Half the hall leaned forward, holding its breath, as Duo bounced forward towards the stool. Several of the students Duo had been talking with on the train were pointing excitedly, talking quickly to their neighbors. He'd only known them for the length of the train ride and already Duo Maxwell had quite the reputation; the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables all leaned forward eagerly to see which house would get him. Duo perched himself on the stool, crossing one leg over the other, and placed the hat on his head.
There was a long moment of silence; when it had stretched out longer than any of the previous decisions, little movements started. Teachers began to exchange glances; whispers flew among the students' tables. The wizard with the list began to look rather flustered, and after nearly two minutes of nothing happening he reached out to take the hat off Duo's head. Just before his hand could reach the fabric, though, the shout pierced through the hall. "SLYTHERIN!"
This was, it seemed, the last thing that anybody expected. All the tables, including Slytherin's, reacted with dismay. Duo, completely oblivious to the controversy, replaced the hat on the chair and headed for his new table. He snagged one of the empty chairs and sat in it, putting his feet up against the table and tipping the chair back. Those students sitting nearest by glared evilly, but he ignored them.
"Surely there's been some mistake..." the wizard with the scroll muttered doubtfully. Professor Nebet, from the seat at the teacher's table closest to the door, cleared her throat pointedly, and he hastily dropped his eyes back to the next name on the list. "Uh... Mullock, Peter!"
One by one the new students cleared away, until they finally worked their way down to "Winner, Quatre!" None of the wizards in the hall reacted to the name; it seemed it was not so well known in these circles. When Quatre sat on the stool his legs curled up until they did not even touch the ground, and his hands clinched on the stool sides. He kept sneaking hopeful glances towards the Ravenclaw table, and when the hat called its verdict of "HUFFLEPUFF!" he looked profoundly disappointed. Taking a deep breath, he put a smile on his face and went to the Hufflepuff table.
There were only two students left to be sorted -- "Yards, Meryl" went to Gryffindor and then Heero stepped away from the wall and went to the stool.
The hat settled over his head, and Heero heard the voice of the hat immediately in his ear. "So, let's see what we have..." it murmured.
Heero concentrated on making his thoughts as clear as possible. ::Put me in the same house as Duo or I'll turn you into rag paper.::
Re: Heero Yui and the Organization of the Zodiac
Date: 2006-02-21 06:51 am (UTC)Half the hall leaned forward, holding its breath, as Duo bounced forward towards the stool. Several of the students Duo had been talking with on the train were pointing excitedly, talking quickly to their neighbors. He'd only known them for the length of the train ride and already Duo Maxwell had quite the reputation; the Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw tables all leaned forward eagerly to see which house would get him. Duo perched himself on the stool, crossing one leg over the other, and placed the hat on his head.
There was a long moment of silence; when it had stretched out longer than any of the previous decisions, little movements started. Teachers began to exchange glances; whispers flew among the students' tables. The wizard with the list began to look rather flustered, and after nearly two minutes of nothing happening he reached out to take the hat off Duo's head. Just before his hand could reach the fabric, though, the shout pierced through the hall. "SLYTHERIN!"
This was, it seemed, the last thing that anybody expected. All the tables, including Slytherin's, reacted with dismay. Duo, completely oblivious to the controversy, replaced the hat on the chair and headed for his new table. He snagged one of the empty chairs and sat in it, putting his feet up against the table and tipping the chair back. Those students sitting nearest by glared evilly, but he ignored them.
"Surely there's been some mistake..." the wizard with the scroll muttered doubtfully. Professor Nebet, from the seat at the teacher's table closest to the door, cleared her throat pointedly, and he hastily dropped his eyes back to the next name on the list. "Uh... Mullock, Peter!"
One by one the new students cleared away, until they finally worked their way down to "Winner, Quatre!" None of the wizards in the hall reacted to the name; it seemed it was not so well known in these circles. When Quatre sat on the stool his legs curled up until they did not even touch the ground, and his hands clinched on the stool sides. He kept sneaking hopeful glances towards the Ravenclaw table, and when the hat called its verdict of "HUFFLEPUFF!" he looked profoundly disappointed. Taking a deep breath, he put a smile on his face and went to the Hufflepuff table.
There were only two students left to be sorted -- "Yards, Meryl" went to Gryffindor and then Heero stepped away from the wall and went to the stool.
The hat settled over his head, and Heero heard the voice of the hat immediately in his ear. "So, let's see what we have..." it murmured.
Heero concentrated on making his thoughts as clear as possible. ::Put me in the same house as Duo or I'll turn you into rag paper.::