05-15-2018, 08:36 PM
Nick glanced at her, sheepish in his silent response as he rubbed his thumb over the back of his hand. That was an understatement, but he wasn't about to correct her. He embarrassed himself enough already that day. Quickly, his gaze swiveled back to the grand doors as they opened. "H-hey, I-" he started as his hand was grabbed and he was pulled along by Temnota. He quickly fell silent, the hall hushing when the first years entered. He kept up the pace, careful not fall over himself or trip up Temnota. Nick looked about the place with wide eyes, barely spotting his smiling, silver-haired sister before he decided to glue his gaze to the ground after nearly tripping. His face felt hot and he was sure someone had snickered at the poor first year.
As the first years were instructed to stop before the small platform, his wide eyes darted up at the deputy headmistress, who explained they were to step forward when called to be sorted into their house. Nicholas glanced to his right toward Temnota, then down at their hands before he pulled away and wiped his hand on his robe. He unfortunately often had rather sweaty hands. There were a few cheers around them as the first few students were called up and sorted. Finally, "Nicholas Rhodes!" Attempting to steel his nerves, he smiled and very carefully stepped up to sit on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and all the eyes on him made him want to squirm on the stool, but he held stool as the hat muttered nonsensical musings into his head. Moments later, "GRYFFINDOR!" Feeling as if a weight had been lifted with the hat, he breathed a long sigh of relief as he beamed at his sister, who was doing her best to cheer the loudest among their housemates. Hopping off the stool, he hurried to the Gryffindor table.
"Temnota Romanov!"
As the first years were instructed to stop before the small platform, his wide eyes darted up at the deputy headmistress, who explained they were to step forward when called to be sorted into their house. Nicholas glanced to his right toward Temnota, then down at their hands before he pulled away and wiped his hand on his robe. He unfortunately often had rather sweaty hands. There were a few cheers around them as the first few students were called up and sorted. Finally, "Nicholas Rhodes!" Attempting to steel his nerves, he smiled and very carefully stepped up to sit on the stool. The hat was placed on his head and all the eyes on him made him want to squirm on the stool, but he held stool as the hat muttered nonsensical musings into his head. Moments later, "GRYFFINDOR!" Feeling as if a weight had been lifted with the hat, he breathed a long sigh of relief as he beamed at his sister, who was doing her best to cheer the loudest among their housemates. Hopping off the stool, he hurried to the Gryffindor table.
"Temnota Romanov!"
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