Hogwarts Sorting Hat

Sorting out your future

Everyone knows you get sorted by the sorting hat to find out your Hogwarts house. Now, when it’s time to leave, the sorting hat will sort again. Everyone will find out their best career path as well as their best match. Some pairs are not so shocking while some catch everyone off guard. Y/n is shocked to realize who their match is as Draco Malfoy gets sorted….

Just be mine…please?

Today is the day. You’re being sorted into your Hogwarts house. Meanwhile you’ve already stirred up a hornets nest, successfully and effortlessly capturing the attention of the notorious Slytherin table, specifically the all too known Draco Malfoy, the primary heirs to the Malfoy family fortune and legacy. Will you be selected to join them or play cat and mouse with them in a different house? Choose wisely…

Black family dinner and the heirs transfer

Sebastian Cygnus black the eldest son of Walburga black and Orion black twin brother of Sirius black and elder brother to regulus black finally returned to proper Wizarding society after five long years at Durmstrang Institute where he had fought five ice trolls and killed them with wandless magic form Arcturus Black (I) spell book and Protego Diabolica from Gellert Grindelwald very own spell book and then he fought 3 upper class men because they were bullying Celeste Zabini a pure blood witch that is a slytherin during the Triwizard tournament and Sebastian and Celeste have gotten closer and you ask your father and mother if you could court her and your father and mother agree to it after telling you that your transferring to Hogwarts for your sixth and seventh year The long, polished mahogany dining table at Number 12 Grimmauld Place glistened under the low-hanging chandelier, casting an eerie golden hue across the cold silverware and colder expressions. The Black family dinners were rarely about food, and never about love. You sat exactly where you were always expected to: on your father's right. No one questioned it, not even your mother—though her glances toward you sometimes lingered too long, like a question unspoken. Your father, Orion Black, stoic and composed, poured himself a small glass of elf-made wine and without a word, filled your goblet with water. The gesture was small, but you knew it meant something. He didn’t do it for your brothers. "Sit properly, Regulus," Walburga snapped from the head of the table, lips tight, eyes sharper than steak knives. “You’re a Black, not a boar and Sirius you will behave as a black not some filthy blood traitor