<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Plain Robes<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Pureblood<br/><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom.<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup>year.<br/><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>To Be Sorted.<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sorting Hat, Gryffindors in general,  Rosalyn | Open<br/><hr/><br/>There was more than dismay on Zacharias features as the hat decided he should be sorted into.. Gryffindor. Of all places it had to be the one that he wanted the least. The only house he had absolutely no desire to be apart and instead he was now stuck within the house he detested with no option elsewise. He wanted to protest, to lash out at the idea that he was stuck within such an absolutely detestable house. The very idea of being in Gryffindor was bad enough, yet what was he meant to say his family when they learned. No matter how much of a failure his sister was, or his cousin, both had entered into Slytherin. Even his sisters son, a half-blood, had been sorted into Slytherin.. was he meant to be a larger failure than them? Him of all people?<br/><br/>As detestable as it was, Zacharias didn’t make an outward fuss or even expression. Instead whatever color his face had was completely drained from him and instead he made his way down from the sorting hat and made his way to where all the others had been sorted. No doubt under the watchful eyes of Nathaniel, and perhaps Adam, Zacharias took a seat at the end of the table and away from the rest. Far too depressed to give even a passing care about what was going on. There was no smile on his face after being sorted, merely annoyance and discontent. Even the passing words of his ‘fiancé’ were hardly going to lift his spirits. Instead, rather disheartened for the rest of the evening, Zacharias pulled away from those hush words she’d spoken to him. The thoughts of their relationship discarded for the moment and instead his attention focused on to simply trying to understand his predicament.<br/><br/>Even the speech by the headmaster was forgotten, or simply ignored, as Zacharias shifted into a seat at the end of the table and had that rather stoic look plastered to his face. His arms crossed over his chest, almost in a pout, but there was a bitter look in his eyes and his teeth were clenched. He wasn’t finished being angry; there just simply wasn’t anything he could lash out on just yet. In fact sitting there, grinding his teeth, took quite a bit of self-restraint. Later he might even regret downright ignoring his fiancé, but for the moment she was simply a distraction that kept him from piecing together the words of the accursed hat to try and discover why it had sorted him into this accursed house.