Writing term 3

The sorting hat 

An unusual letter was in the letterbox I took it out and saw it was addressed to me. I was surprised, then I realised who it was from. I screamed and ran inside to open it. 

I was going to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I was what you would call a half blood. My Dad was a wizard and my mum was not since my Mum wasn’t a witch, we lived in the muggle world. My dad had sometimes taken me to the wizard world, and I loved it, he has been taking me since I was as young as 4. From the very first time he took me I decided I couldn’t wait to go to Hogwarts and I was finally going. This is the best day of my life.

It was finally the day september 1st, the first day of school. We were at the station early because I did not want to miss the train. My dad had told me all these stories of his time at Hogwarts. One of them was on his 3rd year he missed the train and had to drive a flying car and let me tell you that did not sound like an experience I wanted to have. Dad had told me all about the first day. There’s a big feast every year and Dumbledore the headmaster tells you pretty much everything you need to know about the school, and all the first years get sorted into their houses. (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Slytherin and Ravenclaw). You get sorted by a hat but not just any old hat a magical hat that talks, they have been using it for years and years. I hope I’m in Gryffindor.

Finally it was time to go to station 9 and 3 quarters. My dad talked me through it and then I ran through the wall and landed right next to the sign. Hoooooo! I turned around and saw the big beautiful Hogwarts express. I said my goodbyes to my parents and promised to write them every week. I pulled my trunk onto the train and found a nice little compartment. Two other girls were in there Franki Olsen and Shayla Ameer they seemed nice so I sat down with them. We talked a lot. Until we got disrupted by the lady with all the sweets. “Any thing from the trolley dears” she asked. We looked at each other and said “Yes Please”.

We pulled up to a slow stop. We were there, I heaved my trunk out of the train looked around this was amazing. The castle stood so tall, we walked through the biggest doors I had ever seen. Everyone was looking around staring and Gaping all thinking the same thing “this is Awesome”. We finally made it to the great hall everyone took their seats at there house tables except for the first years we all stood in a line. The great hall was beautiful there were rows of humungus tables and the ceiling looked like the night sky with candles floating up. At the front there was a long table where all the teachers sat and there was a special spot for every teacher. We were called to silence by Professor Dumbledore and Professor Mcgonagall began to read names and one by one a first year student would go up to the front and get the sorting hat placed on there head.

“Keeva Carmichael” my name was called I walked up to the seat and sat down. The hat was placed on my head. Butterflies were swirling continuously around in my stomach I felt sick. I was so nervous. The sorting hat began to talk but I wasn’t listening I heard parts but not much. I was crossing my fingers hoping hat I got into gryffindor and not slytherin. Then the sorting hat screamed Gryffindor! Cheers from the gryffindor table. I was so relieved. I looked over at professor Mcgonagall she smiled down at me and then called the next name. I took my seat at the Gryffindor table next to Franki Olsen not long after Shayla Ameer sat on my other side. The feast began I filled my plate, this was by far one of the best meals I’ve ever had. I had a feeling this was going to be a great year.