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PostSubject: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Jan 14, 2015 1:23 am

The Durmstrang ship looks like an ordinary sized ship, but is under an extension spell, making it much larger and roomier than it looks. It was built in the old fashion way of a Viking ship, but with the levels and cabins of ships from the 18th century.

In one of the cabins, all the first years are requested to go. A professor from the school is with them and guides them to this cabin. And then, one by one, the students will walk into the room and be sorted into their houses.

the cabin:

The cabin is bare and plain, and very old. It has stayed untouched, but preserved, since the Durmstrang ship was created. The highmasters and mistresses of Durmstrang found that the place where students were to be sorted, was sacred and should not be contaminated by anything else than time.

In the room, there is only two items. In the left hand corner, a long sword is leaning against the wall, the sheath lying by the point of the sword. In the right hand corner, an old, open book is resting on a podium. A professor is standing on the other side of the room, looking on as the students appear one by one.

As the students choose, they leave through the open door in the same end of the room as the items. They will then find their way through to the nicer quarters where they will sleep during the long journey to the Durmstrang Institute.

When a students chooses an object, s/he walks over to it and touches it. If nothing happens, the item has accepted the student. However, if the item starts shining a red and ominous color, it means the student has chosen a house they do not really belong in.

Every student belongs in a house. What happens when a student walks into the cabin, is that the items will search the student's magical proprieties, and the item that the student fits best in of the two will instantly know that this is their student, and the other item will reject the student, should s/he try to take that item.

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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Jan 23, 2015 2:37 pm

It was Carmen first year in this school and it was time to go through sorting. She was bit nervous about it. Girl greeted the professor who was standing there, even it might not be necessaty she felt like it should be still good idea to do it. She had good manners.

She did take deep breath and then walked into the cabin. She looked around there, she saw on left sword and on right book. She looked at these two objects and wondered which one she should take. She did know what symboled which house, she still needed some time to think just in the case. She look at left then at right, she did it multiple times. She needed choose and she didn't really like to choose but sometimes in life she had do it.

She was nice and sweet girl for sure. She really did love to read books and also she liked to draw, so she was quite creative one. Carmen also was loyal and honest one with people around her. The house where she wanted to be was Breidablikk and she knew book repsented it. She once more looked at these two objects. Even if her answer in mind was clear she still needed some time to think that all through. She did take once again deep breath.

Girl closed her eyes for a second and then soon opened them again. She had decided what she wants to do finally. She didn't need to think it over anymore at all. She turned her body to right wall and walked then towards the object which was book. She really hoped that was right choice for her. She did reached to do it and touched the book.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Jan 23, 2015 4:13 pm

Carmen Gonzales wrote:
It was Carmen first year in this school and it was time to go through sorting. She was bit nervous about it. Girl greeted the professor who was standing there, even it might not be necessaty she felt like it should be still good idea to do it. She had good manners.

She did take deep breath and then walked into the cabin. She looked around there, she saw on left sword and on right book. She looked at these two objects and wondered which one she should take. She did know what symboled which house, she still needed some time to think just in the case. She look at left then at right, she did it multiple times. She needed choose and she didn't really like to choose but sometimes in life she had do it.

She was nice and sweet girl for sure. She really did love to read books and also she liked to draw, so she was quite creative one. Carmen also was loyal and honest one with people around her. The house where she wanted to be was Breidablikk and she knew book repsented it. She once more looked at these two objects. Even if her answer in mind was clear she still needed some time to think that all through. She did take once again deep breath.

Girl closed her eyes for a second and then soon opened them again. She had decided what she wants to do finally. She didn't need to think it over anymore at all. She turned her body to right wall and walked then towards the object which was book. She really hoped that was right choice for her. She did reached to do it and touched the book.

As the student's fingers reached the book, nothing happened at first, but then a slow, rumbling sound filled the room, growing more and more powerful. The horn in the other end of the room signaled that the student had indeed chosen the right artifact and house.

The professor standing by the entrance door walked closer to the student, and gave her her very own Draupnir ring, the ring that welcomed all the students as a part of the Durmstrang community. It would magically resize to fit whatever finger she'd keep it on. And then the professor smiled. "Welcome to Durmstrang. And to Breidablikk."

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Serafina Årud
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyMon Jan 26, 2015 10:21 pm

Serafina had transferred. She was no longer at Hogwarts, nor living in England, she was home. Norway. She loved it here, the scenery, the people, her family. However, she would still attend a wizarding school. A school where she would see her family very rarely for 7 years. Seven. Though she completed a year at Hogwarts and she's 12, Durmstrang just reopened and she'd have to start as a first year. Of course. She waited with all the childish, snottish eleven year olds until it was her turn.

She entered in the cabin, and saw a book and a sword. However, her mind quickly rested on the looks of the cabin. Only the poor, ugly people must sleep here. The room looked old, it was torn apart and looked like it could cave in at any moment, she hated being in here, she was far too pretty to be caught in such an old place.

She had heard that she needed to choose an item, but neither appealed to her. One appealed more than the other, but still. She knew she wouldn't be going for the book, it was rather large and dusty looking and she despised books. She hated reading and she hated the smell of paper. The sword, however, she could've used that years ago when she was attacked by the dog. She noticed the way it laid against the wall, the magical shine it held, it was old, she was sure, but it attracted her attention.

