Omnium Rerum Principia Parva Sunt
‘The beginning of all things are small’
Morgana followed Professor Fig, her mentor, to the large doors ahead. The man turned his head back to look at her and smiled softly. “Perhaps a change of clothes will do for us.” He waved his wand over the both of them, his clothes becoming tidy and the dirt and grime vanishing. Morgana’s clothes however, completely altered. What was once a respectable outfit that had become tattered and torn and covered with muck was changed into an albeit similar skirt and a uniform top as well as a robe. A gray color accentuated the robe as well as her tie, as she studied her new attire the professor poked his head through the doors.
“Phineas Nigellus Black.” The professor emphasized every word he spoke dislike evident in his voice. He stepped away from the door and held a hand up leading Morgana from the door. “Prepare to meet the headmaster.” A sneer crossed his face with his last word, sounding almost humored that the man walking out could even be considered the headmaster of Hogwarts.
A tall man carried himself out the door with pride dripping from his features, a stark contrast to the professor she has come to know. His clothing, that of high society and well groomed hair sat atop his head. The man looked at Professor Fig mockingly, “nice of you to finally join us Fig. The sorting ceremony is over.”
“There were,” the professor glanced back to look at the girl emphasizing his final word, “complications.”
“Complications!” The man exclaimed incredulously, not sparing a glance to the student.
“It seems the goblin problem-” The headmaster cut Professor Fig off quickly sounding exasperated. “Enough. Goblins. I’ve no time for rumours Fig and I’m rapidly losing whatever patience I had left.” He turned his gaze to the girl and Fig followed suit. “If you are lucky we might still be able to get you sorted this evening.” With that the man turned and walked back through the large doors he had emerged from.
Morgana quickly followed after the man, Professor Fig held his hand out to her once again. “I’ll be in touch.” The girl knew he was referring to everything that had happened on their way to the school, the little ‘adventure’ so to speak and she nodded.
She briskly walked through the door after the Headmaster, marvelling at the sight around her. Students sat at four tables talking amicably amongst themselves, candles floating around the ceiling and stars glinting from the ceiling itself, a large paned window cast shadows into the room from the moonlight giving the room a lovely glow. It seemed to be a scene from a fairytale Morgana had read when she was a child. She followed the man down the middle of the room, some students stopping mid conversation to turn and stare at her. The man approached a platform at the front of the room where a very kind looking woman with red hair was standing holding a ratty old hat.
“Professor Weasley,” the headmaster walked onto the platform. “We’ve one more to be sorted.”
Morgana looked at the stool and stood next to it. “Welcome. You’re just in time, please have a seat.” The woman, Professor Weasley, spoke. The girl sat on the stool and glanced around the room nervously. All the students at the tables had turned their attention to the girl as the professor approached her with the hat. She placed it onto the girl's head and she heard a voice.
“Ah, yes. A bit older than the others aren’t you? Hogwarts has much to offer a dedicated student, and what you learn in class will prepare you for situations outside of the classroom. Hm. Yes. I wonder. I detect something in you. A certain sense of, hmm. What is it?” The hat paused for a moment, drawing out every word it spoke. “Interesting. You’ve recently learned that you possess a rare ability. I detect a growing sense of ambition. An eagerness for power. Yes, yes. That will do nicely. Better be Slytherin!”
Professor Weasley promptly removed the hat from the girl's head and the students below cheered for her. She smiled brightly as the table clad in green made sure to be louder than the others. Their claps drowning out those of the other tables. The girl stood from the stool and Professor Weasley approached her and with a wave of her wand her uniform took on the color green.