Oscar Tinkle's Sorting

Oscar had spent the whole day and train ride as a bundle of nerves and once he was finally stood with the rest of his year mates in front of the historic sorting hat.. that had not changed. His dad had told him all about what to expect from the hat days before he had even left for school, having taken pity on his overly worried son.

The shared information had done well to calm the curly haired boy for a while but all of his worries had built back up through the day until he had convinced himself that the hat was not going to accept him into any of the houses and he would be sent home in disgrace. He would be an even bigger disappointment than he already was to his grandparents and worse his dad would be disappointed too, he'd never get to learn magic, he- he...

"Tinkle, Oscar!"

Oh. That was his name! It was his turn and everyone was going to know what an embarrassment he was. Was it too late to just disappear? He could go live in a far away forest and pretend that nothing had ever happened. His nanna had told him bedtime stories of boys raised by wolves and monkeys.. maybe they would accept him too! His genius plan had been thought up too late though because his feet had already led him away from the crowd and up to the stool.

'Well, here goes..' flashed through his mind before the hat was lowered and blocked his sight.