<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Maria<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"<strong>Quite the history you bring along with you as you sit in these hallowed halls hmm?</strong>" It asked recognizing another pure-blood had taken her seat at the front of the hall. It seemed there were quite a few pure-bloods were arriving that year. The fall of the dark lord had lead to a great deal of celebration indeed. "<strong>I see great potential in you, and I shall see too it you arrive in the house that best suites that potential.</strong>"<br/><br/>"<strong>A artistic mind, creative able to think outside the box, very intelligent.</strong>" It said as it gazed into her mind. "<em>Ravenclaw would welcome you with open arms and help you develop on your path no doubt about that....Still there is diligence and compassion a great large heart happy to embrace the world around you. I know just where to place you</em>."<br/><br/>"<strong>This one is definitely belongs in.....<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 13pt;">Hufflepuff</span></strong>!" The hate Bellowed just past thirty seconds allowing the Hufflepuff table to applaud and cheer, something they would do several times on the evening. Though when Maria moved over she would be one of the first couple to be sorted and the ceremony only just creeping it's way past the last names starting with D. Regardless as was the case with most students there would be celebration, no student sorted would feel unwanted. When Maria made her way to her table she'd be greeted with happy and friendly faces.