Wizarding World

*OK, I'm behind you. Who's up next with the sorting hat?*

*Jet (Cloud). But the hat's gone silent and we're waiting to see which house she'll be in.*

*Wow! The hat's taking a long time to decide!*

*Yea I know*

Mo then noticed a girl standing behind him.
"Oh hello," he greeted. "What's your name?"

"I am Calust. Who are you and what house d'you think you'll be in. Personally I think I like Ravenclaw." She said opening up at once.

*Agh! Help me! what house should I be in?! The hats got me confused!*

Black saw mo talking to a new girl, she waved fredly but then look back at her house mate who istly stop talking.
" ok then" black thogt it was a litl odd.

*huglepuff? be difrent!*

*Yea, you'd be really hard-working and loyal to your friends.*

*I agree. It's the personality you give off in your posts.*

black was geting bord of this and sufeld her feet,"cant be that hard to choses" she thogt

*Come on!*

*Okay, thanks guys, I've decided...*
The hat paused for a moment more, until everyone was ready to snap.
"SLYTHERIN!" It declared. Noone moved. Noone spoke.

*i kind of gess youd say that lol*

Black mornd and folded her arms in disgust. "bloody stupid hat" she thogt looking at the syliring table. They were all twisted scemers over there, at lest in ravenclaw you were respted for you vews and talntes there you be laghd at for the slites thing.

There was a burst of laughter from the Slytherin table, as Jet slid off the stool, her face dropped like a block of cement. Fergus started laughing, and it affected the other Slytherins. Soon, the whole table was laughing. Jet felt her face go crimson.

Mistress groaned. Why had someone who seemed so nice be put into a cruel place like that. Life can be so unfair.

Black look to her as if to ask if she minded being in syvrinth

Mo and Dyel looked shocked. Jet didn't have the right qualities to be in Slytherin. When order was restored, the Professor's voice rang out.
"Armoses Stirm." Mo was shocked but quickly composed himself. He stepped up to the stool and sat down.

Jet went to the Slytherin table, and sat as far away from them as she could. She was horrified. Slytherin were the worst team. They were hated. She was hated now. She realised the depth of the problem, but turned and watched Mo being Sorted.

*House, Cloundwinger not team. And could someone be the Profressor while me and Dyel are being Sorted please?*

*Sorry. She means Quidditch team, lol. I'll be the prof. Which one do you want?*

*O ok. Gryffindor and so will Dyel.*

Mo waited as the hat went onto his head. Dyel watched his brother anxiously.

*No I mean, which professor?*

*The one that's doing the Sorting. He's sort of new but knows what he's doing*

Oh no. After this sorting, she'd be up next. Nervousness twisted her stomach and she was glad she hadn't eaten anything. "Blurck!" Too late. She was sick.