Brooklyn's Start

The night of Brooklyn's arrival, his first year...

The moment he stepped into the great hall with his other peers, he was in awe. He had learned so much so far. He was a wizard, something in the back of his mind he longed existed after a childhood dreaming of magic-- to discover it was real. He had gone to Diagon Ally, Boarded the train to Hogwarts, and already was enchanted by the ride.

While he met some people, it was fleeting in the face of all the excitement and tension he felt being nervous. He was now away from home, away from his parents. Already he felt a pinge of homesickness, wishing his parents were closer. But his mind was also a whirlwind of questions and excitement to be here. He heart was beating rather faster than normal, verging on uncomfortable.

Of course, the moment he looked up at the magical, enchanted ceiling of the grand hall, his anxieties melted into wonder. It was as if he was in one of his favorite books back when he was younger. He was in a school of magic, a place he only thought existed in his dreams.

He was briefed on what was to happen, to be sorted into his School House. Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin. He had no idea of one or the others, but he heard his other students here talk briefly about their families and what they hoped to be in.

He had no preference or rather didn't know enough about either. As he listened to the headmaster give his annual greetings and announcements, he looked at the surrounding tables with the older students. Some seemed so normal if some were far older than him. He rubbed his arm, trying to keep his nerves away. Instead, he wondered what this grand banquet would be like. He was growing hungry, which only made him nervous too...

Finally, the time came-- the sorting ceremony. As the list was drawn, Brooklyn looked among his peers. A couple soon were called forth-- being sorted into Gryffindor, and Slytherin.

"Brooklyn Journ! " his name was called.

Brooklyn jumped, almost having gotten lost in his thoughts. Some of the kids giggled, seeing his reaction. After a moment, he took a deep breath and stepped forward.

He climbed up the small stairs and approached the teacher. He soon sat himself down on the stool. He lowered his head and closed his eyes, waiting for the sorting hat to be placed on his head...