Serafina had always been brave. She was brave when she was attacked by the large dog, she was brave when her home caught fire, the same fire that killed her mother, and most importantly, she was brave when her father decided to leave Norway. Now, that bravery would get her somewhere. The door behind her was closed, the only way to make it open so she could leave this horrible room would be to choose the item she knew she should. Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, she took the few steps to cross the room and outstretched her arm, until her fingers brushed the sword handle.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyMon Jan 26, 2015 10:35 pm

Serafina Årud wrote:
Serafina had transferred. She was no longer at Hogwarts, nor living in England, she was home. Norway. She loved it here, the scenery, the people, her family. However, she would still attend a wizarding school. A school where she would see her family very rarely for 7 years. Seven. Though she completed a year at Hogwarts and she's 12, Durmstrang just reopened and she'd have to start as a first year. Of course. She waited with all the childish, snottish eleven year olds until it was her turn.

She entered in the cabin, and saw a book and a sword. However, her mind quickly rested on the looks of the cabin. Only the poor, ugly people must sleep here. The room looked old, it was torn apart and looked like it could cave in at any moment, she hated being in here, she was far too pretty to be caught in such an old place.

She had heard that she needed to choose an item, but neither appealed to her. One appealed more than the other, but still. She knew she wouldn't be going for the book, it was rather large and dusty looking and she despised books. She hated reading and she hated the smell of paper. The sword, however, she could've used that years ago when she was attacked by the dog. She noticed the way it laid against the wall, the magical shine it held, it was old, she was sure, but it attracted her attention.

Serafina had always been brave. She was brave when she was attacked by the large dog, she was brave when her home caught fire, the same fire that killed her mother, and most importantly, she was brave when her father decided to leave Norway. Now, that bravery would get her somewhere. The door behind her was closed, the only way to make it open so she could leave this horrible room would be to choose the item she knew she should. Flipping her hair behind her shoulder, she took the few steps to cross the room and outstretched her arm, until her fingers brushed the sword handle.

As the female student reached for the sword, it took a moment before anything happened. It was clear that the girl did not feel a sense of preference to either of the objects, but her obvious dislike for the room and sense of bravery in her past made Gjallarhorn let out the long, booming sound. The sword was definitely her best choice and she would find her friends in the house of Folkvang.

The professor located nearby the horn stepped forward and gave her the Draupnir ring, signifying her loyalty to Durmstrang and being accepted into the institute's society. "Welcome to Durmstrang. And to Folkvang."





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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyTue Mar 17, 2015 9:17 pm

The ship swayed gently under Loo's feet and she swallowed the urge to vomit. She'd never been on a boat, what with being so completely landlocked in southern Kentucky, and now she was wishing she'd at least known of her apparent inclination towards motion sickness.
Loo stepped up nervously. Salem hadn't been anything like this. They didn't sort their students into anything other than girl or boy. Very American of them, she knew, but she was American herself. She reached her hand out and touched the book, hoping that she'd chosen right. Weapons were not among her favorite items. God, the whole idea that she was even remotely related to this barbaric culture made her just a bit sick. And it was so cold. Kentucky was nothing like this. The coldest it got there in the winter was possibly in the twenties Fahrenheit. Of course, she'd have to get used to using Celsius now. What she wouldn't give to have her parents here. But then, she supposed, if she had her parents she wouldn't be here in the first place.
She bit back a sob. It wouldn't do to show weakness, Merlin knows what they'd think if they were anything like her grandparents. Norse people seemed to be much like the weather. Cold and stubborn, traits she supposed she possessed herself. Steeling herself, she pressed her hand more firmly to the book and straightened her spine. This was her house. She knew it.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 1:35 am

Martha-Louise Ford wrote:
The ship swayed gently under Loo's feet and she swallowed the urge to vomit. She'd never been on a boat, what with being so completely landlocked in southern Kentucky, and now she was wishing she'd at least known of her apparent inclination towards motion sickness.
Loo stepped up nervously. Salem hadn't been anything like this. They didn't sort their students into anything other than girl or boy. Very American of them, she knew, but she was American herself. She reached her hand out and touched the book, hoping that she'd chosen right. Weapons were not among her favorite items. God, the whole idea that she was even remotely related to this barbaric culture made her just a bit sick. And it was so cold. Kentucky was nothing like this. The coldest it got there in the winter was possibly in the twenties Fahrenheit. Of course, she'd have to get used to using Celsius now. What she wouldn't give to have her parents here. But then, she supposed, if she had her parents she wouldn't be here in the first place.  
She bit back a sob. It wouldn't do to show weakness, Merlin knows what they'd think if they were anything like her grandparents. Norse people seemed to be much like the weather. Cold and stubborn, traits she supposed she possessed herself. Steeling herself, she pressed her hand more firmly to the book and straightened her spine. This was her house. She knew it.

