Alexander had spent a good portion of the sorting ceremony with his hands shoved in his pockets, hiding that they were balled into fists. He'd never had any strong feelings about his last name but now that it meant he had to wait until nearly last to be sorted it was sort of an unfortunate name to have. Waiting was the worst. He just wanted it over with. He wanted to know his place and get to it and get on with his life.
When it was finally his turn he walked up to the hat with deliberate steps. He wanted to look confident - he was confident - but his legs felt impossibly heavy for some reason. Sat on the stool with no where to hide his hands he rested them on his lap, palms flat against his legs. He'd seen a few before him flinch at first and so he'd braced for that but it didn't completely stop the surprise of hearing an actual voice in his head.
"What class are you most excited about?"
Oh, maybe this would be easier than he expected... 'Transfiguration', he answered without hesitation. It was really the only subject he'd thought about over the summer. Charms would probably be cool too but he was most looking forward to learning transfiguration from Mr. Foxwood.
"How would you deal with failing a test?"
Ok, so much for 'easier'. He tried to think of tests he'd had before, the idea of failing them, and how it made him feel. He'd spent so much time lately thinking of other things that the idea of doing well in classes was kind of a new prospect for him and he almost resented the hat for asking. Wasn't it it's job to know what was in his brain?
Thinking it through he decided tests for the sake of tests didn't bother him much - it seemed like teachers just liked giving tests. But if it was a test that mattered, something that he cared about - 'I'd work harder for the next one. It wouldn't happen again.'
"Who is your hero?"
At first he thought of his father, that was the natural answer right? But Alexander dismissed it as quickly as it came. He was gone now, anyways. Then he thought of his brother. He probably would have said him a few weeks ago but now? His brother didn't even want him around. 'I don't have one.' he decided, wondering if everyone was just walking around having heros all the time.
"What would your friends say about you?"
He didn't have to think about this one much either because he'd had this one answered for him since leaving the orphanage. 'That I've changed'
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"
'I want to be of age. To be in charge of myself.' Just five more years and he wouldn't be anyone's ward anymore.
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When it was finally his turn he walked up to the hat with deliberate steps. He wanted to look confident - he was confident - but his legs felt impossibly heavy for some reason. Sat on the stool with no where to hide his hands he rested them on his lap, palms flat against his legs. He'd seen a few before him flinch at first and so he'd braced for that but it didn't completely stop the surprise of hearing an actual voice in his head.
"What class are you most excited about?"
Oh, maybe this would be easier than he expected... 'Transfiguration', he answered without hesitation. It was really the only subject he'd thought about over the summer. Charms would probably be cool too but he was most looking forward to learning transfiguration from Mr. Foxwood.
"How would you deal with failing a test?"
Ok, so much for 'easier'. He tried to think of tests he'd had before, the idea of failing them, and how it made him feel. He'd spent so much time lately thinking of other things that the idea of doing well in classes was kind of a new prospect for him and he almost resented the hat for asking. Wasn't it it's job to know what was in his brain?
Thinking it through he decided tests for the sake of tests didn't bother him much - it seemed like teachers just liked giving tests. But if it was a test that mattered, something that he cared about - 'I'd work harder for the next one. It wouldn't happen again.'
"Who is your hero?"
At first he thought of his father, that was the natural answer right? But Alexander dismissed it as quickly as it came. He was gone now, anyways. Then he thought of his brother. He probably would have said him a few weeks ago but now? His brother didn't even want him around. 'I don't have one.' he decided, wondering if everyone was just walking around having heros all the time.
"What would your friends say about you?"
He didn't have to think about this one much either because he'd had this one answered for him since leaving the orphanage. 'That I've changed'
"If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?"
'I want to be of age. To be in charge of myself.' Just five more years and he wouldn't be anyone's ward anymore.
