First year - Flashback - Sorting hat - FIFTH YEARS

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot Potter. A simple boy; gorgeous looks, big adorable emerald eyes, trimmed short brown hair and a freckled pale look. He was the only male among the Potter three, the one who kept silent and yet bounced inside. Today was his day, his hour.

Elliot brushed short bangs away from his Innocent green eyes, staring around at the older students of Hogwarts as they smiled and pointed and laughed at the cluttered line of First Years. Elly himself was not all too nervous... Who was he kidding; the look on his face spelled out 'terrified'. And he could see, what he assumed were Slytherins saw this look and shrieked with laughter. Elliot's cheeks flushed lightly, but he was hurried along by the Death Eater hovering along behind the students. Then, as they all crowded around the Professors table, the young lad stared up at his new Headmaster. Malfoy, as daddy had always called him, one of the worst.

"Greetings," Said the man, his long graying blonde hair tumbling down his back, a smirk across his thin pink lips and a look of pure enjoyment radiating his pale cheeks. "I welcome you to our humble, beautiful school."

[Rory Davies]

His bright red hair didn't stand out from the crowd of people at all. What did stand out was the fashionable cut. Bangs fell over his eye, and it fell to the nape of his neck. He had always thought of his hair as ugly, the bright red staying in only one shade. The only good part about it was that it made him stand out, and it was thin enough to handle. The eleven year old boy had icy blue eyes, his lovely little red eyelashes blinking wilding about, looking at the castle in awe. His body was small, and he was pale; just like almost ever other first year among the crowd. He ran a small hand through his hair, shaking it from his eyes, then placing his hands in his coat pockets.
Yes, this was Charles Ashwood. Yes, he was currently bisexual.
He had a curious look about him. He smirked slightly, peeking through his hair and all around.
That's when another boy caught his eye. He quickened his step and walked beside the frightened boy.
"Scared?" he asked softly, pushing the bangs from his eyes.
Charlie was not scared at all, actually. He was more excited like everyone else was.

She was listening to this chick blab away about her family life and about how great she was, all that jazz. She kept nodding and smiling, hoping it would be her ticket away from this girl. Maybe someone would walk infront of her and separate her from this blabbering chick.
The little blonde her took the end of her little blonde braid between her thumb and index finger. Her hair was bright blonde, and pulled over her right shoulder in attempt of a braid. Since her hair was choppy and in nothing more than a shoulder-length cut, the braid had strands hanging out in places, pulled back with bobby pins. She pushed her bangs from her eyes and looked up at the ceiling in awe, blue eyes wide.
Nicolla Bones, a new first year, already having her ear gnawed off by someone who definitely liked to talk about themselves.

She was one of the last in, actually. She laced her own fingers together and looked ahead of her, brushing someone's shoulder. Her large brown eyes were alert, but not looking around. She didn't want to see the older faces of superiority; it would only make her more nervous. She nibbled on the inside of her lip, running a hand through her hair. Her hair was down today, tumbling in straight, very thin pieces down her back; just above her waist.
She stepped ahead like the rest of the first years, not seieng one familiar face. Ah, well. That was alright. She could do this alone.
Rory Davies took in a breath, trying to look calm. She took the edge of her skirt in her fingers, tugging it softly so it gave her something to do.
Eleven years old, and already pretty.

[Angelina Malfoy]

Ah. Spaz attack. The most silent, little spaz attack you'd have ever heard - or not heard, actually. Which meant that the fifth year was, for once, nervous beyond belief. She was going to be Sorted into a prissy house like Hufflepuff, and her grandfather would be there to watch and possibly punish the poor eleven year-old Ange later. Humble, beautiful school? Perhaps. Yet the fact that her grandfather, the one she had grown to be absolutely terrified of, was the Headmaster...

Blue eyes widened round, although this did not actually improve the girl's vision - as a matter of fact, it made it worse, which would explain the fact that she was accidentally doing small things such as elbowing people to either side of her. Oops. It wasn't the poor girl's fault that she was extremely nervous, now was it?

She stared up at... erm, 'Grandfather'. Oh dear. This could take some getting used to - it had been fine at home when he'd visited for a total of perhaps three or four times a year... but knowing that wherever she went in the castle, he basically controlled it... well. That was a dead depressing thought. She blinked slowly several times, before catching the slight smirk and wave of her brother.

