The Sorting
The dining hall erupted into chaos.
It was unheard of, for someone to join Hogwarts in their sixth year. Most magical children came into their magic at age 11, and then were sent their letters and shipped out to Hogwarts to begin their magical schooling. Moseby was appalled, how could a wizard come into their magic so late? He was only relieved that he himself had come into his magic at the correct time. He couldn't imagine not knowing magic or believing you were a squib. He couldn't be a squib.
Headmaster Tipton waved his hands and the dining hall went quiet again just as quickly. Arwin, the new student, looked nervous at the uproar he had caused. Moseby felt sorry for whoever had to teach this new kid everything he'd missed. He'd have to take remedial classes, sacrificing his and his teachers' free time.
" Arwin Hawkhausder will now be sorted, if we could all please give him a moment of quiet, " The headmaster continued. McGonagall sat the boy in the chair, holding the sorting hat over his head. She barely lowered it before it shouted out HUFFLEPUFF.
Moseby couldn't help but chuckle to himself, thinking it seemed fitting. He looked like he belonged in Hufflepuff.
Arwin didn't seem to mind, though, but Moseby figured it was simply a matter of not knowing the qualities of each house. He was just glad Arwin was not a Ravenclaw because he surely would have had to tutor him.
Arwin joined his fellow Hufflepuffs and the feast began. It was all good and familiar again after that. Once dinner ended, Moseby led his first year Ravenclaws back to the dorm. H einformed them of the password, warned them of the staircases and all was well. However, before he could leave the comon room and get redy for bed himself, Nearly Headless Nick flaoted into the room.
"Headmaster Tipton is looking for you, dear boy. You must go to his office at once" he informed, leaving as quixkly as he came. Moseby hadn't even a chance to ask why.