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QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Chapter 1: On The Train
Kayla Bristlewood
Through the transparent window, Kayla could see it—a great majestic castle in the distance. Set upon huge rocks above a magnificent lake, the pointed towers seemed to loom impressively despite still being a great length away. The sight was both daunting and awe-inspiring. Kayla let out a breath.
Soon they’d arrive at Hogsmede station where they would then cross the lake to Hogwarts.
Her new home for her next 7 years of schooling.
Kayla would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. Living in an ancient castle, surrounded by students and teachers was a new experience for the eleven year old. She was an only child and never had to share her sleeping space with anyone before. Would she be able to handle sharing a dorm with other kids? Would they like her? Would she be able to sleep with all the ghosts around? Study peacefully? Dad told her Hogwarts was home to a good number.
Didn’t that mean many witches or wizards died there?
Fingers drumming against the sill in steady rhythm, Kayla let the sound, as well as the rumbling of the steam engine, distract her from ominous thoughts. Truthfully, watching her parents wave her goodbye had almost made her regret stepping onto the magical locomotive. It was the first time in a while since both her parents were together in the same location. Kayla hadn’t expected her mother to show. She appreciated the effort. She knew how uncomfortable her mother felt in the wizarding world. She wanted to be there to help. To mediate the relationship between her parents.
But a part of her was also glad.
Glad to get away from the conflicted feelings she had when seeing her mother who was no longer Helen Bristlewood. Helen Harding. That was her new name. It tugged painfully at Kayla’s heart. Logically it shouldn’t. Her mother had every right to find new love. She didn’t particularly dislike her new stepfather either. However, the smaller part of her still couldn’t help feeling like she was being abandoned.
Like her mother had been stolen away.
“I’m very petty, aren’t I Bart?” Kayla murmured to the toad sitting on her lap.
The amphibian tilted its head, its expression deadpan, as if ask what the blonde girl was talking about. Kayla giggled, lightly petting the animal’s bumpy skin. Bart was a rather smart creature and she’d been trying to teach him to sing. A person project of hers ever since her father had gifted Bart to her during the summer she received her Hogwarts letter. She’d always known it would come. Her grandmother assured her as well. However, nothing beat finally getting the letter acknowledging her worth as a witch.
Nor getting her first wand.
Kayla smiled at the memory, her fingers digging into the pockets of her robe to caress the wooden stick that rested there. The room had lit up when she touched the right wand, various colors blending together in perfect harmony. The magic. The beauty. The moment. It was indescribable.
She wished she could share that feeling with her mother.
Bart hoped on her shoulder, as Kayla once more glanced out the window towards the scenery. The stars that lit the night sky. The black lake that drew closer with every passing second. She wished she could step out and admire the view. She wasn’t the only one. Excited chatter grew around her as Hogsmede drew closer and closer. Mostly from the first years, rushing to press their faces against the window. The older students didn’t seem as impressed, likely because they were familiar with the scenery. There were some playing gobstones, some reading over their textbooks, some just getting into their robes, and some passing around chocolate frogs, which Kayla gratefully accepted. She didn’t eat it though. She simply opened the box and released what was inside so her companion could have an enchanted chocolate friend.
Nico
Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
Kimby
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
Kayla Bristlewood
Through the transparent window, Kayla could see it—a great majestic castle in the distance. Set upon huge rocks above a magnificent lake, the pointed towers seemed to loom impressively despite still being a great length away. The sight was both daunting and awe-inspiring. Kayla let out a breath.
Soon they’d arrive at Hogsmede station where they would then cross the lake to Hogwarts.
Her new home for her next 7 years of schooling.
Kayla would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous. Living in an ancient castle, surrounded by students and teachers was a new experience for the eleven year old. She was an only child and never had to share her sleeping space with anyone before. Would she be able to handle sharing a dorm with other kids? Would they like her? Would she be able to sleep with all the ghosts around? Study peacefully? Dad told her Hogwarts was home to a good number.
Didn’t that mean many witches or wizards died there?
Fingers drumming against the sill in steady rhythm, Kayla let the sound, as well as the rumbling of the steam engine, distract her from ominous thoughts. Truthfully, watching her parents wave her goodbye had almost made her regret stepping onto the magical locomotive. It was the first time in a while since both her parents were together in the same location. Kayla hadn’t expected her mother to show. She appreciated the effort. She knew how uncomfortable her mother felt in the wizarding world. She wanted to be there to help. To mediate the relationship between her parents.
But a part of her was also glad.
Glad to get away from the conflicted feelings she had when seeing her mother who was no longer Helen Bristlewood. Helen Harding. That was her new name. It tugged painfully at Kayla’s heart. Logically it shouldn’t. Her mother had every right to find new love. She didn’t particularly dislike her new stepfather either. However, the smaller part of her still couldn’t help feeling like she was being abandoned.
Like her mother had been stolen away.
“I’m very petty, aren’t I Bart?” Kayla murmured to the toad sitting on her lap.
