The First Sorting
It could have been Helga’s inquisitive nature, or it could have been lack of common sense but either way there were plenty of excuses.
Firstly, she was busy admiring her and her friends’ handiwork. It had taken years to build, protect and hide the castle. All of the tasks they had faced in establishing the school had been long and hard but this was the first real test - the students. Would it really be possible to teach 100 eleven- year-old children magic? Would the anti-Muggle charms hold? Would the creatures and animals obey them?
Well her hopes about the last question were certainly diminishing quickly. They had decided (Rowena, Salazar, Godric and herself) that the new students should see Hogwarts for the first time in the best possible way - via the great lake. That had been a terrible idea - along with keeping the broom shed outside (she was sure they were going to get stolen - and given that they had all promised the parents not to give their children Veritaserum it would be impossible to know which one of the ‘little darlings’ had done it).
Anyway, crossing the lake … it was cold, windy, wet and the giant squid was an idiot! An absolute idiot! Its main job was to stop intruders from entering the school, not the staff and students. So much for Godric’s claims that he ‘could train any creature’. Upon entering the lake, they had been promptly slung back out again. By the time her fourth attempt to row across the lake had been thwarted, Helga had given up all hope. Needless to say that by the time she had reached the school, the last thing she wanted to do was worry about was what students she wanted in her house.
Her only other possible excuse that she could use, was that she was oblivious to some of the finer elements of the wizarding world, given that she was a half blood. Helga had had over thirty years experience in the wizarding world however so this was a highly unsatisfactory explanation.
Once she had entered the Great Hall, she quickly looked across the table and noticed that a fly seemed to be flying around and then pausing - as though struck by a stunning spell, only a few centimetres away from the table. After observing this for a few moments Helga decided that it was a lot more interested than the scared students and went to sit down. She was now in a perfect position to observe the fly.
The students finally arranged themselves into a line in front of the main table. It had been Rowena’s idea originally because as there were no houses it meant the students would all be close enough to hear them talking without having to use any charms to project their voices.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” Rowena began. She was nervous; Helga noticed it even if the others hadn’t. They had been friends for so many years that she was able to sense what her best friend was feeling, and sometimes even thinking, before she came to realise this herself. “As you should already know, there are four houses - named after us. During the course of this year we will teach you magic and how to control your talents. Before any of this however we need to establish which house, and therefore which teacher, you will be with for the rest of your time here. Professor Gryffindor and Slytherin will explain more.”
She quickly sat back down next to Helga. Meanwhile, Salazar and Godric, taking the title professor in their stride, stood up and walked over to face the terrified students.
Despite Rowena’s assurance that they were going to explain everything, the two men drew their wands and began to send multi-coloured sparks in all directions. Some of these sparks whizzed past the students ears causing them to duck, others bounced of the walls and ceiling and yet others hovered in circles by Godric’s hat which he had placed on a small three legged stool (conjured by Salazar) for everyone to see.
Fifteen minutes later the show ended with a single, purple spell. It was the last beam of purple light that had been the spell to enchant the hat, but Godric and Salazar being the men they were, seamed to have thought that one spell was ‘boring‘ and that the year needed to start with ‘a bit of a bang‘. It was so typical of those two to make everything a show. In fact Rowena and Helga had exchanged several glances throughout the fifteen minutes - it had even been hard for them not to laugh at some points! At least now, however, the students would get some sort of explanation.
“This hat has been enchanted …” Salazar began (“That wasn‘t obvious,” Godric muttered under his breath) “ to be able to read our minds.” Slytherin continued, signalling in the general direction of the other three. “This means that once we have put on this hat it will be able to tell exactly what qualities we want from the students in our house.”
“Then,” Godric finished, “ you put it on and it tells you which house you belong in. And that’s it, fast, easy, and simple!” He finished beaming at the tiny first years. Somehow they had managed to shrink into the background during the two men’s rather over the top spell casting.
At this point, both women stoop up and walked up to the front of the stool. The fly Helga had been studying seemed to have been moving very, very slowly towards the stool but it was only part way there. Gryffindor was the first to whip the hat of the stool and place it upon his head. As it has been Godric’s own hat Helga expected it to have fitted precisely, but apparently the hat had been enlarged slightly, as the hat now fell a little over his eyebrows.
The conversation he had with the hat, went as follows -
[I]Godric: Hello, hat
Hat: Hello, Godric
Godric: Are you going to ask me a question?
Hat: Like what?
(pause)
Godric: err … what students I want …
Hat: Oh, yes, students! Of course! What particular qualities do you want from the students in your house then?
Godric: Ok, well I want people who are brave, loyal, and fierce friends. I’m looking for people who understand risks but know that when it comes to their friends, or when someone that cares about is in danger - no matter what the risk is, they have to do it!
