<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v4Ymqp7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Scylla Cromwell<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Plain Robes; A black dress underneath, black heels<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pure-Blood<br/><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st | Unsorted<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hogwarts | Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Standing in line to be sorted<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Ólafur Arnalds - Near Light (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q&list=PLdDnKB6XYCbjFw7cEboJZMLO7Fc33j6qQ)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Open | Sorting Hat<br/><hr/><br/>She felt disconnection. Her pale eyes gazed around as the new and old gathered taking in the place that would be their second home and ponder what new adventures awaited them. It didn't matter to her of course, as she waited in line to be sorted. She'd shut the world out and go about her business not standing out physically, she'd let her grades do that for her. It was the only way to not make her grandmother upset with her. Carry on her duties like a good girl and become a Healer like her mother did, and her grand mother did, and her great grandmother did. This was the path lead out to all the females of the Montgomery family regardless if she held the last name - Cromwell. The name of the family that left a permanently scar on her heart. She wondered why she couldn't change her name to Montgomery.<br/><br/>The train ride to the large fortress was uneventful, why wouldn't it be? While people warmly welcome past and new friends into their circles, Scylla was simply huddled in the corner of random cabin, with a few other people, they tried to talk to her but she gave them short nonreturnable answers.  With a small book in her hand. She had took herself away from her imaginary world to gaze out at the window at the real one, watching as the landscapes, passed her by. Even in the little time left she managed to close her eyes and drift off into her dream world. However, once they pulled into the station, did she open her eyes and gaze upon the beauty that was Hogwarts for the first time. Memorized by the sheer size of it.<br/><br/>Once she was inside; all were gathered in what was called the Great Hall. Her eyes couldn't take it all in enough. Her thoughts filled with the large chatter and the events that took place before the sorting could begin. She'd be the fifth person in line, probably the one thing that she could be grateful with her last name being C.<br/><br/>It was quickly approaching her turn as the person in front of her pressed forward and settled themselves down upon the seat. With a sharp inhale, she felt her lungs take in as much air as it was physically possible, and she held it. Easing the nerves within her and willing her heart to calm itself. When her name was called. The sounds of her heels clicking upon the ground was silenced by the rush of blood pulsating against her temples. She turned and settled herself upon the chair and waited to feel the talking hat being placed upon her head.<br/><br/><em>Anywhere but Slytherin...</em>