The amphibian tilted its head, its expression deadpan, as if ask what the blonde girl was talking about. Kayla giggled, lightly petting the animal’s bumpy skin. Bart was a rather smart creature and she’d been trying to teach him to sing. A person project of hers ever since her father had gifted Bart to her during the summer she received her Hogwarts letter. She’d always known it would come. Her grandmother assured her as well. However, nothing beat finally getting the letter acknowledging her worth as a witch.
Nor getting her first wand.
Kayla smiled at the memory, her fingers digging into the pockets of her robe to caress the wooden stick that rested there. The room had lit up when she touched the right wand, various colors blending together in perfect harmony. The magic. The beauty. The moment. It was indescribable.
She wished she could share that feeling with her mother.
Bart hoped on her shoulder, as Kayla once more glanced out the window towards the scenery. The stars that lit the night sky. The black lake that drew closer with every passing second. She wished she could step out and admire the view. She wasn’t the only one. Excited chatter grew around her as Hogsmede drew closer and closer. Mostly from the first years, rushing to press their faces against the window. The older students didn’t seem as impressed, likely because they were familiar with the scenery. There were some playing gobstones, some reading over their textbooks, some just getting into their robes, and some passing around chocolate frogs, which Kayla gratefully accepted. She didn’t eat it though. She simply opened the box and released what was inside so her companion could have an enchanted chocolate friend.
| First off, I'd like to apologize for my delay in getting the rp started. Been surprisingly busy the last couple of weeks |
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Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
Kimby
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
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Raven14
Birdie
Piper Lewis
Piper had been astonished to get her letter from Hogwarts. Her mother, who was a muggle, was just as surprised. Of course neither of them understood a thing, it was the first time they were figuring out magic was even real. To her mother, at first, the school sounded like a load of rubbish. Piper had to convince her it wasn’t.
“Piper! You really think this magical school is real? Platform nine and 3/4!” Her mother laughed. “It’s probably just someone pranking us, Pips.”
“Yes mum, I think it’s real! How could someone come up with all of this just to play a trick on us?” Piper would ask just to get a sigh from her mom.
Well, she realized she said something right to her mother, because now she was sitting on the Hogwarts express hardly being able to contain her excitement. As they got closer and closer, Piper had to take deep breaths so she wouldn’t jump off the walls. She had gotten a compartment with older students who were talking about- Piper didn’t know what. She took her mind off what they were talking about as she looked out the window.
The sights coming closer and closer made a smile spread across the girl’s face. She could hardly believe her eyes, the way the stars shown brightly in the night sky over the lake. The way the trees passed by, fewer and fewer as they went. It was just absolutely amazing. Days before Piper was convincing her mom it was all real, she didn’t doubt it wasn’t for a moment. Her mom doubted it though, and at first didn’t want Piper to go. It sure was a good thing Piper could convince her, or else she’d never be able to experience anything like this.
She looked down to the tabby cat in her lap and ran a hand down its back. It’s back arched as it stood, pushing itself into her hand. “Are you excited, Mookie?” She asked the cat who simply purred. A small smile formed on Piper’s face.
Suddenly the young girl realized she shouldn’t have been sitting there in a compartment of older years. She should’ve been with other first years, making a few friends before they actually got to the castle. Lifting Mookie up as she stood, Piper left the compartment, walking confidently as she looked for a compartment that held other kids her age. Making friends before arriving would definitely be a useful thing.
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SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
Being on the express was a moment of excitement for Clairabelle. She knew that for sure she would become a powerful and successful witch, she was always ready to study and learn everything that came her way. So surely this entire year would be more of the same. Many first years would probably be buying their first owl currently or have bought one recently. Clairabelle didn't need to do that as her family owned a snow owl already. Her father had made sure that Clairabelle was already prepared with every item possible that she would need. They wouldn't bother buying things on the way. No they had everything delivered to the manor weeks ahead. Her mother had made it a mission to buy as many expensive clothes as possible although Clairabelle knew that she'd probably end up wearing a uniform for the majority of her time at Hogwarts.
Hogwarts. The amount of information that had drilled into her brain as for what to do at Hogwarts didn't compare to the amount of excitement and desire to grow and learn. For years now Clairabelle had been told she'd be put in Slytherin. The idea of being in any house made Clairabelle sad, for such an idea was too unpleasant to continue thinking about.
She had been sitting with some of the older students. Many first years would likely try to find more people around her age although Clairabelle found that talking to people who had been to Hogwarts provided more important information that she would store in her head for later. Although this group seemed to move away from anything important and onto gossip. She sighed quietly staring at the older students. None of them were really paying attention to her anymore, and while that didn't bother her, the conversation really had nothing to do with Clairabelle. She had decided that she had enough information and she likely wouldn't get any more. She had gathered her purse and belongings..
Standing up from her seat she exited the compartment to find another one. Perhaps she'd find someone her age. Or maybe she could sit alone to think in silence. She did notice another person that seemed to be searching for a place to sit. Moving towards the girl she found it was someone who looked around her age.
"Ah searching for a compartment too?" Clairabelle said.
The girl had brown hair, a contrast to Clairabelle's platinum blonde hair. Perhaps she would want to be friends with Clairabelle, after all it would be best to form some alliances quite early on so as to survive at the school, forbidding that Clairabelle would form enemies.
