<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/4da65e831eb81c32c5fec37ce5b390d7/tumblr_p5q1o1oFOK1udff4qo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Gothic Russian (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236712615)<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: (dogwood, Augureys, 8 inches)<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unknown/ 1st year<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Waiting for her sorting<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>I bite my tongue for no wizard (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us59fuIVgAk)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><br/>The ride had been long, she was sure more than once she had fallen asleep in the cabin. Which if she did, she felt bad for her cabin mates as she had a tendency to snore lightly. The ride up from the train was also longer than she had really expected, for people who have magic at their finger tips, they sure liked to take their time with things. That was what she thought to herself as she tapped her foot impatiently on the carriage ride up to the castle. Her heels made clacking sounds as she walked into the castle itself, she had stopped for a moment to look around. It was odd going from her home, to a literal castle. With moving staircases and frames upon frames of people and things that seemed more interested in her than she was of them, which was something to be said as she stared almost doe eyed at a girl with a basket full of flowers. Her jaw even ticked as the girl curtsied. Odd was a good word, she thought as she quickly caught up with the rest of the students.<br/><br/>Since she was so interested in magic and Hogwarts as soon as she had found out about everything, she knew about the staircases, but to see them with her own eyes was off putting. Especially since she was just as, if not more so, weirded out by her own ministry when she first set foot in it. Shaking that off, she joined the ever growing crowd of first years in front of a stool with an old hat on it. When it sang, goosebumps covered her arms and she watched as people went up to it, sat on the chair, and was sorted into their houses. She read up on each house and the only one she didn't think she fit into at all was Gryffindor. She was not brave at all, in fact there was more than a few times that she just abandoned ship whenever her siblings got into trouble. Even if it was her fault. That was the only house she doubt she would fit into, even though she was trying to get away from her con family, she was still somewhat a con. Bad habits die hard and the like. As the hat sorted, her nerves made her pick at the already chipping nail paint on her left fingernails.