Well, he'd been sorted. That meant that he'd finally gotten to leave the strange room he'd appeared in not so long ago. Which was good except that now Cloud had no idea where to go, or what he was supposed to do. He didn't know what being sorted into Hufflepuff meant or if he was supposed to go somewhere in search of it ( Read more... )

A glowing white circle opens in the ceiling of the sorting room and there's a heavy thud as the person tumbling through it lands on the floor with a grunt. Wincing, the newcomer gets to to his feet and looks around room as he rubs at the side of his aching head.  "What the..." He takes a few cautious steps forward.

"Hello?" This isn't the first time ( Read more... )