The time had finally come - he was to go to Hogwarts. That was, if the Sorting Hat didn't just boot him right out. Though he had shown signs of magic so he doubted that would actually happen. As he had sat on the train, he had sought out privacy, sketching his surroundings with quiet contemplation. At least, until someone had called him a sissy and so Apollo had punched him right in the nose. Not the best start of his Hogwarts career but he had gotten off with a warning from a prefect.
And then had come time for the boats and he had ended up in the same one with the boy from before. What rotten luck! Apollo had spent part of the boat ride planning a million and one ways to torment the other boy if he was going to continue tormenting Apollo and the other half of the time had been spent marvelling at the beauty of Hogwarts as it came into view. He thanked his mind for being able to recall such things - he wanted to sketch it dearly. Perhaps he could after the sorting?
As they were lead into the Great Hall, Apollo looked around with bright, curious eyes. Oh, he wanted to draw this. He clutched his ever present sketchbook against his chest, the charcoal from his sketching during his train ride still staining his fingers. He spotted his cousin Justice at the Ravenclaw table and Clementine over at the Hufflepuff table. Would he join one of them or end up somewhere else entirely? He was sure that all his cousins Rookwood would definitely agree that Hogwarts was better than the St. Mungos Home for Inconvenient Children. The food smelled a whole lot better, that was for sure. Apollo didn't have any grand ambitions when it came to his Hogwarts life. He mostly hoped to be just left alone for the most part.
As he watched the sorting hat sort those with surnames that came before his own in the alphabet, he could not help but wonder how it worked. Well, he was going to learn that someday, wasn't he? He hoped so. He also wanted to know how the ceiling of the Great Hall worked. Everything about Hogwarts so far appealed to his artistic eye. Was there even going to be enough time in his school career to sketch everything? With that curious wonder swirling in his head, Apollo settled onto the stool once his turn came. And now, where would the hat decide he belonged?
And then had come time for the boats and he had ended up in the same one with the boy from before. What rotten luck! Apollo had spent part of the boat ride planning a million and one ways to torment the other boy if he was going to continue tormenting Apollo and the other half of the time had been spent marvelling at the beauty of Hogwarts as it came into view. He thanked his mind for being able to recall such things - he wanted to sketch it dearly. Perhaps he could after the sorting?
As they were lead into the Great Hall, Apollo looked around with bright, curious eyes. Oh, he wanted to draw this. He clutched his ever present sketchbook against his chest, the charcoal from his sketching during his train ride still staining his fingers. He spotted his cousin Justice at the Ravenclaw table and Clementine over at the Hufflepuff table. Would he join one of them or end up somewhere else entirely? He was sure that all his cousins Rookwood would definitely agree that Hogwarts was better than the St. Mungos Home for Inconvenient Children. The food smelled a whole lot better, that was for sure. Apollo didn't have any grand ambitions when it came to his Hogwarts life. He mostly hoped to be just left alone for the most part.
As he watched the sorting hat sort those with surnames that came before his own in the alphabet, he could not help but wonder how it worked. Well, he was going to learn that someday, wasn't he? He hoped so. He also wanted to know how the ceiling of the Great Hall worked. Everything about Hogwarts so far appealed to his artistic eye. Was there even going to be enough time in his school career to sketch everything? With that curious wonder swirling in his head, Apollo settled onto the stool once his turn came. And now, where would the hat decide he belonged?