<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Hand me down robes<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong><br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIXlPxblIpQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>OPEN, sorting hat when it's her turn<br/><hr/>This was it! This was the start of something so much than anything Maria had before. She'd be free to grow and learn as she wished, free to be her own person, free of her families scorn. Well, at least as long as she could avoid her siblings she was. Thankfully the school was big, and she doubted that they would run in the same circles. And though she worried about what they could or would do to her while at school. Maria wasn't about to allow it to steal the good moments from her. So she happily walked up the steps that led to the great hall with the other first years surrounding her.<br/><br/>Voices filtered around her, each one filled with excitement and curiosity. What house would they end up in? Was it the one they wanted or expected? What did it mean for their future? Maria had no idea what house she would be sorted into, each had its good points and bad. But she trusted the sorting at, after all, it had never been wrong before.<br/><br/>So wide-eyed she stepped into the hall, taking in the sight of the magically charmed ceiling and smiling as the large group walked between the long sets of tables. She looked at the other students as they pointed and made comments. They seemed just as excited to see who ended up in their houses as the first years were about their own results.<br/><br/>A line was formed, her hands flexed at her sides, and she again nibbled on her lower lip and waited as each student stepped forward and took their turn with the hat. Applause followed each and every one, surprise, shock, happiness each emotion seemed to flow from the students as they were placed. Maria waited, stepping closer with each passing student that was placed. And when it would get to her turn she'd brush her fingers through her hair as she took the seat. Feeling silly over the action, but the hat did after all sit on a great many heads. The least Maria could do was make sure hers was straightened and comfy...right?