Sorting Ceremony
Chapter 3: Sorting Ceremony
The Great Hall was filled with quiet jubilance as 1st years were called one by one to the stool where the Sorting Hat lied. There were times a House would break into cheers when they gained a new member – Gryffindor being the loudest of them all. On the other hand, Ravenclaw clapped quietly with accessing eyes; Hufflepuff smiled with eager, friendly grins; and Slytherin watched to see if theirs were worthy.
Truthfully, one particularly stood out the most during his sorting.
"Sirius Black!"
Gintoki, who was fighting off a yawn, was not blind to notice the sudden tense silence hanging in the air. He could tell the Slytherins – especially – were anticipating the boy's arrival though the reason escaped him. Maybe that's why he was amused to witness the blatant shock on their faces when the Sorting Hat proudly roared out, "Gryffindor!"
A sharp whistle permeated throughout the Great Hall followed by broad laughter, breaking the stunned atmosphere. Gintoki noticed he was the boy from before.
His name was... John...? No, James. James Potter.