It was unfortunate, how passionate this blonde girl felt about the book. She wasn’t meant for it. Her oblivious bravery was more than enough clue that she was meant for Folkvang. She was self-centered, cunning, and if it was right, maybe a little bit...evil. The book shone a bright, annoying red at her touch, because it was not meant for her. The Gjallarhorn made no sound, but waited for her to move towards the sword, and when she did, it was a long, booming one.

A professor took one look at her, and welcomed her to Folkvang. “There are no mistakes in the sorting, sadly.” It was a look of understanding, someone who might have been through the same experience in their own sorting.







Your student has been sorted into Folkvang!
Congratulations!






You are now free to post at the Durmstrang castle and grounds.


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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 3:12 am

Well, this is it. Oliver thought as some professor opened the door for him to walk through. It seemed too early to be sorted, but it was necessary. This wasn’t Hogwarts. This wasn’t Hogwarts. Oliver had made the decision by himself, so there was absolutely not turning back now. Still, he was fearful but excited. This was going to be a great experience, but at the same time, he already missed Matthew and Victoria. Not Ariadne, no, she could stay at Hogwarts for the rest of her life. Upon entering the room - or cabin - Oliver smiled. Yes, this was it. His usual goofy grin appeared on his face as soon as he saw the objects before him, but shortly fell once he realized he had to pick one. What kind of sorting was this? He couldn’t pick! He wanted both!

His mind told him that the sword was for bravery, and the book for intelligence, but what if he was both? Could he just pick both of them up? The other man in the room made him a bit uncomfortable, standing over him like he was a child. Putting on a brave face, Oliver walked right up to the sword, but still took a second look at the book. Gosh, this was a hard choice. But….no, he had to choose, and he had chosen the sword. Oliver’s fingers grasped the handle of the shining sword, and he instantly imagined himself as a knight, defending whoever needed help. He'd changed a lot during his Hogwarts year, he wasn't as childish, but he still had that same love for people and eloquence that made him him.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 3:18 am

Oliver Bennett wrote:
Well, this is it. Oliver thought as some professor opened the door for him to walk through. It seemed too early to be sorted, but it was necessary. This wasn’t Hogwarts. This wasn’t Hogwarts. Oliver had made the decision by himself, so there was absolutely not turning back now. Still, he was fearful but excited. This was going to be a great experience, but at the same time, he already missed Matthew and Victoria. Not Ariadne, no, she could stay at Hogwarts for the rest of her life. Upon entering the room - or cabin - Oliver smiled. Yes, this was it. His usual goofy grin appeared on his face as soon as he saw the objects before him, but shortly fell once he realized he had to pick one. What kind of sorting was this? He couldn’t pick! He wanted both!

His mind told him that the sword was for bravery, and the book for intelligence, but what if he was both? Could he just pick both of them up? The other man in the room made him a bit uncomfortable, standing over him like he was a child. Putting on a brave face, Oliver walked right up to the sword, but still took a second look at the book. Gosh, this was a hard choice. But….no, he had to choose, and he had chosen the sword. Oliver’s fingers grasped the handle of the shining sword, and he instantly imagined himself as a knight, defending whoever needed help. He'd changed a lot during his Hogwarts year, he wasn't as childish, but he still had that same love for people and eloquence that made him him.

What a confused child, it seemed. He looked at the sword, then at the book, then back at the sword, then back at the book. It was surprising that he hadn’t noticed the looks of the cabin, he was more worried about choosing both items. Clearly, an untainted soul had arrived at Durstrang.Seemingly fixated on the sword, he walked over to it and grasped it by the handle. Almost immediately the Gjallarhorn blew it’s booming noise and a professor appeared to welcome the kid, “Welcome to Folkvang.”






Your student has been sorted into Folkvang!
Congratulations!







You are now free to post at the Durmstrang castle and grounds.

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Kathrine Winter
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 1:51 pm

It was with impatience that Kathrine waited with the other first years. Her parents had refused to tell her much about what happened when one first went to Durmstrang, telling her that it was a great thing for her to experience on her own. So, she was rather annoyed with them as she waited, impatient and slightly bored. She wanted to begin her school life, not stand around all day waiting for something that she didn’t even know about. On any account, it wasn’t as though she had thought to eat before she left her home, and so she was hungry as well.

Of course most of the problem, and something that she would never admit to her peers, was that she was already missing her mother and father. Obviously she had spent some time away from them throughout her life, and it hadn’t even been that long yet, but it was the fact that she knew she wouldn’t be seeing them for such a long time that was bothering her. Homesick, she supposed, though the motion of the boat they were standing on was hardly helping.

After what felt like forever, Kathrine walked into the cabin when it was her turn and she looked around, taking in the room that was so frustratingly bare. What on earth was she going to learn of her coming school from a place that held nothing of.interest. Well.. almost nothing. The only items that seemed to have been placed there rather than built with the ship were a sword and a book.