Hat: Brave, loyal, fierce friends etc. Ok I‘ve got all of that memorised, next please![/I]
Godric removed the hat looking rather pleased, apparently it had worked. Helga had been considering this for a long time - the people in her house would build a reputation, and in years to come, she herself would also be judged by the quality of those students who were going to be selected to be members of her house. Rowena stepped forward and put on the hat.
[I]Hat: Hello, Rowena.
Rowena: Hello … er …. um … do you have a name?
Hat: Godric called me hat so I suppose that’s my name.
Rowena: That’s not a name! A name is something like Hengist. He’s the man who’s planing on building a village near here, Hogsme or something he wants to call it. Actually Hengist’s a great name, I’ll call you that!
Hat: I don’t like Hengist.
Rowena: Well, What do you like?
Hat: Hat!
Rowena: Fine then, *she sighed loudly* hello, Hat!
Hat: Hello, Rowena what type of people would you like in your house?
Rowena: Ok, I’d like to have intelligent people, book worms, someone who wants to learn , people who want to make something of themselves, help others but without doing it for fame and glory. I know that’s a lot but I’m really looking for people who are open minded. Those who are willing to accept Seers, Tarot reading and consider, or even better believe in creatures such as the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. (pause) Thank you for doing this!
Hat: You’re welcome. I’ve got all of the details now. Please pass me on now, although it was nice meeting you, Miss![/I]
The fly was now quite close to the stool. Helga had been watching it intently as Rowena sat on the stool. She knew exactly what she wanted from people in her house, and as the hat was passed onto Slytherin who sat down on the seat, she recited what she wanted. She wanted Quidditch players for a start - being a huge Wigtown fan (she played for the local team but they had no official status), this made her even more determined than ever to have the best Quidditch team in Hogwarts.
Quidditch was only a small part of what she wanted however, what she really wanted was people who didn’t care about fame, immortality, books, or idiotic ideas. In her opinion absolutely morality got people nowhere, and she wanted her students to have a good combination of loyalty and common sense. Most importantly however, she wanted them to have a natural passion for small creatures (nothing like the giant squid, hypogriffs and thestrals that Gryffindor loved) and a love for magical herbs and plants.
Salazar had removed the hat and it was now her turn. The fly had reached the chair and was hovering above the seat. Deciding that the sorting was far more important Helga patted it gently out of the way with her hand. The moments her hand got close to the fly, it felt cold. Ice cold. Pushing the thought from her mind she put on the hat and sat down. That was her big mistake.
Inadvertently she had missed the signs and sat on a Wrackspurt. Or to be more precise there was now a Wrackspurt quite happily sitting somewhere inside her.
[I]Hat: Hello, Helga! (pause) Are you alright?
Helga: I’m … ok. How are you?
Hat: Well … I’m a hat. Apart from that I’m fine, thanks. Now, what type of people would you like to be in your house?
Helga: I, I, I can’t remember. I can’t believe this. I know I’ve been planning this for weeks but I just can’t remember.
Hat: Maybe if you give it a minute you’ll remember …
(Five minutes later)
Hat: How about I just give you some nice kids, I can read your mind so I know you’re a lovely person.
Helga: That would be really nice. Thank you!
Hat: No problem my dear, now I suggest you take me off. The sooner the Sorting is over, the sooner you can begin to eat the fantastic feast I know you have planned!
Helga: Thank you, goodbye.[/I]
In hundreds of year’s time, those in Hufflepuff would have a reputation for being pushovers and a group of people who have hardly any backbone between them. And it really is such a shame. If only Helga had paid more attention, followed the signs and avoided the fly that had decided to sit on the Wrackspurts shoulder. Anyway, if you ever wondered why Helga wanted such people in her house, then now you know that she didn’t.
Of all the days to have an encounter with a Wrackspurt!
A/N I went on Mugglenet to find names that were around in the founders era and it said that ‘Hengist of Woodcroft founded the town of Hogsmeade near the new school, as a haven from Muggles’. As it said new school it surgests that the founders were still there and therefore makes it likely that they knew each other. I hope this makes sence to you, if not then please leave a review and ask a question and I will answer it. Also thank you so much to my three reviewers - your comments have been fantastic and well apprecited. Thanks also to those people who have favourited this fic - it's great to hear that people like it! Finally thank you for reading this and please review if you get a chance! It’s fantastic to hear what people think!
The Continual Annoyance of Wrackspurts by WrackspurtGirl
Chapter Notes: This is my second chapter which is about the Founders and the first ever sorting at Hogwarts. Thanks to Laura (Horsegirl_2) for her Beta work on this, Myth and Chii for reading and encouraging me, and to Ritta and all the other moderators who have given me reasons for this chapters rejection. Especially Ritta, for being so nice when this was rejected and telling me where my mistakes were, it was really great of you to take the time to write such a great response! Thanks for reading and I hope you like it! Ell
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