I'm very competitive, especially in a sport like Quidditch,' Lucky replied without pause. 'I like a good fight to the finish, especially if I'm the one that comes out on top. But I understand I can't always climb the peak alone. I need friends, I want friends. Lots of them. I value teamwork and camaraderie -- it's why I think I could be Quidditch captain someday.'
Lucky weighed the options in his head. He knew he didn't want to be Gryffindor. That wasn't his scene, at least from what he knew of it. But then what was? He believed he'd do well in Slytherin, but something about the yellow-and-black crested badger was calling out to him. 'Hufflepuff?' he asked, showing uncertainty, but how certain could anyone really be?
'Would I be popular there?' he followed with, yearning for popularity among his peers.
'You would be right among your kind,' the hat said, its voice becoming decisive. 'Yes, better be...'
The hat was removed from Luckett's head by Professor McGonagall, just as the Hufflepuff table (now his table as well) greeted him with loud applause and friendly smiles, as they beckoned him to join them.
Post by Luckett Langford on Sept 3, 2019 3:36:04 GMT 10
After hearing the hat's definitive verdict, Lucky stood to full height, his eyes flashing with their wildest approval. 'Let's get this party started, Hufflepuff,' he shouted with energy, hopping off the stool and jogging down to his table. He swept his robes away from his feet as he sat beside his housemates, offering handshakes and high fives to anyone that would indulge him.
This seemed right. Hufflepuff was it. All that was missing was his sister. Had she been here, she would have been sorted next (assuming it was alphabetical order). Lucky heaved a sigh, pushing the sad thought to the back of his mind and replacing it with an extroverted smile.