"Right everyone, get into groups of four and board a boat!" Hagrid ordered.
Cleo, Albus and Rose all climb into a boat. Then, a girl with jet black hair and light blue eyes sulks towards their boat.
"Right, there's no more spaces alright? So I'm sitting here." She slumps into the boat, arms folded.
"Ready everyone? Lets go!" Hagrid waved his pink umbrella and the boats began to move forward. As the moved closer to the castle, little gasps of excitement could be heard from Cleo, Rose and Albus.
"Alright everyone, out the boats, and stand over here please! Hurry up, or you'll be late!"
The shuffling of feet across the stone steps (up towards the school doors) filled the air. Hagird knocked three times with his large clenched fist, then gave a comforting smile to Albus, who had gone a little bit green. The doors creaked open, to reveal a short, grey, wrinkled man standing before them, staring up at them through his spectacles.
"Hagrid, I presume these are the first years?"
"You are correct yet again, Proffessor, " Then whispers to Rose "As he is every year."
"Good." He prompts " Now, follow me, children. Hagrid, go take your place at the table, ready for the ceremony."
"Right then, goodluck!" and with one wave, Hagrid had squeezed past the students into the castle.
"Come on in then!" The short man sighed. "I'm Proffessor Flitwick, and I teach Charms. In a moment, you will be escorted into the Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony will begin. A hat will be placed on your head, and you will then be put into either Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytherin. Each house has its own perks, and no house is better than the others. Now, wait here, I will come and fetch you shortly." And with that, Flitwick had turned on his heels into the Great Hall. It was only when Albus got his first peek into the Hall, that he realised exactly why his father that cherished Hogwarts; it was the most magical place he had ever seen.