These items were on opposite sides of the room, and although the sword stood proudly against the wall, Kathrine’s interest was piked by the book on the opposite side of the room. It was old, and she desperately wanted to know what information lay within. After only a moment’s hesitation, the brunette adjusted her sleeves and walked to the book. She looked over the page that was shown, and frowned slightly when she reached its end. She didn’t want to touch such an artifact, but she was enthralled by the possible knowledge that would lay on the next page. With gentle hands, Kathrine reached out and used her fingertip to lift the page to flip it to the next, chewing on her lower lip as she did so.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 6:24 pm

Freja was excited about this bit. She didn't much like boats, but having heard strange, vague tales of the day one was sorted into their school house, she was anxious to see what the fuss was about. Her siblings had refused to tell her about what actually happened in here; she had hoped she'd have an advantage with two brothers and sisters already having been through the same thing, but she was blind to what was going to actually happen. As she waited outside with the other new students, she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. She had never been one for waiting. Especially when she was waiting for something as exciting and as important as this was going to be. Whatever happened, it determined what happened to her for the rest of her school years. It determined who her friends would be, what people thought of her, how she was judged, and all the rest of it.

Whatever happened in the mysterious cabin, it must take a while. Although she was towards the front of the queue, it seemed like it had been forever since she joined it, but only a few students had gone in. That could just be her impatience though. Maybe she was scared. Like she'd been thinking, this determined her entire school life. But she didn't want to be scared. She didn't suppose all the other first-years were being as silly as cowardly as she was. It was probably just her. Another person went in, and she glanced around the area where they were waiting, trying to detect nerves in anyone but her.

Although she knew nothing about the sorting, she knew plenty about the houses. She couldn't remember the names, but she knew that there were two, one for the brave and one for the clever. Her oldest brother was in the brave house. The next brother and sister were both in the clever house. Freja didn't think she really fit into either. She'd never been clever: she was towards the bottom of her class at muggle school. And from the way she was behaving now, it wasn't difficult to see that she definitely wasn't brave. Brave people didn't feel nervous about silly things like this. She was creative, bold, optimistic. Was there no house for those types of people? What would happen, then? Would they reject her completely? Decide she just couldn't go to Durmstrang? Throw her off the side of the boat. It was a good thing she could swim. But what if a mermaid ate her? She'd just have to use her acting skills and pretend to be either brave or clever. And hope it turned out okay.

Suddenly time started to go much quicker. And before she knew it, it was her turn to enter the cabin. Her first thought upon going in was how old and creaky it was. They really ought to tidy up this place, a bit. Only then did she see a sword and a book, and get the point of this whole sorting thing. It was a strange test, and not really one she was entirely convinced was accurate. She didn't even need to act her way into one of the houses, she could just choose randomly, and nobody would no any better. They couldn't kick her out after she was sorted, right? They surely couldn't throw her out of the boat then? She hoped not. As soon as she was done here, she was going to find her siblings.

But before she could do that, she needed to pick. It wasn't that difficult a decision, she decided, after hesitating for a second. Books were okay, she guessed, but she'd never really been into reading. She was more into creating her own weird fantasy worlds than reading about them. But the sword, on the other hand - that seemed far more appealing to her. She guessed it was the brave house option, but that wasn't why she chose it. Maybe she wasn't such a coward after all. It was just a really, really nice sword, and if she had a couple of them, she could imagine playing around with her brothers and sisters with them. Anyway, what sort of idiot would choose a boring old book over a really cool sword? Wanting to get out of the weird old cabin, she hurried towards the sword, reaching out to grab it.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyWed Mar 18, 2015 9:58 pm

Edmond walked into the room where sorting was held. Well he had just transfered from Beauxbatons school and he needed to go through sorting even if he wasn't first year student anymore. He looked at person on other side. He greeted him politely and then looked at sword on left side on wall and then book on right. He knew he had to choose one of them but it wasn't easy task at all. He took deel breath and tried to figure it out.

Well since he has never liked to read or isn't really that smart then book isn't for him. He was brave and liked to fight so sword might be for him. It was what boy thought in his mind. He had made his choice, it would be sword. But before he walked over do it then he wanted to think it all through just in the case.

After couple of minutes thinking he had still made same decision as first time. He walked towards the sword slowly. When he reached do it. He looked at person there in room and then on the book just in the case. He then looked at the sword and touched it. He wasn't sure if it was really right choice for him or not. But he will see it in few seconds.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyThu Mar 19, 2015 6:08 pm

Freja Jonsson wrote:
Freja was excited about this bit. She didn't much like boats, but having heard strange, vague tales of the day one was sorted into their school house, she was anxious to see what the fuss was about. Her siblings had refused to tell her about what actually happened in here; she had hoped she'd have an advantage with two brothers and sisters already having been through the same thing, but she was blind to what was going to actually happen. As she waited outside with the other new students, she tapped her foot on the ground impatiently. She had never been one for waiting. Especially when she was waiting for something as exciting and as important as this was going to be. Whatever happened, it determined what happened to her for the rest of her school years. It determined who her friends would be, what people thought of her, how she was judged, and all the rest of it.

Whatever happened in the mysterious cabin, it must take a while. Although she was towards the front of the queue, it seemed like it had been forever since she joined it, but only a few students had gone in. That could just be her impatience though. Maybe she was scared. Like she'd been thinking, this determined her entire school life. But she didn't want to be scared. She didn't suppose all the other first-years were being as silly as cowardly as she was. It was probably just her. Another person went in, and she glanced around the area where they were waiting, trying to detect nerves in anyone but her.

