[b]"Congratulations Minthe on Ravenclaw, you will make a fine edition I am sure!"[/b]

The remark was sincere even if the enthusiasm was a bit embellished, that did not take away that he was happy she had got put in the house she had wanted. The last of the students were quickly sorted into their houses and before long The Headmaster stood and spoke of letting the feast begin. The long rows of table instantly filled with foods and drinks of all sorts and kinds. Crixus immediately went for what appeared to be a pastry filled with a seasoned meat, taking a huge bite he chowed down hungrily, he had been starving all day so he could lose his calm demeanor for just a little bit at least until his stomach was full anyways. The food tasted great as it always did, picking up a nearby goblet he took a drink of pumpkin juice, looking over he saw the sorting hat sitting on the teachers table, it seemed to be talking to them or maybe he was just imagining it. Now that he thought about it the hat had a conversation with him once, it had been on the very same night he had been sorted as a first year, it seemed so long ago. The world around him seemed to swirl again as he fell into a Pensieve like account. He sat at the same table silently and saw his younger self in the middle of the filled up Great Hall, his hair was long, shoulder length, he couldn't have been more then four feet tall, but who knew back then. Almost like magic Crixus could feel what his younger self was feeling and thinking.

[i]Crixus looked around silently at the other students in the Great Hall, they all seemed to be staring intently at him and the other new years. He kept his face hidden from view, he didn't like to be the center of attention and hoped this would be over soon and he could sit down. Looking up the Headmaster finished her speech, something about some dark woods and adhering to curfew or something like that he had not payed all that much attention. Pulling out a large piece of parchment the headmaster let it roll down too her feet and she called the first name. A young girl stepped forward silently and shyly as she sat on the stool, a hat was placed on her head, it didn't take long before the hat suddenly spoke yelling Hufflepuff! There was a loud cheer from one of the tables in the Great Hall the girl made her way happily to the table. Another name was called and the sorting continued as Crixus dreaded his having to go up there and be stared at even more.

Like clockwork Crixus heard his name called out, swallowing alittle hard he stepped forward through the crowd of first years and climbed the stairs up to the stool. Sitting down quietly the hat was soon placed on his head, the voice that seemed to echo through his brain came out of nowhere, it was raspy and seemed old, it took him a moment to realize that hat was talking to him from within his own head.

[b]Ah much turmoil I see young wizard, a fine mind you have but conflicted... by things of the past in which you have seen... through a gift I gather? Ah yes you have a gift of seeing, that is quite interesting, tell me what house would you believe would suit you best? For in your mind I see a great many things that could prove to make you a great wizard in many of the houses.[/b]

[b]"I don't know, I never thought about it. I just want to be sorted so I can go sit away from prying eye's. You can choose sorting hat, or whatever your name might be."[/b]

Crixus felt his head turn against its will left and right as he thought the remarks in response, there was a silence before the old hat started talking to him again.

[b]"You are quite peculiar young wizard, quite peculiar indeed. Your mind is like a labyrinth, a maze filled with doors and dark passages, almost as if you are trying to hide your memories even from yourself. Tell me is there something you fear in your own head?"[/b]

[b]"I don't know what your talking about, truthfully I have not a clue what your pondering. Please just sort me so I can be done with this."[/b]

Crixus was getting antsy knowing this was taking way too much time, he was aware everyone was looking at him wondering why it was taking so much longer to sort him.

[b]"Ah such a shame I can not probe your mind longer but if your sure you want my decision then it better be... Slytherin!"[/b]

The last part was spoken outloud, the Slytherin table went up in a loud cheer as Crixus sighed and air of relief and made his way to the cheering table. He took a seat as a couple older students patted him on the back welcoming him. Crixus watched silently as his younger self took his seat at the table, however Crixus suddenly noticed something he had not noticed before, turning his head sideways Ceres was sitting next to him. Crixus suddenly stood up wondering how she was here at all, wondering what she had seen, if she could hear his thoughts like he did, how long had she been here. The world seemed to swirl all over again and the hall returned to the present day.[/i]

Crixus looked down as he realized his hand was on top of Ceres's hand, he quickly removed it realizing she must have joined him in the memory when he touched her hand. Crixus looked at Ceres knowing there was no explaining this, or what had just happened, or why he was holding his hand on hers or how the hell he had put his hand on hers, or how she entered his memory with just a mere touch! 

[b]"Um sorry I must have moved my hand onto your without noticing, butter fingers as the muggles would say."[/b]

Crixus tried to play it off like nothing had happened, but the feeling in his gut said that Ceres had traveled into that memory with him at some point and he did not know if she thought it a freak occurrence of not. Crixus quickly grabbed at his food to try and change the topic without saying anything. He acted as normal as he could trying desperate not to make eye contact anymore.