Argh. More depressing thought. She wouldn't know anything and she'd have no friends and need to have her brother show her around, but she wouldn't be in Slytherin and - with these thoughts she backed up several steps (just because, well... she was like that in her own special way) and ended up bumping into a girl. Great. She had just made a brilliant impression of herself.

She turned and her eyes grew wide as she took in the girl's appearance. Not very much taller than her, despite how short Ange stood at her petite 4'9 stature. "I, um - sorry, I didn't mean to, erm - hi!" What a great impression she was giving.

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[Elliot Potter]

The Potter boy jumped with a start at the sudden presence of the boy. He looked round to see a head full of flaming orange, and a smirk placed across his lips. Was this boy one of the Weasley children, and Elliot had just never met him? No, there was not a freckle in site, but still...

"Uh, uhm... Y-yes, I-... I guess I a-am." He said, cheeks ablaze with pink and red and eyes averting away from the Headmaster.

"A-a-aa-a-are you?" Stuttered Elliot, brushing another few messy bangs out of his large, curious eyes. This was all very exciting, was it not?

Elliot's short body- shorter then the average eleven year old male- wiggled and fidgeted nervously. He attempted a slight smile at the boy, but behind him his hands were gripping into each other cautiously.

"Oh yes.." He said to himself, and not anyone but himself. "M-my name is Elliot P-Potter, Ple-pleased to meet y-you." He extended a small, fragile hand to the boy, a gesture that one did when first meeting. Another small, quivery smile and Elliot was looking even more embarrassed then ever. To think, five years from now Elliot would have this boy inside of him...

But, as he awaited the redheads hand to slip into and shake his own, Elliot's eyes wandered to a pretty blonde girl. She had a very nice face, very nice eyes and choppy blonde hair... Wow, to Elliot's small childish mind, she was a babe. And then there was the girl behind her, who had ugly dirty blonde hair that was short and... Well... Almost spiky, even. She seemed to annoy the blonde who she had been blabbing too. Then, near the back stood the next pretty female to strike Elliot. She had rather long hair and was just plain, well, good looking. With more flushing cheeks, Elliot turned back to Charles, looking rather gently at him for some odd reason.

[Rory Davies]

"No, I'm not. I'm rather relaxed," the redhead said with a smile to the shorter brunette boy, "You look so terrified. Like a deer in headlights. Poor thing, you are," he said, clicking his tongue and giving the boy's shoulder a reassuring squeaze. Yes, this was the time where Charlie was actually somewhat straight, and hadn't taken much liking in boys yet. He was one of the guys, but one of the guys with style and good taste.
He looked at the boy's hand and smiled, "Nice to meet you, Elliot, dear," he said with a nod of his head, smiel softening as he slipped his thin hand in to Elliot's for a greeting shake, "Name's Charles Ashwood. Call me Charlie," He let go of the boy's hand and straightened himself, putting his hand back in his robes pocket.
How fun. In five years Charlie would have lip rings, black hair, eyeliner, and Elliot has a best friend and secret lover. He would be showering with the boy and doing many things to him, as well as go shopping. He would have countless designer clothes, and be rather popular among the people of Hogwarts. It wasn't how he had his future pictured at all, but it always seemed to turn out different, didn't it?
"So, Elliot. You'll be my friend. What house do you plan on being sorted in?"

Nikki looked up when she felt someone bump in to her. Hoorah! Her savior! She wasn't much taller than the other blonde girl, and smiled. Finally. She could get away from this chick who was talking her ear off. She looked from the self-centered girl to the other blonde that had bumped in to her.
"Oh, there you are! I've been looking all over for you! Finally!" Nikki said, making up something to get away from this girl. She linked arms with Ange and waved to the other girl, "We've got so much to catch up on! I've missed you!"
Once far enough away, she looked back to see the girl talking to someone else. Letting out a sigh of relief, she let go of Ange's arm and smiled to her, "Sorry about that. She was kinda annoying." she nodded, suddenly feeling eyes on her. She turedn again to catch a little brunette boy turn away, walking beside a redhead, "I'm Nikki," she said, extending her hand to Ange.

