Light + Dark = Magic (Solangelo Goes to Hogwarts)

What Are You Doing In My Head?

When we walked into the Great Hall there was many kids sitting at four different tables. I looked up and gasped at what I saw. It didn't look like there was a ceiling, it looked like the night sky. Thousands of stars where scattered around the dark blue void.

I heard a faint "Woah," beside me and new that Will was looking up too. When we were all gathered inside he leaned down and said, "This place is awesome."

All I did was nod, because I couldn't trust myself to speak. His hot breath on my neck had made me shiver, (I wasn't even cold, so I don't understand how) and it gave me goosebumps. My face felt hot, so I think I was blushing. Great. I looked down to hide my blushing face.

All of the other first years were shivering from being out in the rain, but I was always cold. (When you touched me, not because I get cold.) And Will was a son of Apollo, he had a naturally high body temperature, he didn't look the slightest bit cold. (A/N: Just go with it.)

I looked up when I was sure my blush had receded, and saw that Professor McGonagall had placed a four-legged stool on the ground in front of all of us. She had placed an extremely old, dirty, patched wizard's hat on top of it. For a moment there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song:

A thousand years or more ago
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:

Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.

They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.

Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.

By Gryffindor, the bravest were
Prized far beyond the rest;
For Ravenclaw, the cleverest
Would always be the best;

For Hufflepuff, hard workers were
Most worthy of admission;
And power-hungry Slytherin
Loved those of great ambition.

While still alive they did divide
Their favourites from the throng,
Yet how to pick the worthy ones
When they were dead and gone?

'Twas Gryffindor who found the way,
He whipped me off his head
The founders put some brains in me
So I could choose instead!

Now slip me snug about your ears,
I've never yet been wrong,
I'll have a look inside your mind
And tell where you belong!

The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished.

"I was not expecting that," I said to Will. "Not expecting that at all."

Professor McGonagall started unrolling a large scroll of paper. Or was it parchment? It was hard to tell from the distance.

"When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool," she said to us. "When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table."

She started calling out names, and the students walked up, put the hat on, got sorted, and sat down at their House table. Eventually all of the first years were done, and Will and I were the last ones.