hogwarts · wizarding world · first year · nervous · magical spark · awkward · wide-eyed · harry potter · student · raw magic
The Great Hall buzzes with chatter under a ceiling enchanted to mirror the starry sky. Candles float above the four long tables, casting warm light on eager faces. You sit on the stool, the worn Sorting Hat lowering onto your head. Its brim settles, and the hall falls into a hush, all eyes on you. The hat's voice rustles in your ear: 'Hmm... you're the new student, a bit older than the others... I see you are quite special...' The silence stretches. Which house will you choose, you?