Although she knew nothing about the sorting, she knew plenty about the houses. She couldn't remember the names, but she knew that there were two, one for the brave and one for the clever. Her oldest brother was in the brave house. The next brother and sister were both in the clever house. Freja didn't think she really fit into either. She'd never been clever: she was towards the bottom of her class at muggle school. And from the way she was behaving now, it wasn't difficult to see that she definitely wasn't brave. Brave people didn't feel nervous about silly things like this. She was creative, bold, optimistic. Was there no house for those types of people? What would happen, then? Would they reject her completely? Decide she just couldn't go to Durmstrang? Throw her off the side of the boat. It was a good thing she could swim. But what if a mermaid ate her? She'd just have to use her acting skills and pretend to be either brave or clever. And hope it turned out okay.

Suddenly time started to go much quicker. And before she knew it, it was her turn to enter the cabin. Her first thought upon going in was how old and creaky it was. They really ought to tidy up this place, a bit. Only then did she see a sword and a book, and get the point of this whole sorting thing. It was a strange test, and not really one she was entirely convinced was accurate. She didn't even need to act her way into one of the houses, she could just choose randomly, and nobody would no any better. They couldn't kick her out after she was sorted, right? They surely couldn't throw her out of the boat then? She hoped not. As soon as she was done here, she was going to find her siblings.

But before she could do that, she needed to pick. It wasn't that difficult a decision, she decided, after hesitating for a second. Books were okay, she guessed, but she'd never really been into reading. She was more into creating her own weird fantasy worlds than reading about them. But the sword, on the other hand - that seemed far more appealing to her. She guessed it was the brave house option, but that wasn't why she chose it. Maybe she wasn't such a coward after all. It was just a really, really nice sword, and if she had a couple of them, she could imagine playing around with her brothers and sisters with them. Anyway, what sort of idiot would choose a boring old book over a really cool sword? Wanting to get out of the weird old cabin, she hurried towards the sword, reaching out to grab it.

A young girl decided, only after a moment of hesitation, to go for the sword. It was a tricky personality in the room, however. The girl seemed to underestimate her own bravery, but more so, she seemed to underestimate the power of the book. But after a moment, when the horn did not blow, and the sword started to glow, it was clear that the girl had chosen the wrong object. Her gentle personality and her creativity overruled the power of the sword as the girl turned to the book and touched it. When the booming sound of Gjallarhorn flowed through the room, the professor walked up to the girl and gave her the Draupnir ring, saying: "Welcome to Breidablikk."




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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyThu Mar 19, 2015 6:16 pm

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Edmond walked into the room where sorting was held. Well he had just transfered from Beauxbatons school and he needed to go through sorting even if he wasn't first year student anymore. He looked at person on other side. He greeted him politely and then looked at sword on left side on wall and then book on right. He knew he had to choose one of them but it wasn't easy task at all. He took deel breath and tried to figure it out.

Well since he has never liked to read or isn't really that smart then book isn't for him. He was brave and liked to fight so sword might be for him. It was what boy thought in his mind. He had made his choice, it would be sword. But before he walked over do it then he wanted to think it all through just in the case.

After couple of minutes thinking he had still made same decision as first time. He walked towards the sword slowly. When he reached do it. He looked at person there in room and then on the book just in the case. He then looked at the sword and touched it. He wasn't sure if it was really right choice for him or not. But he will see it in few seconds.

A boy greeted the professor of the room, and turned to the items in front of him. His persona was instantly recognized by the objects, and it was not a question to them where this boy belonged. But it seemed to be to him. He stood for a minute before he seemed to make up his mind, but even then, he stood a bit longer. As he walked over to the sword, he turned back to the professor. His hand then stretched out and touched the sword. The boy was a courageous one, someone who will not stand by and watch people be treated unfairly. His disregard for his own safety was why Gjallarhorn blew, and the professor stepped up, giving him his Draupnir ring, symbolizing a Durmstrang student. "Welcome to Folkvang."




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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyMon Mar 23, 2015 8:56 pm

Finally, the time had come. Finally, they were at Durmstrang. And finally, it was Falke's turn to step into the mysterious room ahead. Of course, he'd have to go in before Liesel - in a world where most things went in alphabetic order, it normally came down to this. It was okay though. Falke was used to it. He turned to give his sister a reassuring smile before stepping through the door into the adjoining cabin. The moment he was inside and the door slid closed behind him, an overwhelming sense of silence overpowered the room. Falke's eyes first went to the professor who was standing across from him, awaiting some sort of instruction. But the professor said nothing, so Falke let his eyes take in the rest of his surroundings, his mind processing the room quickly.

The cabin was old and worn looking - the first thing that Falke thought was that he couldn't see why the cabin couldn't be in better shape, like the rest of the ship. Was there some purpose to it's current state? Probably not - it was probably just for dramatic effect. There were only two things occupying the cabin, besides himself and the teacher, and it instantly became clear that he would have to decide between them. On one side of the room, a sword rested against the wall, unsheathed, and on the other, a book lay upon a podium. And one of them would decide his house - why else would he be put in this room these two objects, with no other instruction? He would have to choose. He looked between them once more, trying to assess precisely what each one represented before even taking a step closer.

