He always liked watching the sorting ceremony and this year was no exception.The first years were all huddled together in a tight pack, drawing on their group members for the strength they will soon be needing to walk up to the stool.

He could remember his own sorting almost as if it were yesterday. How he had stood there, slightly nervous and a little haughtily, awaiting his turn.

Minerva McGonagall now came into view, carrying the patched and dirty hat and a long roll of parchment. The sorting began shortly.

Suddenly, without really knowing how, he was transported back to his own. He saw it vividly. There stood Professor Tofty, holding the parchment aloft and calling his name. There he was walking shakily up to the hat, all eyes on him. Now the hat had slipped over his eyes and was whispering in his ear.

With a jolt, he was flung back into the present only to notice that the ceremony was over. Professor Dumbledore now stood, addressing the students.

“…And once again I’d like to welcome you all to Hogwarts and remember, if you need anything feel free to approach me or your Head of House, whom I will introduce know. Hufflepuffs, please find Professor Sprout for all your needs. Slytherins, Professor Snape will be delighted to help you with anything. Ravenclaws, the long suffering Professor Flitwick will tend to all your needs. And lastly Gryffindors will find all the help they need in Professor Riddle.”