Rory allowed her eyes to scan over the staff. Wow, did they look like such the lovely bunch. Hint the sarcasm. Her eyes fell upon a man with white-blonde hair. She guessed he was Headmaster, the way he sat in the middle of everyone, lips parted like he was about to speak. He had that smirk. Malfoy, she guess.
Pushing the hair from her eyes and looked down at her feet for a moment, then up again; not wanting to bring attention to herself.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot smiled, a small boyish giggle escaping him. Yes, the previous moment had been rather awkward, he had never hand another boy call him 'dear' or squeeze him... But, oh well, Elliot was too young to understand that Charlie had... Other feeling then the strait boy Elliot was. But anyways, now Elliot was laughing, and pondering for the moment.

"I... I guess I will be in... G-Gryffindor!" Oh how wrong Elliot was, poor clueless little boy. "And I will make my dad proud of m-me..."

Little did Elliot know, that when Mr. Harry Potter, Elliot's one and only father would here this news, there would be a fight, tears and a few sister's to help Elliot get out of the feeling. But for now, he would enjoy himself, and try not to look nerved.

He said, "And what do you plan on being in?", with a smile and a tilt of his head. Thin bangs fell into Elliot's eyes, and he blew at them, but alas they just fell back in. Oh well. Then, Elliot looked up to the Headmaster, who stood again and announced the beginning of the sorting.

"Hmmm... Aander, Lily..."

And it went on, and on, and finally Ashwood, Charles was called.

"Good luck." Elliot commented, smiling lightly, then turning again to the Headmaster.

[Rory Davies]

Charlie confidently walked up to the small stool, smile on his face. He winked to everyone, then settled himself down comfortably on the wooden stool, looking up slightly to see the hat of which would be placed on his head. The hat looked old and worn out. The creases in the gray fabric looked like eyes and a mouth. He knitted his eyes in curiousity and confusion. The hat nearly covered his eyes as it was placed upon his head. He felt the had move on his head slightly and supressed a small chuckle.
"Hello," he whispered, smile on his face.
"Hello, Mister Ashwood," the sorting hat returned the greeting to the boy, "Friendly one, you are. Secrets, too. Smarts. Maybe you'll choose to use those in...RAVENCLAW,"
An applause erupted and the hat was pulled off of the redhead's scalp. The eleven year old boy smiled and stood from the stool, gracefully walking to the Ravenclaw table and seating himself.
He gave all the other first years a smile and waved a bit, then turned his attention to the Headmaster, jaded to heard the rest of the 'A' named be called.

She winced when she heard the name only slightly, though. She pushed the blonde from her face and hesitated a bit before walking herself slowly up to the stool in front of everyone. She eyed the hat for a moment, of which stay gripped in the Headmaster's hand, ready to be placed atop her head.
'Bones, Nicolla'
She sat her rump down on the stool, pressing her knees together and pushing another strand of hair from her eyes. She felt the fabric softly touch her head, then everything when black. That's when she realized the hat was much too big for her, and it covered her eyes completely, "Mph," she supressed softly, blinking her eyes.
"Miss Bones. Nicolla, yes? My, aren't you a bright crayon. Carefree, indeed. Not shy, Hufflepuff is out," the hat pondered, "Not Slytherin. You're certainly bold enough for Gryffindor...but...RAVENCLAW IT IS,"
Another applaused erupted, and Nikki was granted sight again. She pranced to the Ravenclaw benches and settled beside Charlie, smiling and greeting him.

Rory watched the hat with curiosity, now being ushered towards the from of the students. She smoothed down her brown hair and blinked a few times, dreading to go up in front of everyon to be sorted. To be known.
The names of which began with 'D' were nearing, sadly.
She wrung her hands together, stepping back slightly and almost in to a little brunette boy with green eyes.
"Ah, sorry," she said with a nod of her head, looking towards the boy who matched her nervousness.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot grinned sheepishly as Charlie strutted to the stage, smiling brightly down upon everyone. he and Charlie's eyes met a brief moment before he was bombarded with the heavy, large old hat that nearly plopped itself over Charlie's eyes.