A sword and a book. The sword represented bravery, and the book intelligence. That much was clear. But surely, that wasn't all that they represented, because people could be neither brave nor intelligent. And where did that leave them then? On a ship back home? No, of course not. A sword could stand for much more than bravery. It could represent athleticism. The fact that it was unsheathed already could represent a quickness to act - or rash decision making. It represented a show of power - possibly an inability to harness that power. It could represent danger. It represented a violent, blunt response to the unwanted. The book, on the other hand, had just as many possibilities. Maybe more. A book could patience, observation. Knowledge. It could represent attention to detail. It represented hidden power, strategy - an intellectual approach to controversy. It represented the power of language over the power of force. It represented manipulation instead of threat.

Really, there was no question of it. Even without picking each object apart, Falke knew which one he was supposed to choose. The sword was cool looking, he supposed, but not at all appealing. Falke didn't live by force, but by finesse. Not by blunt actions, but by intent observation. And when it came down to it, a blade in his hand would be far less harmful than the influence of his own words. So, decided, he stepped toward the book. Even as he reached out for it, his eyes skimmed the pages, looking for any clue - any indication of something he'd missed. But if it was there, he didn't find it before his fingers brushed against the binding. And then he waited.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyTue Mar 24, 2015 4:21 pm

Falke Grunewald wrote:
Finally, the time had come. Finally, they were at Durmstrang. And finally, it was Falke's turn to step into the mysterious room ahead. Of course, he'd have to go in before Liesel - in a world where most things went in alphabetic order, it normally came down to this. It was okay though. Falke was used to it. He turned to give his sister a reassuring smile before stepping through the door into the adjoining cabin. The moment he was inside and the door slid closed behind him, an overwhelming sense of silence overpowered the room. Falke's eyes first went to the professor who was standing across from him, awaiting some sort of instruction. But the professor said nothing, so Falke let his eyes take in the rest of his surroundings, his mind processing the room quickly.

The cabin was old and worn looking - the first thing that Falke thought was that he couldn't see why the cabin couldn't be in better shape, like the rest of the ship. Was there some purpose to it's current state? Probably not - it was probably just for dramatic effect. There were only two things occupying the cabin, besides himself and the teacher, and it instantly became clear that he would have to decide between them. On one side of the room, a sword rested against the wall, unsheathed, and on the other, a book lay upon a podium. And one of them would decide his house - why else would he be put in this room these two objects, with no other instruction? He would have to choose. He looked between them once more, trying to assess precisely what each one represented before even taking a step closer.

A sword and a book. The sword represented bravery, and the book intelligence. That much was clear. But surely, that wasn't all that they represented, because people could be neither brave nor intelligent. And where did that leave them then? On a ship back home? No, of course not. A sword could stand for much more than bravery. It could represent athleticism. The fact that it was unsheathed already could represent a quickness to act - or rash decision making. It represented a show of power - possibly an inability to harness that power. It could represent danger. It represented a violent, blunt response to the unwanted. The book, on the other hand, had just as many possibilities. Maybe more. A book could patience, observation. Knowledge. It could represent attention to detail. It represented hidden power, strategy - an intellectual approach to controversy. It represented the power of language over the power of force. It represented manipulation instead of threat.

Really, there was no question of it. Even without picking each object apart, Falke knew which one he was supposed to choose. The sword was cool looking, he supposed, but not at all appealing. Falke didn't live by force, but by finesse. Not by blunt actions, but by intent observation. And when it came down to it, a blade in his hand would be far less harmful than the influence of his own words. So, decided, he stepped toward the book. Even as he reached out for it, his eyes skimmed the pages, looking for any clue - any indication of something he'd missed. But if it was there, he didn't find it before his fingers brushed against the binding. And then he waited.

The calculating, somewhat psychological approach to choosing between the book and the sword was what made Gjallarhorn blow as soon as the boy's fingers touched the binding of the object destined for Breidablikk. The professor standing across the room gave a small small smile to the German boy as we welcomed him to the school and House.




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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Mar 27, 2015 5:38 am

The boy walked into the old room. It was his turn to be sorted. From what he'd heard, he either picked intelligence, or he picked bravery. The book or the sword. He scoffed. Anyone who knew him and his brother, Corvin, knew, they were never to be placed in the house for the intelligent. However, if one was more fit than the other, it'd be Calvin, since he had a love for reading.

Calvin knew his brother'd be sorted into the brave house and he knew that if he wasn't, their brotherhood wouldn't be affected. Corvin possibly wouldn't understand at first, but he'd grow to live with it. The thought of being called intelligent was one of marvel for Calvin. It would feel amazing to be the smart one for once, but that wasn't where he belonged and he felt that.

He tapped into the energy in the room and it felt warm. It was cozy, cozier near the sword. The closer he got to the sword, the better he felt.  It was like he longed for something from it. Maybe it was the fact, that despite him knowing what he did, he needed to truly know that he was truly an adventurous one. He needed to know that this was him and not his brother. His brother intimidated him to be alike, they'd grown up alike, but Calvin wanted to be different. Something told him to touch the book, to see if there was a hint that he actually belonged in the other house, the opposite of his brother. The energy in the room was so strong now, coming from both objects, he didn't know what to do.

