Gilgamesh's first impression

Gilgamesh awoke after a short nap to the sounds of people shuffling off of the train. Luckily, he had changed into his school robes early, because he had had to quickly gather his things together and exit the train.

He is now standing on the banks of a lake as a woman herds the students toward some small boats docked there. He climbs in a boat with a girl who looks a little bit nervous. Something about her face expression reminds him of his sister and calms the butterflies in his own stomach.

<Gilgamesh> Hi, can I ride over with you?

<Gunevere> Sure!

<Gilgamesh> I'm Gilgamesh. It's nice to meet you.

<Guenevere> I'm Guenevere. It's nice to meet you, too.

The ride is uneventful and Gilgamesh and Guenevere speak little. Each one seems to understand that the other isn't really interested in small talk at the moment.

The rest happens in a blur. Gilgamesh allows himself to to shoved to different areas of the castle and barely takes in a word from the professor who is speaking about the sorting ceremony. He knows he should be listening. His father wouldn't tell him anything about this ceremony. He kept saying that going into the ceremony with no knowledge of it is tradition at Hogwarts. He shuffles into the Great Hall with the rest of the first years and watches as the students come alphabetically sit on a stool and have a have placed on their heads. It seems painless enough, althoug most of them look as if they are going to be sick on their new robes. It doesn't take long to get to Gilgamesh.

<Professor Wickham> Crandall, Gilgamesh

Gilgamesh walks slowly to the stool and looks into the crowd for some sort of familiarity in this completely alien situation. The only face that he can find comfort in is that of the kind girl who reminds him of Phaedra. He can almost picture her standing beside the girl urging him on with anticipation. The image of his sister in his mind gave him the courage to finish his walk to the stool and sit. The hat is placed on his head, and he sees nothing but the darkness inside of the oversized hat.

<Sorting Hat> Aahhh . . . Your thoughts are simple enough. You're pretty average, but happy to not stick out. You're not a Slytherin. You have anough courage to get you through life, but not enough to be a true Gryffindor. You don't hold academics up to the standard of a Ravenclaw. You do treasure you close bonds, however. You have are loyal and enjoy the feeling of a job-well-done. You're definately a HUFFLEPUFF!!!

The hat shouts this last word, even though the rest was said quietly from the rip in the front of the hat.