There was an eruption of clapping, and Elliot clapped brightly along with them as Charlie pranced off to Ravenclaw. Then more and more students until the little blonde girl. She was a Ravenclaw too, yes. It made Elliot wonder, would fate bring him to Ravenclaw, and would he and the little blonde girl, what was it- Nicolla-, be lovers until death? Oh, that was Elliot, he tended to fantasies often. But after more clapping and more students, he felt a bump into him, and Elliot looked round alarmed.

"O-oh," He said, awed slightly to see the long haired girl standing in front of him. "I-its quite a-al-alright..." He said, smiling softly to her. hey were around the same hight, same age, of course and... It seemed she was just as nervous as he felt; and looked, probably.

Attempting a light conversation, Elliot heaved a small sigh before saying with a smile, "W-w-will you be... Be going u-up there s-ss--ssoon?"

[Rory Davies]

Charlie looked up to see Nikki and smiled with a wave, "Hello, my lovely fellow Ravie," he whispered, attempting to make conversation as the names continued to be called. It was boring, afterall, now that it was over with and he was sorted, "I'm Charlie," he said with a smile, patting the girl's shoulder.
He pushed the red strands of hair from his icy eyes, smile on his face.
Yes, it would indeed be easy to make friends in this school. He was a very social person, anyway. Plus, he was easy to get along with. He seemed to have a lot in common with the ladies, though, which struck some as odd. Ah, well.

"I'm Nikki," the blonde girl whispered, smiling to the redheaded boy, "Nice tah meet you," She reached up and moved a piece of Charlie's hair from his face, then giggled.
Yeah, they were easily besties.
How nice it was, to find a friend on the first day of school, just like that.

Rory ran a hand through her hair and gave a nod to Elliot, "Mhm, my last name starts with a D," she said softly, stepping closer aand beside the boy, "What about your's?" she asked, cocking her head slightly.
You see, Cho and Harry hadn't kept in touch at all over the passed few years. Thus, their children never had a proper meeting. Cho actually had made sure her children were kept away from the Golden Trio's children, only allowing them to play with Marietta and her other bittchy Ravenclaw clique friends' children.
"I'm Ro-," she began, aabout to be bold and introduce herself to maybe a friend.
"Davies, Rory,"
Rory looked up, jumping a bit, hands wringing together again nervously. She hunched her shoulder for a moment, then brought them down. She took in a breath and ran a hand through her hair, stepping up to the stool. She tried to look relaxed, and she was almost sure it was working. If it wasn't for the slightly wide eyes, she could have them fooled.
The hat was placed upon her head, and like a bunch of others, she was blinded with grey fabric. She felt her eyelashes brushed against the fabric as she blinked, and then decided to keep them shut completely.
"Hello, Miss Davie. My, such a pretty girl. Shy, too." The hat said, pondering through her personality, seeking through the bad qualities and such, "Well. Much like your mother, Miss Chang, I see. I must set you in RAVENCLAW,"
The hat was taken from her head and she opened her eyes, smoothing down her hair and scurrying quickly to the Ravenclaw table, sitting on the very edge of the bench beside an older student.
It was over with. Yay.
She looked at Elliot, the boy she never got to properly talk to or be acquaintanced with.
Oh, well.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot clapped as another person he had been briefly acquainted with was sorted into Ravenclaw. d**n, now he had no one to talk to. And he waited again, and waited, and fiddled with his hands and hair and made himself look nice as the 'P's rolled around, and finally after many, many more students being sorted into Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff and Slytherin there came a...

"Potter, Elliot."

Elliot gasped lightly, expecting it but still being rather shocked. Oh, he dreaded this, yes he did. And their was a pause, with no speech as Elliot gazed at the floor, apparently unable to move.

"Potter, Elliot." Lucius said sternly again, holding the hat above the stool. Elliot closed his eyes tightly as he walked up to the stool, then opened them as it came nearer and nearer. d**n, this was nerve racking. He sat down and looked round at all the faces smiling up at him. Those students and their grins didn't help, nope. The hat slid over his eyes, down to his noes even so that he was only breathing threw his mouth. The hat was warm from previous heads, and it sort of relaxed him- that and the fact he was in the dark. But then... Then the hat rumbled as if clearing it's though. Ack, scary.

