Akira raised a brow at this, well maybe he thought wrong. Keeping his mouth shut he climbed into the van. It wasn't a long ride and they even managed to catch up with the rest of the first years. One of the first years asked where they had been and Akira told him about how they got lost. He didn't much care for that kid, he seemed so nosy. Akira ignored that first year and instead took in the castle. It was so big and cool. The first hall kinda made him choke on his own air. It was filled with more students than he thought went to this school. All eyes turned to the first years as they made their way up to the sorting hat. Akria's name was called first and he made his way up to the stool, sitting on it. An older witch placed the hat on his head. He felt conflicted about how to feel about this situation, he didn't like the ratty thing sitting on top of his head but at the same time was excited to know what house he was going to be in. He jumped lightly when the hate cleared it's throat. "SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out. The table on the far left in the great hall gave a loud cheer. Akira basically threw the hat off his head and moved over to the table that had been cheering.