Sorry for the delay, the internet was not working in my family's new house because they built the wiring wrong! Staples are not supposed to go through the wires ^.^
I walked with my line, which had taken a while to organize, through the massive wooden doors and into the school. I gasped as I beheld the massive circular room, the ceiling made of glass, and the four enormous wooden carvings representing the houses: the Horned Serpent, the Panther Wampus, the Thunderbird, and the Pukwudgie.
The rest of the school watched from the balcony overhead that circled the room, applauding and cheering as all of us new students made it into the hall. We wrapped around the hall, with room to spare, and waited our turns to step up and be chosen into one of the houses.
Silence fell as the same woman who addressed us outside stepped to the middle of the room. In this room, with the great sound, no amplification was necessary.
"Good morning students, welcome to Ilvermorny and the beginning of your lives in the world of magic. I am Porpentina Fortescue, the headmaster of this school. You will all take your turn to stand upon the Gordian Knot and the enchanted carvings will decide if you are right for their house. Should more than one carving signify its wish to include you in its house, the choice rests with you." She then gestured to the students above, "It is sometimes said of the houses that they represent the whole witch or wizard. I will leave the rest to you my students." With that she waved her wand and shot a light into the air, which split into the enchanted carvings, causing them to stir.
Above the floor among the older students voices began to call as each respective carving came to life.
The crystal in the forehead of the first carving lit up, "The mind is represented by Horned Serpent those who are scholars."
As the second carving roared the students yelled, "The body, Wampus those who are warriors."
The third lifted it's arrow into the air, "The heart, Pukwudgie those who are healers."
And the final carving began to beat it's massive wings, "The soul, Thunderbird those who are adventures."
The carvings light stayed within them, also causing the wooden Gordian Knot in the center of the stone floor to glow.
"So step right up and we will see just where will your house be?" finished the students in the balcony with a mighty shout, followed by chanting calls from each of the houses until the teacher from the first group released his first student.
And so it went, student by student. The crowd would hush, they would step up to the Knot, there would be a pause, they would be chosen, and the corresponding house would holler and yell.
Finally it was my turn. The hush fell over the crowd above and I strode over to the Gordian Knot, from this close I could see that the wood depicted a twisting and intertwining tangle, after a moment of study I stepped onto it. The rest of the school seemed to grow dim and it looked as if everything outside of the light was moving much more slowly.
Well, who do we have here? I heard a kind, yet serpentine voice say, seemingly from the direction of the Horned Serpent.
"I'm, Starling Flickwit," I whisper in awe as I stare at the carving.
Starling.... It responded, seeming to regard my name. I see an interesting mind, quite a scholar. You have taught yourself Parseltongue?
"No, I learned from a friend."
I see. Quite a feat.
Enough. Called a voice from the Wumpus carving. Turn to me young one.
You are indeed interesting, bravery and courage I see. A different type of warrior; one who's sword is not of physical metal but of heart and mind. You have my respect.
"Thank you, great warrior." Is this really happening?
The Pukwudgie carving called out next.
I for one see a heart who longs to bring healing. Healing of the soul is what you have fought for for so long, isn't it? And you work so hard at home to ease the pain of others. Oh dear child, how hard you have tried. I can see what a difference you have made.
I felt myself beginning to cry for it was true. I nearly didn't come to school because I was so worried about leaving my mom to fight her continuous illness. But my step dad has earned my trust that he will take care of her.
I could feel the air coming from behind me now, pushing me so hard and making my hair twirl about me. I turned toward it and heard the joyous voice of the Thunderbird as it flapped it's grand wings.
How my heart soars when I see you dear child! It laughed a bird-like call. You are all soul! You give your all in everything you try and that is why we all connect with you so! Not only that, I see a heart that longs to be free, to explore, to discover. You want to be the next greatest magizoologist and you see that the pursuit of knowledge is adventure! I see it in you child, your heart and mine are the same!
The words spoken by the Thunderbird reached into my heart and rang within my soul. It was right! I'm an adventurer! I yelled as I threw my hands into the air, letting the massive rush from the bird's wings wash over me. I'd been chosen! I'm a Thunderbird!
I'd forgotten that there were others in the room until time caught up and the rest of the room became lit again. The air burst with cheers from the balcony above as the carving continued to beat the air with it's mighty wings.
With a final flap and a duck of it's head, the Thunderbird became still once more. I returned the nod as I walked out from the center as the room continued to cheer and I turned to the person who was about to go next.
"That was amazing."