Post by professorsilver on Aug 3, 2011 14:01:46 GMT -5
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Desmond was fumbling with his robes as he moved into the Great Hall. His robes were to big for him at the moment, he was a lanky and skinny as an Eleven year old went. Brown disheveled hair hanging in front of his face, hazel orbs curiously looking around the room as he took in every thing. Noting the old man sitting in the middle of the large table behind an old woman holding an even older hat. Was that even possible? The hat looked like something he would find in the creek down by his old house in Ireland. Following the crowd as they pushed him forward, Desmond stood at the bottom of the steps leading up on the teacher's higher sitting area where the stool was positioned by the old lady and the hat. "Wonder what thi-"
The old lady's voice cut his own words off as she yelled for the first name. He watched this blonde haired girl move up and the hat placed on her head. Shock and awe filled Desmond's eyes as he watched it move and speak aloud. How was this possible? The hat was alive. He shook his head, anything was possible his dad had told him the day before he left. The world is more magical than what his parents were and he would find out soon enough, was his words of departure just before the 'I love you son'.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" Desmond watched as a pink haired girl slipped up the stairs and looked up to the old lady. "Just Tonks please." She said respectively but loud enough others could hear. The room laughed while the sorting hat was sat on her head and it began speaking. He wondered why the girl had pink hair but let it slide as she was sorted and slipped off to her respected table.
"Desmond O'Sarain" Desmond's name being called made him jump a bit. He moved up the steps before slipping his bottom down to meet the wood stool. Feeling the weight of the hat on his head, Desmond blinked trying to look up at it. All he could think about was being strong and able like his father. To be the hard working, protective person his father was while maintaining his cool like his mom had in so many issues at home. He knew not what this school had to offer, but he knew what ever he liked he was going to shoot for the best. Never would he fall short, he would make his parents proud and show everyone that he wasn't just a small lanky boy like he appeared...
Hufflepuff - 16
Ravenclaw - 12
Gryffindor - 10
Slytherin - 7
Ravenclaw - 12
Gryffindor - 10
Slytherin - 7
Desmond was fumbling with his robes as he moved into the Great Hall. His robes were to big for him at the moment, he was a lanky and skinny as an Eleven year old went. Brown disheveled hair hanging in front of his face, hazel orbs curiously looking around the room as he took in every thing. Noting the old man sitting in the middle of the large table behind an old woman holding an even older hat. Was that even possible? The hat looked like something he would find in the creek down by his old house in Ireland. Following the crowd as they pushed him forward, Desmond stood at the bottom of the steps leading up on the teacher's higher sitting area where the stool was positioned by the old lady and the hat. "Wonder what thi-"
The old lady's voice cut his own words off as she yelled for the first name. He watched this blonde haired girl move up and the hat placed on her head. Shock and awe filled Desmond's eyes as he watched it move and speak aloud. How was this possible? The hat was alive. He shook his head, anything was possible his dad had told him the day before he left. The world is more magical than what his parents were and he would find out soon enough, was his words of departure just before the 'I love you son'.
"Nymphadora Tonks!" Desmond watched as a pink haired girl slipped up the stairs and looked up to the old lady. "Just Tonks please." She said respectively but loud enough others could hear. The room laughed while the sorting hat was sat on her head and it began speaking. He wondered why the girl had pink hair but let it slide as she was sorted and slipped off to her respected table.
"Desmond O'Sarain" Desmond's name being called made him jump a bit. He moved up the steps before slipping his bottom down to meet the wood stool. Feeling the weight of the hat on his head, Desmond blinked trying to look up at it. All he could think about was being strong and able like his father. To be the hard working, protective person his father was while maintaining his cool like his mom had in so many issues at home. He knew not what this school had to offer, but he knew what ever he liked he was going to shoot for the best. Never would he fall short, he would make his parents proud and show everyone that he wasn't just a small lanky boy like he appeared...
