 ~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ Claimed by Bits ❤️ ~ Queen of Typos ❄ Magical Mosh Pit ❄
The much anticipated Giant Squid had made an appearance at the Lake, though it had been much too dark for Harvey’s liking. So, he hadn’t really gotten that much of a detailed look at the creature. No one needed to know that in his haste and excitement to clamour for a better look, he had nearly toppled unceremoniously into the Lake. That sort of thing would ruin his ‘cool guy’ appearance. In the end, Harv had saved himself the embarrassment and had sat right back down as if nothing had happened. Which meant, he had arrived safely to the Great Hall, thanks to the guidance of the man who had introduced themself as the Groundskeeper, DADA Professor and Slytherin Head of House. An awful lot of responsibilities if you asked this first year. Anyway…
“FORSFELLE, HARVEY!”
He startled as his name echoed across the Hall, and at the same time, his heartbeat’s pace picked up. “This is it, don’t get scared now,” he told himself as he strode towards the Hat. Harv sat upon the stool and soon the Hat was placed upon his head. It rested well over his forehead, almost touching his eyes but he waited with slight impatience for his Sorting process to commence.
“Hmm… another Forsfelle, I see.”
“Tell me something I don’t know.” Harv couldn’t help but be somewhat snippy. He was already bored, just wanted to be Sorted.
“Such impatience. Very well. Let’s see. Lots of confidence, talent, brilliance. Yet not an ounce of need to prove yourself. But there is uncertainty about what you want to be or do. My, my. There is certainly a lot of that.”
Harvey remained silent. He already knew all of this about himself, as he often took the time to reflect upon his nature.
“Ambition, but of the mild sort… for now. Loyalty, plenty of it, especially towards family. Bravery but not recklessness thrives. What you also possess, young Forsfelle, in great abundance are a sharp mind, analytical intelligence and a genuine love for learning. That means -
RAVENCLAW!” |