Smiling Clairabelle held out her hand. "I heard that they have great candy from the trolly. Would you like to find a compartment with me and see if we can get the trolly lady to get us some candy?" Clairabelle said.
Raven14
Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Lenore Cova
Of all things to get to a wizard school, why was a train the method of transportation? Especially in the modern era? Lenore didn't understand. A train needed track, and maintenance. And it was large, loud, and left a trail of black smoke wherever it ran, which seemed counter intuitive. Why something so un-stealthy when the goal was to hide it from muggles- no, just people. That year of being cooped up with her parents and paperwork was rubbing off on her in a way she didn't know how to feel about.
In any case, the American considered herself fortunate to be able to sit on this train and question the practicality of the transport. Had she never heard the name Hogwarts, she would probably be attending an offshoot of Ilvermony like her siblings, and was she ever glad to not be. Taking a year to work through paperwork paid off like a champ.
At least she'd had that time to properly prepare for such a long time away from home. She'd learned to fold her clothes in such a way that they took up very little space in her trunk, which sat open on the floor next to her. The whole thing was organised in such a way that more fit into it than it seemed like it should, mostly books, which Lenore perused.
Her little owl, Wynne, sat in his cage perched atop the contents of the trunk as Lenore flipped through the textbooks, occasionally churring and looking around as his owner read her textbooks for the fourth time that week. The northern saw-whet seemed content to stay in his cage, what with all of the cats and much, much larger owls on the train, as he didn't peck at the door or announce his displeasure at not being able to fly hop around freely as he had back home. Or maybe he had gotten used to the cage on the flight across the Atlantic.
HerculePyro
Arson on the Orient Express
Ned was sitting back on his chair, his eyes skimming through the book in his hands. Hogwarts: A History, it had a lot of information. The castle itself had recently come into view and most of the other first years were now gaping and ahing at the sight of it. Ned huffed at this attitude, he wasn’t that certain yet on the difference between wizard and muggle society but surely, they’d seen castles before? Ned had, had to do a report on medieval castles for his history class last year, he had perused several images of modern stone castles and the thought of seeing one in person didn’t fill him with much anticipation.
He would be lying if he said he had no anticipation, however. On that fateful day where a ministry official arrived clutching a 2nd letter to Hogwarts (the first had been accidentally shredded), and had sat Ned and his parents (and uncle, who was present) down to explain to them the truth of the wizarding world. A few weeks later and the ministry-man returned to take Ned and his father (his mother was working) to Diagon Alley to procure his first-year supplies. Ned had been rather perplexed at the wizard’s choice of dress; how could robes be comfortable? It would be like wearing a dress all day. Though even the witches were more commonly wearing robes than dresses and other “muggle” attire that Ned had grown used to.
He had changed on the train, which had been perplexing as suddenly hundreds of strangers began to undress in front of him, but was glad the Hogwarts uniform still had slacks. He looked down at his book, there was a detailed map of the school floorplan in it, with small little footnotes that would expand to be easier to read as he examined them. He glanced up again and noticed one girl sitting in the same area as him, seated on her lap was a grossly swollen toad. Ned had both read and been informed of the type of pets allowed at Hogwarts; cats were cute and cuddly, owls were useful for mail delivery, but toads? What benefit was there to having a toad?
“Why would you get a toad?” Ned blurted out, unable to take his eyes off the creature.
QuirkyAngel
He would be lying if he said he had no anticipation, however. On that fateful day where a ministry official arrived clutching a 2nd letter to Hogwarts (the first had been accidentally shredded), and had sat Ned and his parents (and uncle, who was present) down to explain to them the truth of the wizarding world. A few weeks later and the ministry-man returned to take Ned and his father (his mother was working) to Diagon Alley to procure his first-year supplies. Ned had been rather perplexed at the wizard’s choice of dress; how could robes be comfortable? It would be like wearing a dress all day. Though even the witches were more commonly wearing robes than dresses and other “muggle” attire that Ned had grown used to.
He had changed on the train, which had been perplexing as suddenly hundreds of strangers began to undress in front of him, but was glad the Hogwarts uniform still had slacks. He looked down at his book, there was a detailed map of the school floorplan in it, with small little footnotes that would expand to be easier to read as he examined them. He glanced up again and noticed one girl sitting in the same area as him, seated on her lap was a grossly swollen toad. Ned had both read and been informed of the type of pets allowed at Hogwarts; cats were cute and cuddly, owls were useful for mail delivery, but toads? What benefit was there to having a toad?
“Why would you get a toad?” Ned blurted out, unable to take his eyes off the creature.
QuirkyAngel
QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Kayla Bristlewood
Startled when someone addressed her, Kayla looked away from where Bart and the chocolate frog seemed to be having a staring contest and let her gaze drift over a serious-looking boy with brown hair. He had a book in his hand - one Kayla immediately recognized as Hogwarts: A History by Batilda Bagshot. Her father owned a copy and, while she'd never read it herself, she'd seen the cover enough times when browsing the shelves of his old textbooks to recognize it. Was he trying to familiarize himself with Hogwarts? An odd thing in Kayla's mind, since, in a few minutes, they would experience the real thing first-hand.