Only the magical objects knew where he belonged, he thought. At the last second, his fingers reached out and touched the sword.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Mar 27, 2015 6:13 pm

Breathe, Liesel, breathe. She told herself as Falke went in before her. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared to death of this sorting deal. Why did someone else have to sort her into a house? Why did someone else have to tell her what kind of person she was? They had been told to pick up only one object, but what if Liesel refused to pick anything up? Would that mean she didn't belong to any House? Would it get her expelled? Would it anger the pofessors, the headmaster? Would they kick her off the ship? Too many thoughts scsttered around her mind, overthinking such a simple task. That's what Liesel did in this kind of situations, she thought too far into them, stressed for a few seconds, and later came out with a brand-new thought. It was always the same, and though she told everyone she lived life moment by moment she was pretry sure Falke could sense her anxiety. Because twins.

She watched him go into the cabin, and waited for something to happen. Liesel half expected him to walk out the same door, holding the item he'd picked proudly, but he didn't. When her name was called almost too soon, Liesel jumped up. Breathing out the bad vibes, she headed towards the door of the cabin, her fingers touching the humid wooden door. "Okay." she breathed, pusbing open the door to reveal a very...um, nasty interior. The walls were just, ugh. And the floor, ugh. And the smell, even more ugh. Why couldn't the mighty Cabin of Choice be in better shape, like the rest of the ship? Noticing the professor standing a few feet away from another door, Liesel asked "Why is the Cabin of Choice so nasty?". And, before getting to hear the answer she mentally facepalmed, because who asks that? Liesel was here to learn, not to get expelled.

Since she had a task to complete, Liesel turned to face the objects she had to choose from. But there were only two. Two. Objects. Mentally groaning and wishing she could just get off the ship and go back home, Liesel thought about this choice too much. This would be the object she had to face for seven years, seven. If she picked wrong, she was screwed. If she picked right, she was also screwed. She wanted diversity, not boring traditions. The book was probably for intelligent, witty people and although she considered herself educated she wasn't sure it would be the same kind of educated the book stood for. The sword was most likely meant for the brave, and Liesel was only brave occasionally, with frequent nightmares about zombies and high falls. But...Falke chose the book. Liesel was so sure of that. He was the kind of person to pick a book, for many reasons. He was a man of thought, so unlike Liesel. And as much as she loved her brother, she did not want to be like him. They were different, always defying the twin stereotype. They could not be in the same house because Falke was right and Liesel was left. In a sudden yet common burst of need for orignality, Liesel reached out for the sword, her thin, pale fingers grasping the cold object.

Had she picked right? Liesel had no idea. It had been a reckless choice, out of sheer stupidity, maybe. However, the more she waited and the more she stared at the sword, she thought of something else related to swords and such weapons. They were often used by heroes, in many terms of the phrase. They were spoken words, tangible weapons, letters written on an empty parchment piece, feelings and emotions, thoughts so private they were almost indescribable. Those were all weapons used by the best heroes, and Liesel had - since birth - made it a point to be her own hero, her own self.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Mar 27, 2015 9:42 pm

Calvin Blackthorne wrote:
The boy walked into the old room. It was his turn to be sorted. From what he'd heard, he either picked intelligence, or he picked bravery. The book or the sword. He scoffed. Anyone who knew him and his brother, Corvin, knew, they were never to be placed in the house for the intelligent. However, if one was more fit than the other, it'd be Calvin, since he had a love for reading.

Calvin knew his brother'd be sorted into the brave house and he knew that if he wasn't, their brotherhood wouldn't be affected. Corvin possibly wouldn't understand at first, but he'd grow to live with it. The thought of being called intelligent was one of marvel for Calvin. It would feel amazing to be the smart one for once, but that wasn't where he belonged and he felt that.

He tapped into the energy in the room and it felt warm. It was cozy, cozier near the sword. The closer he got to the sword, the better he felt.  It was like he longed for something from it. Maybe it was the fact, that despite him knowing what he did, he needed to truly know that he was truly an adventurous one. He needed to know that this was him and not his brother. His brother intimidated him to be alike, they'd grown up alike, but Calvin wanted to be different. Something told him to touch the book, to see if there was a hint that he actually belonged in the other house, the opposite of his brother. The energy in the room was so strong now, coming from both objects, he didn't know what to do.

Only the magical objects knew where he belonged, he thought. At the last second, his fingers reached out and touched the sword.

The boy that came into the room was slightly confusing. Gjallarhorn could sense his slight desire to go to the book, and could sense that the boy perhaps wanted to be intelligent. And maybe he was. But his sense of mischief and yearning for adventure overpowered it. When the boy's fingers touched the sword, Gjallarhorn contemplated for a moment before blowing, the sound resonating through the cabin. The boy had chosen correctly.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Mar 27, 2015 9:49 pm

Liesel Grunewald wrote:
Breathe, Liesel, breathe. She told herself as Falke went in before her. She wouldn't admit it, but she was scared to death of this sorting deal. Why did someone else have to sort her into a house? Why did someone else have to tell her what kind of person she was? They had been told to pick up only one object, but what if Liesel refused to pick anything up? Would that mean she didn't belong to any House? Would it get her expelled? Would it anger the pofessors, the headmaster? Would they kick her off the ship? Too many thoughts scsttered around her mind, overthinking such a simple task. That's what Liesel did in this kind of situations, she thought too far into them, stressed for a few seconds, and later came out with a brand-new thought. It was always the same, and though she told everyone she lived life moment by moment she was pretry sure Falke could sense her anxiety. Because twins.

