Sorting Ceremony Harry Potter Novels & Stories

Rosa packed the gift, put it on her shoulder, and waved to Brawen: "Come on, tonight I'm sure you'll have a dead brother under your skirt." At that moment, a feeling of insecurity crossed Brawen's heart, the image of a white dress covered in blood flashed in her mind, but quickly disappeared before Brawen could catch it. The entrance ceremony was always one of the major school festivals in the vampire world. Every day on this day, all the students, teachers, even the nobles in the country will come to attend. Speaking of which, surely anyone can imagine how solemn and grandiose it will be. After being enchanted by Rosa's hand, Brawen could not even recognize the person standing in front of t

Today was the 66th time my boyfriend, Arnold Porter, and I would hold my marking ceremony. We didn't invite many of our friends this time; our family and close friends were the only guests present. I forced myself to ignore the twinge in my stomach that had been there since early this morning while I confirmed the details of the ceremony with the officiant. Arnold, on the other hand, was utterly disinterested. He was sitting in the lounge at the side of the hall, busy massaging his adoptive sister Erna Porter's hands.

The look in his eyes was one of dread, he didn’t want to fight me, but tradition and my father commanded it. He expected her to hold back. To hesitate. He didn’t know how much she’d already lost. I looked up towards the old bell tower, not seeing but knowing Aeryn crouched atop the old bell tower overlooking the ritual grounds, cloaked in shadow. I didn’t need a distraction, I needed to focus, this wasn’t about justice. It was a message. As the circle flared to life, carved with ancient sigils and magic-forged boundaries, I felt the bond tighten. My pulse quickened in my chest like a warning drum.

Isandra POV I had just peeled open the second to last page in Gravemire’s welcome packet when I saw it. Big, bold, shiny text across a blood red page: HOUSE SELECTION IS MANDATORY. NO EXCEPTIONS. I blinked at it. “House selection? Like… magical dorm room sorting on steroids?” Below the heading was a sleek enchanted parchment embedded into the page. As I stared, it shimmered and expanded, revealing four rotating sigils. “House Sorting takes place at 9:00 AM in the Grand Arena,” it read. “You will be magically scanned and sorted based on your raw essence. You cannot lie. You cannot refuse. You cannot transfer houses.”

I released my breath as he continued. “To the new students, welcome. Let the sorting begin.” He finished. Everyone else was excited. I wanted to throw up. Someone else took over and began calling out students one by one. In alphabetical order, with the last name coming first. One by one, students stepped onto the glowing circle in the centre. As each did, light rose around them. Symbols lit up. In some cases, glowing tattoos appeared on their skin. A few sprouted claws or eyes that shimmered briefly gold or red.

Cedric charged at Lucindo and gripped him hard by the neck. Lucindo chanted incantations and Cedric was once again flung into the forest. He pulled Suzy closer and snapped her neck with a wave of his hand. He snapped his fingers and the once dimly-lit field became illuminated with torches placed at pillars that were shielded from view magically. A pentagram is drawn on the floor alongside dark magical symbols drafted around. The pile of dead werewolves was in a section of the pentagram and they were marked with a crescent sign on their forehead.

So when she shot me a glare before returning her attention back to the ongoing ceremony, I tore my gaze from her and redirected it back to Calisto and his sister, all the while wearing a passive expression in my face, as if her winter-like coldness didn’t wither my spirit. The ceremony went on, and I watched with rapt focus as my children filled their little rose-gold goblets with the moon-blessed water in the gigantic golden bowl. Once every kid had their goblets filled, Wendell Alfiero, who had his palm placed on the round magical artifact that was perched on a small bowl-like stand on the table, began to lead the oath-taking. The bunch of little runts—bless their tiny pure hearts—listened

Said Alpha Marco telepathically to Harry, his Beta who was heading to Mendes' residence to give the potion in question. ### One hour before the ceremony. Marco is wearing worn short jeans and a black short-sleeved T-shirt. There is no point in dressing well during the ceremony because afterward, they will turn into their wolves. Introducing the respective wolves to the Alpha. If they persist after the event, if their body is too weak the last program will be postponed to the next day.

Then, clad in fuzzy blue bedroom slippers with pom-poms on the toes, baggy jeans, red belt, and braless, she waited. The sorceress took up the mortar and pestle. In went the deadly nightshade, the wild elephant's ear, the bladderwort, and the stinking smut. Blobs of mercury slid over the powdered herbs as she had carefully poured it from the vail while covering her nose and mouth with her feathered sleeve.

Dorin frowned, "She just typically leaves for a couple of weeks to sell spells and charms... at least that's what she tells me..." "An artificer, huh..." Mar said thoughtfully, "Anyway, we need to take care of those charms if you want to enter the gates." "That's right!" Dorin gasped. "I need to sign up for the Photography class!" "Photography class?" Mar frowned. [Registration closes at 5] wrote Seb. "Then try removing the offensive charms first and see if you can pass the gates." Dorin did just that, and after a couple of tries, where he took off 2 more elemental offence charms, was finally able to enter the university gates.