Second-hand information couldn't compare.
That's not to say Kayla didn't enjoy reading. She very much liked to immerse herself in the beautiful, sometimes glorious, scenes painted by written words, especially if the letters curved and flowed in elegant script. However, Hogwarts: A History, was a rather...dry...read. She wondered if he actually liked it.
"Why not?" Kayla replied innocently, mild curiosity lacing her tone.
Reaching up to the cubby above her seat, the blonde girl lifted a small, glass basin the shape of a fish bowl and brought it to her lap. A rock sat in the center of the bowl and fresh water surrounded it, though less than half the bowl was filled. Just enough to keep her friend hydrated until they arrived at Hogwarts. When Bart saw it, he jumped into the bowl, effectively ending the staring contest. "My dad gave him to me. He said toads are trustworthy familiars and considered lucky in some countries."
There wasn't an especially deep reason Kayla had taken Bart along with her to Hogwarts. She was friends with various strays in Diagon Alley. The Magical Menagrie, which she lived above, had various animals, including krups and owls for her to choose from. However, Bart was who her father had gifted her. She had never taken care of a toad before and, in the process of learning to do so, had grown rather fond of Bart. There was still much Kayla couldn't do on her own. Hydration charms. Heating charms. Spells to clean Bart's aquarium and keep him safe. Dad wouldn't let her touch his wand, for risk of a backlash, so Kayla did what she could manually and left the rest to him. However, that didn't mean Kayla didn't watch and learn. Now that she had a wand of her own, it was her turn to fully take care of Bart.
Tilting her head consideringly, Kayla lifted the bowl containing Bart from her lap and held it out to the boy. "Would you like to touch him?"
Bart was both cute and cool in Kayla's eyes. Besides, didn't boys like things like frogs and snakes? She remembered how the muggle boys in her elementary school had oohed and ahhed over the frogs living in the creek near their school. Made a game of catching them, in fact. Therefore Kayla's offer, in her eyes, was an attempt to make a friend.
HerculePyro
Second-hand information couldn't compare.
That's not to say Kayla didn't enjoy reading. She very much liked to immerse herself in the beautiful, sometimes glorious, scenes painted by written words, especially if the letters curved and flowed in elegant script. However, Hogwarts: A History, was a rather...dry...read. She wondered if he actually liked it.
"Why not?" Kayla replied innocently, mild curiosity lacing her tone.
Reaching up to the cubby above her seat, the blonde girl lifted a small, glass basin the shape of a fish bowl and brought it to her lap. A rock sat in the center of the bowl and fresh water surrounded it, though less than half the bowl was filled. Just enough to keep her friend hydrated until they arrived at Hogwarts. When Bart saw it, he jumped into the bowl, effectively ending the staring contest. "My dad gave him to me. He said toads are trustworthy familiars and considered lucky in some countries."
There wasn't an especially deep reason Kayla had taken Bart along with her to Hogwarts. She was friends with various strays in Diagon Alley. The Magical Menagrie, which she lived above, had various animals, including krups and owls for her to choose from. However, Bart was who her father had gifted her. She had never taken care of a toad before and, in the process of learning to do so, had grown rather fond of Bart. There was still much Kayla couldn't do on her own. Hydration charms. Heating charms. Spells to clean Bart's aquarium and keep him safe. Dad wouldn't let her touch his wand, for risk of a backlash, so Kayla did what she could manually and left the rest to him. However, that didn't mean Kayla didn't watch and learn. Now that she had a wand of her own, it was her turn to fully take care of Bart.
Tilting her head consideringly, Kayla lifted the bowl containing Bart from her lap and held it out to the boy. "Would you like to touch him?"
Bart was both cute and cool in Kayla's eyes. Besides, didn't boys like things like frogs and snakes? She remembered how the muggle boys in her elementary school had oohed and ahhed over the frogs living in the creek near their school. Made a game of catching them, in fact. Therefore Kayla's offer, in her eyes, was an attempt to make a friend.
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Birdie
Piper Lewis
Piper hadn’t been walking for too long until another girl stopped in front of her. It seemed both girls had the same intention of looking for a compartment to make a few friends before they arrived at Hogwarts. They’d be there for seven years, they might as well make a few friends right from the start. Who knew, maybe the friends they made would last all seven years. Or, they could not even last being friends their first year. Piper didn’t care, the more people she knew in her year, the better.
Piper nodded at the girls words, that had clarified Pipers thoughts. They both were looking for a compartment. Piper nodded at the mention of getting a compartment together. “That’d be great.” She said with a warm smile. The two girls walked along, looking for an empty compartment. “Oh, my names Piper by the way.” The brunette said after a moment, she had completely forgotten to introduce herself simply because she was too excited about the fact of making a new friend.
As they walked, Piper began to doubt they’d find an empty compartment for just the two of them. Every compartment seemed to be filled with students, catching up with each other, or first years who’s compartments were full from all the new years looking to make friends. The two girls didn’t stop looking for a compartment though, and Piper was determined to find one. When Piper put her mind to doing something, she always had to get it done or it’d annoy the heck out of her.
