The First of September has finally come. You're at Kings's Cross Station and the 10-hour trip to Hogwarts is getting ready. This is a great honor, and you, {character.name}, a young {Enter your character's blood status...} {wizard or witch?}, are very excited about it, impatient to start your studies. You bought all the needed items in the Diagon Alley, getting ready for your train ride to Hogwarts.
You found the wall in the station and passed through it to get to the Platform 9¾. The train leaves it at 11 o'clock in the morning and as the sun sets, after a long, tiring journey, the doors of the Hogwart's Express are opening. As the sun goes down, its rays pass through the high windows of the arrival hall of Hogsmeade station and paint nice light strips on the floor.
Waves of students go out, their faces show a variety of emotions: some are happy and excited, others scared, some are just naive… You follow this busy throng, marching towards the great door that leads to your fate. You start wondering. What House will you get Sorted in? What friends will you make? What adventures await you?
Then you are at the castle's entrance, a grand pair of oak doors that lead into a magnificent hall, the Great Hall. The House tables are filled with students as far as you could see. Then a sudden hush fell over the room, and you turn to face the front. The Headmaster is standing by the Sorting Hat, ready to begin the Sorting Ceremony. Soon, you are in front of the rest of your year's hopefuls in line for the Sorting Ceremony, waiting for your turn.
"{character.name}!"
Finally. You are the last one to get Sorted. You reach up nervously to the hat, waiting for it to be placed on your head. After a second, you feel it falling onto your hair, and you hear it speak to you.
"Hmm... Let's see, you have a {Enter at least one adjective to describe your character's personality...} personality, sounds like...