Post by Isoba Dumisani Wyebourne on Jun 19, 2013 13:16:26 GMT -6
Truth be told, the sorting ceremony didn't hold any particular interest for Isoba. Oh, it had been exciting enough when he was a first year impatiently waiting for the hat to stop singing its sorting song, and certainly embarrassing when he put the hat on and found out it could read his impatience. The next year had been boring, all the impatience of the first year without the excitement of being sorted, and the year after that had been interesting to see where his little sister Anya would be sorted. But now there was nothing much to look forward to except perhaps seeing his housemates again.
Finally it was over, though, the new fresh faces had sat down at their respective tables with varying expressions of fear and smugness, and the feast began. Isoba took the oppurtunity to grab a rack of lamb and another of beef ribs. Vegetables and fruit could wait for later, if he had any room for them after he ate the important parts of his meal- the red meat.