Soon, to Piper’s surprise, they did find an empty compartment. She gestured for the girl to follow her as they walked in and took a seat. “I didn’t think we’d ever find an empty compartment.” Piper smiled as she let out a soft breath. She set her cat down beside her which immediately jumped to the floor. As if the cat were a dog, it began to sniff around. Piper didn’t seem to be paying attention to her though, her mind was on the trolley that the blonde had talked about. She said there was some good sweets on there. Even though they were getting closer and closer to the school, she’d still like to try some candies if necessary.
SomebodyElse
HerculePyro
Arson on the Orient Express
Ned absentmindedly watched this girl get down the large fishbowl from the rack above for her toad, while frequently glancing back at his book.
“Right…” he said slowly in response to her reply. He hadn’t heard anything about toads being lucky in other countries, maybe that was a wizard thing. He continued to stare at the thing, that was now croaking happily from within its bowl.
What kind of dad would give their daughter a toad? He wondered.
When the different Hogwarts pets had been explained to him he had been a little sad that his parents didn’t buy him an owl, but they had to look after his pet boa constrictor while he was at Hogwarts and didn’t want to spend on two pets. The ministry official told them how they’d be able to contact Ned while he was at school anyway.
“Would you like to touch him?” She asked him, sweetly.
Ned looked from the girl down to the toad and back up to her. Then to the chocolate frog that was moving slowly around on her lap. He was also having a hard time not recalling the time he’d seen his snake eat a toad that had made its way into the snake’s aquarium when he’d been cleaning it.
“No,” Ned said bluntly.
He waggled his fingers on his book cover in an attempt to show his inability to touch the toad at the present time.
“Don’t you think the concept of chocolate frogs is weird?” Ned asked after a short silence that followed his rejection of her offer.
“I mean… what is the appeal to eating a moving creature? Were the creators of chocolate frogs super violent or something?” Ned continued.
He held up Hogwarts: A History and waved it around a bit.
“This thing would make me believe they’d have to be a Slytherin to do that, half of me wonders if some of this is made up. Nearly every dark wizard in greater Britain came from Slytherin? That just seems stupid,” Ned stated frowning disbelieving at his “history” book.
“What house do you want to be sorted into; Red, blue, yellow or evil?” Ned asked, wiggling his fingers spookily at the girl, reminiscent of the emperor from StarWars.
QuirkyAngel
“Right…” he said slowly in response to her reply. He hadn’t heard anything about toads being lucky in other countries, maybe that was a wizard thing. He continued to stare at the thing, that was now croaking happily from within its bowl.
What kind of dad would give their daughter a toad? He wondered.
When the different Hogwarts pets had been explained to him he had been a little sad that his parents didn’t buy him an owl, but they had to look after his pet boa constrictor while he was at Hogwarts and didn’t want to spend on two pets. The ministry official told them how they’d be able to contact Ned while he was at school anyway.
“Would you like to touch him?” She asked him, sweetly.
Ned looked from the girl down to the toad and back up to her. Then to the chocolate frog that was moving slowly around on her lap. He was also having a hard time not recalling the time he’d seen his snake eat a toad that had made its way into the snake’s aquarium when he’d been cleaning it.
“No,” Ned said bluntly.
He waggled his fingers on his book cover in an attempt to show his inability to touch the toad at the present time.
“Don’t you think the concept of chocolate frogs is weird?” Ned asked after a short silence that followed his rejection of her offer.
“I mean… what is the appeal to eating a moving creature? Were the creators of chocolate frogs super violent or something?” Ned continued.
He held up Hogwarts: A History and waved it around a bit.
“This thing would make me believe they’d have to be a Slytherin to do that, half of me wonders if some of this is made up. Nearly every dark wizard in greater Britain came from Slytherin? That just seems stupid,” Ned stated frowning disbelieving at his “history” book.
“What house do you want to be sorted into; Red, blue, yellow or evil?” Ned asked, wiggling his fingers spookily at the girl, reminiscent of the emperor from StarWars.
QuirkyAngel
SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
The girl agreed and introduced herself as Piper. "Clairabelle Cartwright, my pleasure. Although I prefer to be called called Claire."
They began to walk searching for a compartment. It had proven difficult to find an empty compartment although Clairabelle wondered why they needed to find one entirely empty. They passed by ones filled with students as Clairabelle followed behind Piper. Surely it wouldn't be too bad to simply join a group of people. Although Clairabelle never spoke, only continued to follow, she had a feeling this was something piper wouldn't simply give up on, judging by the concentration she put into finding an empty one.
Sure enough however they did find an empty compartment and Piper gestured Clairabelle to follow her in. Piper spoke suprised they even found one.
"I suppose it was abit of a miracle. So just piper? No last name?" Clairabelle asked sittiing down with her purse in her lap.
"I'm fairly sure you're a first year. I am too. I've been hearing many tales of Hogwarts from my parents. My parents were quite adamant on what to do when I arrive. Apparently they were quite popular here. Although I won't bore you with any details." Clairabelle honestly was excited to visit Hogwarts finally. It was the first step towards making a successful future for herself.
