It was a dishonor to be put with the first years, it was only for the sorting then I could sit with the third years of whatever house I was put in. That's all fine and dandy but why couldn't I have just gone on the carriages with my fellow third years and join then the first years?
But no! I have to sit in this creaky ass Enchanted boat as it rows as slowly as it can across this stinking lake.
Hmphh.
What's even worse, I tried to sit in the boat with Hagrid, because make better conversation than these annoying ass eleven year olds,
But no!!!
Hagrid and two scrawny eleven year olds nearly swamped the boat, I definitely weighed more than two first years and Hagrid surmised that.
Maybe they should get better enchantments...
In my childish brooding I'd been too distracted to notice we'd docked, Though I was quick enough on my feet to not get outed for it.
Hagrid counted us, shrugged, and lead us up to Hogwarts castle proper. It had a nice feeling to it, magical ambience, I could just suck in but that'd be selfish.
I was met by a familiar face, a stern one. I was literal, standing 8 inches above the rest of the crowd I drew a lot of attention from professor McGonagall.
She adressed the rest of the rabble, not me but thats only because I didn't listen.
We were ushered inside and to the entrance to the great hall.
I stood ready then as I was guaranteed to garner looks, I had to look my finest.
The door opened to the warmth of the hall, the warmth was spiritual, magical, and social.
My eye was sharp and as McGonagall marched us forward, I caught Luna, she was rambling about something.
The Golden trio and associates were easier to spot as my path lead me right by them.
My eyes wondered forward, the staff. I inwardly laughed, the teachers for a magical being referred to as the staff was quite funny coming from two worlds where Wizards used staffs.
We stopped, I was along the front of the pack for the sole reason of my walking speed. The sorting hat, I could sense its magical draw on the world even with my eyes closed.
The hat rose to life and sang a song, an ugly one that was more akin to a badly read poem but a song nonetheless. The contents of the song were regarding the founders, their houses, and the traits of each house.
Slytherin: bad person
Griffyndor: Good person
Ravenclaw: smart person
Hufflepuff: not a person
Basically summed it up.
McGonagall looked at the Headmaster, the hat and stool then began reading off names alphabetically, though it was last names so Rabenklaues would come near the end.
After some minor dissociation my name was called. The hat was a known snitch so I'd have to control my mind, to show the life of this body's original owner plus some fabricated memories to guide it towards the 'right' house.
Smooth moves baby, smooth grooves.
I rolled forward, sly as a fox, grabbed the hat and sat myself down on the too small stool, I prepared the constructed mind checking for exploitable cracks before landing the hat on my head.
This would also be an experiment.
'Mhhhhhhh, an odd fellow are we? A German last name? Familiar, I won't tell'
'Dude, shut the fuck up and put me in Griffyndor before I turn you into a giant's condom.'
'Brave? But cruel I can see, ambition? It'd be really funny though'
"GRIFFYNDOR!!!"
'That's fuckin right'
I pulled the hat off and left it where I found it, though it was smiling or, grimacing? Couldn't tell with it being a hat and all.
The experiment was successful, I had not say in what I told the hat, that was Nathan Rabenklaues's conscience acting of its own accord.
That was with clean 'walls' separating my greater consciousness, without them the consciences mixed uncontrolled wavering though Nathan had little power in this mental fight he was definitely having an affect, he might've moved to greener pastures that being my nervous system which was more likely to listen to him on the account of him being the original master of this body.
Enough conjecture, I moved past the Griffyndor first and second years and presented myself to the third years
The third years seemed a little hesitant but opened up a space for me, between who I assumed to be Seamus and some unknown.
I let out a sigh.
"Why are you sitting with us, exactly? I know someone said something about a kid getting bumped up to third year but nothing more than that." Some girl (probably lavender brown) asked.
"Wonderful introduction" I jested. Before anyone could say anything I continued. "Whatever traces they use to find Hogwarts students didn't track me until this year, I'm going to be treated as a Third year because the first two years of hogwarts are more for adjustments, or so I'm told."
I heard someone mutter something along the lines of 'I went through all that for nothing' probably one of the Golden trio. I'd think that too if I'd been subjected to such mental traumas only to hear it was only a formality.