[Rory Davies]

The sorting hat let out a muffled laugh at first, then a loud one. What a horrible feeling that must be, being laughed at as you got sorted. The hat couched a bit, then chuckled again, "A Potter, yet again! But a Mister this time. My, my. Now, let's see, Mister Elliot Potter, where shall I put you? Will you be as bold as your father and mother?" the hat said, then went silent as it went through Elliot's mind like it was nothing more than files to be read. "My, my, Mister Elliot. Skittish, nervous, but...SLYTHERIN,"
There was a silence and suprise that came from the students, no claps.

Of course, from the Ravenclaw table, Charlie nudged Nikki and clapped his hands loudly, almost demanding. Nikki followed suit, the two first years clapping loudly. Soon, the other students joined in and the applause was loud.
"Slytherin?" Nikki said unsurely to Charlie, "He doesn't look like a Slytherin, hm?" she said as she clapped, smiling a bit.
"No, maybe the hat made a mistake. I was sure the boy would be a Huffie. Guess he has some secrets," Charlie said to the blonde, listening as the applause died down.
"Mm, maybe he has skeletons in his closet," Nikki suggested, smiling.
The the applause stopped and the normal sorting resumed.

[Elliot Potter]

Elliot cringed at the laughter. Oh, how embarrassing. Behind the hat Elliot was a bright, ferocious red, and then a scowl came across his lips. So what if he had two other sisters? And he was the only male? He was still very worthy, and should not have been mocked. Bitch of a hat.

Then the roar of 'SLYTHERIN', and silence. Oh em gee. Slytherin? Those lot? Elliot never thought himself among them, no, he did not... But still... It seemed he was. I guess...

"Are you serious?" He protested, but then the hat was removed, a smirk on its face as Elliot robotically walked away to the now growing applauds of the students. Elliot guessed it had been a shock to them too.

He glanced at the three Ravenclaws, attempting a screwed up smile before being pulled to the Slytherin table by a big hand. Oh well...

The Slytherins laughed and rounded on him, smirking and such. Some looked disproving, but at the same time other's were just glad to get another Slytherin for the 'team'. Elliot scowled again for a moment, then nervously laughed as he was cupped on the shoulder and such. He glanced at Charlie, Nikki and Rory, almost sad looking, but as I said, oh well.

[Angelina Malfoy]

OOC;;
Whee, time to bring Ange back in. :3 Except she would have been Sorted before Elliott. Oh well. Use your imagination.
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She fidgetted still, now standing alone once again, literally shaking beyond belief. She was actually quite a lot smaller than a lot of the other fifth years, now that she thought about it, and still nearly lost in the now dwindling crowd. Several other names were announced, and then she assumed the second half alphabetically. It figured, however, considering Ange's luck, that most of the people around her were gone, and she was standing on her own.

She was pondering over whether or not to dart back into the small crowd still standing there, when she heard the sharp call of her own name. Malfoy, Angelina. Terrible name. Terrible, terrible, terrible name. Had she not been too jumpy and already pre-occupied trying to walk properly up to the hat, Ange would have corrected this. However, she wasn't much up to that, and therefore settled for staring out at the seemingly unblinking other students before the hat was placed over her head.

Oh my, this would be a problem. Her grandfather would be terribly upset that she'd be sorted into some prissy little house, and he'd probably punish her or something of the like and - Nervous... scared... well then. We can disclude Gryffindor... What the...? Hey! It was /so/ not her fault she was frightened out of her wits. Oh gosh. She was having a conversation with a hat.

Her grandfather, she knew, was probably smirking, not knowing the train of thought the hat had. Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. Someone, please someone, tell her that she was... dead? Yes. Good idea. She was dead. Yes. She was dead and not there at the moment and - "RAVENCLAW!" What was it with this hat and interrupting her thinking - oh snap, hold up there, Ravenclaw?

At least they won't kill you... it's not Gryffindor... she told herself as the hat was taken off and she quickly got up, darting over to the Ravenclaw table where several others had been Sorted. Unsure of where to sit, she decided it would be best with the other first-years, rather than with some older student that would probably end up hurting her somehow.

She murmured a small, "Hello", before turning her attention back to the Sorting, someone now announcing an Elliott Potter. And then the moment of collected silence. And then the loud 'SLYTHERIN'. Oh dear. A Potter in Slytherin and a Malfoy... not... in Slytherin. The world was going insane.

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