Although 7 years did feel like a long time to spend in a single castle.
"I'm fairly certain I'll be put into Slytherin, both my parents were in Slytherin."
As if on cue the trolly lady arrived. All sorts of candies were present. And Clairabelle picked up her purse.
"So what does your stomache tell you? I desire to try the pumpkin pastries."She said.
Raven14
QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Kayla Bristlewood
Kayla drew the bowl back after hearing the boy's blunt, yet simple, rejection and lightly pat Bart's head comfortingly, though the toad likely didn't care one way or another whether he was touched or not. A croaking sound was made.
The corner of Kayla's lips twitched before her attention flitted back to the brown haired boy who was now focused on the chocolate frog. Her first thought was that the boy must be a muggleborn, or, at least, muggle-raised because his questions seemed to question the logic of the magic world as if genuinely curious and trying to understand how it works or why it works the way it did. Just like her when she first stayed with her mother and had to get used to the muggle community's numerous gadgets, though she swapped between both worlds enough times that she acclimated well enough. Her second thought was that he must be very kind to be aware of eating moving creatures, even if it was just an enchantment - likely in order to draw the attention of young children.
When she was younger, in her more sensitive years, Kayla had her father remove all the enchantments before consuming chocolate animals as well.
Kayla nodded understandingly, then blinked when he wiggled his fingers spookily, having never seen Star Wars before. Still. Kayla understood the sarcasm, so she giggled. There were no evil houses. Just evil people.
At least, that was what her father had taught her.
"History wouldn't lie, I don't think." She didn't actually know the statistics of dark wizards, but rumors had to come from somewhere. "Mr. Slytherin has quite the bad reputation." Prejudice against muggleborns being one of them. While Kayla didn't like what she generally heard about the Slytherin house, she wasn't one to judge without knowing all the sides either. She caught the chocolate frog before it could leap away. "But it's not like his house has anything to do with it. I think any one of them is fine so long as I can make friends. My dad was in Gryffindor so it might be nice to see his old dorm and hear some stories about him..."
Assuming the hat thought her worthy enough to be in any house.
Kayla glanced at the boy. "What about you...?"
She blushed when she realized she still didn't know his name so she couldn't properly address him. But it'd be rude to ask for a name without introducing herself first. "Oh, I'm Kayla, by the way. Kayla Bristlewood."
HerculePyro
Kayla drew the bowl back after hearing the boy's blunt, yet simple, rejection and lightly pat Bart's head comfortingly, though the toad likely didn't care one way or another whether he was touched or not. A croaking sound was made.
The corner of Kayla's lips twitched before her attention flitted back to the brown haired boy who was now focused on the chocolate frog. Her first thought was that the boy must be a muggleborn, or, at least, muggle-raised because his questions seemed to question the logic of the magic world as if genuinely curious and trying to understand how it works or why it works the way it did. Just like her when she first stayed with her mother and had to get used to the muggle community's numerous gadgets, though she swapped between both worlds enough times that she acclimated well enough. Her second thought was that he must be very kind to be aware of eating moving creatures, even if it was just an enchantment - likely in order to draw the attention of young children.
When she was younger, in her more sensitive years, Kayla had her father remove all the enchantments before consuming chocolate animals as well.
Kayla nodded understandingly, then blinked when he wiggled his fingers spookily, having never seen Star Wars before. Still. Kayla understood the sarcasm, so she giggled. There were no evil houses. Just evil people.
At least, that was what her father had taught her.
"History wouldn't lie, I don't think." She didn't actually know the statistics of dark wizards, but rumors had to come from somewhere. "Mr. Slytherin has quite the bad reputation." Prejudice against muggleborns being one of them. While Kayla didn't like what she generally heard about the Slytherin house, she wasn't one to judge without knowing all the sides either. She caught the chocolate frog before it could leap away. "But it's not like his house has anything to do with it. I think any one of them is fine so long as I can make friends. My dad was in Gryffindor so it might be nice to see his old dorm and hear some stories about him..."
Assuming the hat thought her worthy enough to be in any house.
Kayla glanced at the boy. "What about you...?"
She blushed when she realized she still didn't know his name so she couldn't properly address him. But it'd be rude to ask for a name without introducing herself first. "Oh, I'm Kayla, by the way. Kayla Bristlewood."
HerculePyro
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Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Lenore didn't particularly mind that no one was bothering her or her owl, but the sound of conversation around her was something of a distraction. It kept her just far enough out of the zone that she heard the woman pushing the snack trolley making her rounds. Considering that she had not been a part of the family wizardry events for so long, the enchanted and moving options were... unsettling. Who in their right mind wanted to bite off the head of a squirming frog, chocolate or not? Was this what her brothers ate for fun? Why? No wonder they were such sickos! Or maybe teenage boys were just twisted in general. Either way.
"Is there anything that isn't enchanted?", Lenore asked the trolley lady. The one thing she'd forgotten to prepare for: her own snacks. It wasn't like customs would let her through with a box of jerky, but she was in London for two days before getting on the train! And now she had to figure out whether or not she could eat something actively trying to escape her.