She watched him go into the cabin, and waited for something to happen. Liesel half expected him to walk out the same door, holding the item he'd picked proudly, but he didn't. When her name was called almost too soon, Liesel jumped up. Breathing out the bad vibes, she headed towards the door of the cabin, her fingers touching the humid wooden door. "Okay." she breathed, pusbing open the door to reveal a very...um,  nasty interior. The walls were just, ugh. And the floor, ugh. And the smell, even more ugh. Why couldn't the mighty Cabin of Choice be in better shape, like the rest of the ship? Noticing the professor standing a few feet away from another door, Liesel asked "Why is the Cabin of Choice so nasty?". And, before getting to hear the answer she mentally facepalmed, because who asks that? Liesel was here to learn, not to get expelled.

Since she had a task to complete, Liesel turned to face the objects she had to choose from. But there were only two. Two. Objects. Mentally groaning and wishing she could just get off the ship and go back home, Liesel thought about this choice too much. This would be the object she had to face for seven years, seven. If she picked wrong, she was screwed. If she picked right, she was also screwed. She wanted diversity, not boring traditions. The book was probably for intelligent, witty people and although she considered herself educated she wasn't sure it would be the same kind of educated the book stood for. The sword was most likely meant for the brave, and Liesel was only brave occasionally, with frequent nightmares about zombies and high falls. But...Falke chose the book. Liesel was so sure of that. He was the kind of person to pick a book, for many reasons. He was a man of thought, so unlike Liesel. And as much as she loved her brother, she did not want to be like him. They were different, always defying the twin stereotype. They could not be in the same house because Falke was right and Liesel was left. In a sudden yet common burst of need for orignality, Liesel reached out for the sword, her thin, pale fingers grasping the cold object.

Had she picked right? Liesel had no idea. It had been a reckless choice, out of sheer stupidity, maybe. However, the more she waited and the more she stared at the sword, she thought of something else related to swords and such weapons. They were often used by heroes, in many terms of the phrase. They were spoken words, tangible weapons, letters written on an empty parchment piece, feelings and emotions, thoughts so private they were almost indescribable. Those were all weapons used by the best heroes, and Liesel had - since birth - made it a point to be her own hero, her own self.

The next person that walked into the room - a girl - had a similar feeling to her as the previous. They were related. But almost immediately, Gjallarhorn could feel that they weren't the same. The girl was opinionated, but in a much louder way than the boy. She radiated stubbornness and boldness, and the very second that her fingers brushed the sword, Gjallarnhorn blew. There was no uncertainty about where she belonged.

The professor across the room smiled and handed the girl the Draupnir ring, signifying her acceptance into her house. "Welcome Folkvang," he said before ushering her through the exit.
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PostSubject: Re: The Sorting Ceremony   The Sorting Ceremony EmptyFri Apr 03, 2015 9:08 pm

Lena adjusted her wig as the wind blew it around. She looked the creepy cabin up and down. The windows, the floor boards, how high the ceiling was. She was very weirded out at this point and didn't want to be here. She shot so much negative energy she was sure what ever power was sorting her would be able to feel it. She hated being here almost as much as she hated being at home. But really what was home? Clearly it wasn't were she was currently living. Maybe this place would be considered her home. It didn't have anybody she knew here, and she could easily make new friends. But deciding this fate, a book or a sword seemed stupid and silly. What was the point of sorting? Couldn't everybody just be in the same house? She almost wanted to walk out, but decided against it.

Lena looked at the sword. It reminded her of power and manipulation. The power of getting what she wanted from her mother and her grandparents. The ability to manipulate anyone she desired to get what she wanted. She had that. But could she go with more? The sword was also shiny. But then she looked at the book. The book reminded her of everything she had gone threw. Did it have memories of her past written in it? Or was it simply a novel of fiction? Curiosity almost over powered her. She had enough manipulation and power to last a life time. What would be more fun would be to gain knowledge on how to manipulate and gain more power. Would the book help with that? Would the book guide her on that journey? Or would she have to force it like everything else she had to work for?

She still stood stuck. Unsure of what items to chose. Manipulation and power, or knowledge. It was a confusing and hard time for Lena. She was used to getting what she wanted, but at this point, she didn't know what she wanted. And nobody was forcing her to make a decision so she couldn't manipulate the power into getting what she wanted. She almost wanted to scream. She wasn't good at making decisions. So she closed her eyes, spun around, and went towards one with her eyes closed. She could've been going out the door, but when she opened her eyes, she was going towards the book. She laughed, the book it was! She went up to it and touched the binding. She thought, "Ok, now what?"
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