The Olympian Academy

XXIV. The sorting.

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After the maximum duration of 70 minutes, they completed the test, each one deep in thought about their answers and what they might reveal about them.

"Well, if you could wait here, I will take these to the administration to scan your answers and provide the results," Professor Konstan said, collecting the tests from each of them.

With a nod, he closed the door behind him as he exited the room, leaving the Olympians to exchange nervous glances and speculate about which house they might be sorted into.

As the Olympians gathered to discuss which house each god should be sorted into, the banter quickly escalated into a humorous debate filled with playful insults:

Ares: "Well, obviously I should be in Sphinx House. I've got the strength and the cunning to outsmart anyone!"

Athena: "Strength and cunning? More like brute force and recklessness! Sphinx House is for those who possess intelligence and wit."

Apollo: "Oh, please! If we're talking about intelligence, then I should be the only one in Centaur House, you know as the god of knowledge."

Hermes: "Hey, watch it! Just because I like to have a bit of fun doesn't mean I don't have brains. I think I'd fit right in with the Centaurs."

Hera: "You? In Centaur House? Please, you'd be too busy pulling pranks to even attend class!"

Zeus: "Let's not forget about Poseidon. He's got the wisdom of a clam! Pegasus House might be the best fit for him since he's always horsing around in the ocean."

Poseidon: "Are we starting? Then what about you, Zeus? Sphinx House seems like the perfect place for someone who can't keep track of his lightning bolts!"

Aphrodite: "Can we focus on the important things here? Like how fabulous I would look in Phoenix House? I mean, it's all about renewal and transformation, and I'm all about reinventing myself!"

Dionysus: "Renewal and transformation? More like makeup and wine stains! Maybe you should stick to Sphinx House, where they appreciate a good mystery."

Aphrodite's eyes flashed with fiery indignation, her elegant features contorted into a fierce expression as she glared at Dionysus. It seemed as though she was on the brink of launching herself at him and unleashing her wrath upon his unsuspecting head.

However, before the tension could escalate any further and result in a catastrophic hair-pulling incident, the headmaster returned to the room. His serene smile and composed demeanour instantly diffused the charged atmosphere, bringing a sense of calm back to the gathering of gods.

With a graceful motion, Aphrodite composed herself, smoothing down her uniform with practised elegance. Her gaze shifted from Dionysus to the headmaster, a hint of curiosity and apprehension mingling in her eyes as she awaited the verdict on their house placements.

"Well, we've only processed the results for the houses so far, as the other parts of the test require more time for scanning and analysis," the Professor explained, his gaze sweeping over each of them in turn.

"Would you all like to know now, or would you prefer to wait until the welcome ceremony with lunch?" he inquired.

"I need to know now," Aphrodite interjected hastily, her eagerness to confirm their guesses evident in her tone. The Professor nodded in acknowledgement.

"Very well, I will reveal the house placements to you all. However, I must remind you that there are no 'bad' houses to be sorted into, although sometimes students may feel disappointed with their placement," he cautioned.