Fortunately, not everything was magical in nature. Some things had magical properties by nature of the ingredients to produce it, but at least the pastries weren't jumping about upon being unwrapped. She fished out the wizard money from amongst the loose nickels and dimes in her coin purse to pay for the food, whilst she picked up tidbits about the students around her.
The girl named Claire stated her desire to be placed in house Slytherin, but wasn't that house typically associated with evil wizards? Perhaps she wanted to prove the stories wrong, but Lenore hoped not to be within spell range if it didn't work out. Lenore didn't have a clue which house specifically she would be placed in, she didn't have a family history at Hogwarts for a hint. From what she understood, it was futile to guess, anyway.
Kayla and the boy with her seemed to be having a similar conversation about the reputation of house Slytherin to Lenore's thoughts, but they also seemed busy. There were other conversations occurring, but amidst the noise of the engine and other conversations, those were the two she could make out the clearest, due to proximity.
"What do you think, Wynne?", Lenore asked her bird. The owl hooted upon receiving attention. "Took the words right out of my mouth."
"Is there anything that isn't enchanted?", Lenore asked the trolley lady. The one thing she'd forgotten to prepare for: her own snacks. It wasn't like customs would let her through with a box of jerky, but she was in London for two days before getting on the train! And now she had to figure out whether or not she could eat something actively trying to escape her.
Fortunately, not everything was magical in nature. Some things had magical properties by nature of the ingredients to produce it, but at least the pastries weren't jumping about upon being unwrapped. She fished out the wizard money from amongst the loose nickels and dimes in her coin purse to pay for the food, whilst she picked up tidbits about the students around her.
The girl named Claire stated her desire to be placed in house Slytherin, but wasn't that house typically associated with evil wizards? Perhaps she wanted to prove the stories wrong, but Lenore hoped not to be within spell range if it didn't work out. Lenore didn't have a clue which house specifically she would be placed in, she didn't have a family history at Hogwarts for a hint. From what she understood, it was futile to guess, anyway.
Kayla and the boy with her seemed to be having a similar conversation about the reputation of house Slytherin to Lenore's thoughts, but they also seemed busy. There were other conversations occurring, but amidst the noise of the engine and other conversations, those were the two she could make out the clearest, due to proximity.
"What do you think, Wynne?", Lenore asked her bird. The owl hooted upon receiving attention. "Took the words right out of my mouth."
Raven14
Birdie
Piper Lewis
Piper’s cat soon jumped back onto the seat and went over, sitting on her lap. Piper swiped her hand smoothly down the felines back. Her eyes wandered out the window once more as Claire spoke. A small smile pursed the girls lips, “Piper Lewis.” She answered, letting her eyes shift back to the blonde sitting across from her. She didn’t find it rude in any way she hadn’t introduced herself by saying her last name too. Though that was how most people introduced themselves.
Piper hesitated a moment as Claire told her she’d heard tons of stories about Hogwarts. Her, being Muggleborn, hadn’t even known it existed until she got her letter. “I don’t know a thing about Hogwarts. My parents didn’t go.” She told the other girl, a small smile still on her face. “I’ve read about the Hogwarts houses though.” She clarified with a curt nod.
When Claire said she thought she’d be a Slytherin, Piper shook her head slowly. “I don’t think so. Well, I’ve just met you so it’s hard to judge, but,” Piper stopped, tilting her head a slight bit as she looked at the other girl. “I think a Hufflepuff would suit you better, really.” She said nodding her head, in an almost encouraging way as the smile on her face grew tremendously. “I’ve no idea what house I’d be in honestly.” Piper said with a small shrug. When the trolley lady arrived, Piper’s eyes switched to that, along with her cats eyes.
“The pumpkin pastries,” Piper repeated, shaking her head lightly. “It all sounds amazing.” She mumbled as she set Mookie down on the seat beside her and stood up. She moved over to the cart to get a better look at what there was. “The cauldron cakes look good.” Piper decided after a moment, letting her eyes wander back over to the blonde. She asked the lady for a cauldron cake, and the lady happily handed her one. Piper paid before happily taking a seat.
She looked at the cauldron cake a moment before taking a bite from it. A thoughtful look stuck to her face a moment as she chewed, but after a moment her eyes widened slightly. She finished chewing, swallowing, before talking again. “This is amazing!” She told Claire. “How’s yours?” She asked curiously after a moment.
SomebodyElse
QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Chapter 2: The Sorting
Even as the children aboard chattered, the train continued to move North toward its destination until it eventually stopped at a tiny, dark platform. A loud tooting sounded as all the doors on the magical vehicle suddenly opened—as if telling everyone to get off. Those who look hard might be a able to see a sign that said ‘Hogsmede Station’ through the darkness, though very little else as night and fog obscured their vision.
There was only a single source of light. An old man with a large beard and pointed hat stood at the station, lantern in hand.
Strapped to his back was a crossbow.
“Older kids, you know the drill. Firs’ Years, just firs’ years, follow me. Hurry up, now. Leave yer stuff. The elves will take care of it.”
