Sorting Hat
As the line of first years started to dwindle, Wan got more and more nervous. It was obvious he'd be going last - and sensible, too. He was a fifth year transfer, it followed that he would be sorted after all the first years. But knowing that didn't help him feel less nervous.
He actually felt like most of the eyes were on him despite the cheers as each student found their way to their house table. He was clearly not a first year, and he stood a good foot taller than most of them, practically towering over them in the back of the group. So as the group got smaller and smaller, and he was fast approaching the point of being the only one left, he got more and more self-conscious.