Your name is
[ ] Write-in
You are
[ ] Male
[ ] Female
Your heritage is
[ ] Glorious Pureblood
[ ] Tolerable Half-blood
[ ] Filthy Mudblood
You like to think that you're pretty
[ ] Studious
[ ] Crafty
[ ] Gregarious
[ ] Brave
Your beloved (brand new) Wizard's Pet is a
[ ] Toad
[ ] Cat
[ ] Owl
[ ] Phoenix
Your heart is beating out of your chest as the train rounds the mountain. You're already changed into your school robes and you're gripping the handle of your luggage so hard that it's starting to hurt. "Um… I don't think you need to get up yet. We won't be there for a few minutes." The boy seated across from you, Neville, is anxiously petting his toad. He doesn't seem to be the cleverest or calmest individual you've ever run into, but he's not wrong. Still, you're so excited you can barely stand to just sit there and wait. This is your first day of magic school. And the school is coming into sight. Hogwarts' imposing ramparts and turrets cut through the distant mist as you draw moments closer to your destiny.
Arriving at the foot of the great institution, a boat ride across the lake by moonlight and the press of bodies entering the Great Hall all blur together as your initial excitement only continues to grow. As you feast on some of the most delicious cooking you've ever come across, you find your attention drawn to the head table and to the man who seems to be looking right into your soul. He's not the tallest wizard among the staff (that honor going to the enormous groundskeeper who brought you across the lake), though he's a head taller than every other professor that you can see. The witches to either side of him seem to be shying away from him ever so slightly, as though they're feeling the ice shooting out of his eyes and into your heart.
After seconds that feel like years, the moment passes and his gaze moves away from you, wandering elsewhere in the Great Hall. You assure yourself that this was just your nerves getting to you, and as you dig back into your turkey-stuffed pumpkin turnover. The sorting and the herding of students up to the common rooms quickly sweeps away your thoughts of the incident, and when you find your belongings have already been set by your bed for you, it's all too easy for you to transmute the day's excitement into a deep and restful slumber.