Then, without saying any more, the old man swiftly turned and walked away. For an old guy, he walked rather fast, setting a brisk pace towards a shimmering black lake where a series of small boats waited. None of the boats had sails. Or oars, for that matter.
“Three in a boat. Pick any of ‘em. You don’ need to worry about rowing. In fact it’s better that you don’ move too much—else I might hafta come save you.” The last part was muttered irritably. “Tap on the side of the boat when yer ready. It’ll take you across the lake. Then we'll walk the rest of the way to Hogwarts.”
He pointed to the castle atop a crag on the other side of the shore where a winding road led up to. Flickering lights peeked through the many windows, cutting through the darkness and giving the structure an enchanting glow. Or, perhaps a creepy one, depending on point of view. Regardless, there seemed to be activity inside. What sort of activity is yet to be seen. Above the children, the moon silently watched as they made their way across the lake in groups of threes.
Nico
Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
There was only a single source of light. An old man with a large beard and pointed hat stood at the station, lantern in hand.
Strapped to his back was a crossbow.
“Older kids, you know the drill. Firs’ Years, just firs’ years, follow me. Hurry up, now. Leave yer stuff. The elves will take care of it.”
Then, without saying any more, the old man swiftly turned and walked away. For an old guy, he walked rather fast, setting a brisk pace towards a shimmering black lake where a series of small boats waited. None of the boats had sails. Or oars, for that matter.
“Three in a boat. Pick any of ‘em. You don’ need to worry about rowing. In fact it’s better that you don’ move too much—else I might hafta come save you.” The last part was muttered irritably. “Tap on the side of the boat when yer ready. It’ll take you across the lake. Then we'll walk the rest of the way to Hogwarts.”
He pointed to the castle atop a crag on the other side of the shore where a winding road led up to. Flickering lights peeked through the many windows, cutting through the darkness and giving the structure an enchanting glow. Or, perhaps a creepy one, depending on point of view. Regardless, there seemed to be activity inside. What sort of activity is yet to be seen. Above the children, the moon silently watched as they made their way across the lake in groups of threes.
I was honestly going to write more, up to the sorting, but I figured why deprive you guys of the boat scene? It's one of the major things only first years get after all^^ It'll also give players more time to interact. If you can't find a player to sit with, or we don't have enough, feel free to fill empty slots with NPCs. Theoretically, I have 9 players, so it should divide up evenly, but participation isn't required and I can't say how many are still here. Sorting ceremony will be 7 days from when this post was made. So Sunday, April 5th. |
Nico
Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
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HerculePyro
Arson on the Orient Express
Ned looked at her dryly, then back at his book; flicking it to the page detailing Godric Gryffindor’s house.
“Well if it’s just friend making you’re after I think Hufflepuff would suit best. Helga Hufflepuff would take everyone into her house is what it says,” He commented, flicking forward a few pages.
Ned also made a blank face as Kayla introduced herself and he realised the two had been talking this long without properly introducing each other, his mother would have smacked him for his rudeness.
“Oh, right. Ned. Ned Banner. And what house I’d want to be in? I don’t know. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff don’t appeal to me, not really. Hufflepuff sounds like it’s the house for the people who aren’t special in some way and I don’t see the point of being brave or chivalrous in a time of peace. In the age of Merlin maybe being brave was important but now? Nah,” Ned continued, not concerned too much about badmouthing the house of Kayla’s father.
“Realistically my parents would want me to be in Ravenclaw the most, a house dedicated to academics would make them feel better. Though if I’m being honest… reading up on them and how terrible their reputation is, I wouldn’t mind Slytherin just to prove a point. They say they like ambition which I think I fit. Though I’m muggleborn and they don’t seem to like that much, from what I’ve read,” Ned added.
He had stopped talking at a good time, as the breaks engaged, and the train slowed to a stop. Ned didn’t have time to continue the conversation as he and Kayla were forced off the train by the hustle and bustle of rushing students. Surrounded by the tall older students, Ned took it upon himself to grab Kayla’s hand to make sure the shorter girl wouldn’t get washed away in the crowd.
Leading her towards the front of a station he caught sight of the man who’d called out to them, out of the bustling crowd Ned relinquished Kayla’s hand and quickened his pace to catch up to the swift old man. Ned looked down at the boats suspiciously but upon the old wizards beckoning, approached one and climbed in.
Getting himself comfortable, Ned took the time to get a proper look at the castle. Set atop a high cliff, the moon at it’s back it was a lot bigger than he’d imagined. The lake stretching out before them looked like a black void, save the ripples in the surface, only made visible by the moonlight. Ned gulped nervously and waited for the others to step into the boats.
QuirkyAngel
“Well if it’s just friend making you’re after I think Hufflepuff would suit best. Helga Hufflepuff would take everyone into her house is what it says,” He commented, flicking forward a few pages.
Ned also made a blank face as Kayla introduced herself and he realised the two had been talking this long without properly introducing each other, his mother would have smacked him for his rudeness.
“Oh, right. Ned. Ned Banner. And what house I’d want to be in? I don’t know. Gryffindor and Hufflepuff don’t appeal to me, not really. Hufflepuff sounds like it’s the house for the people who aren’t special in some way and I don’t see the point of being brave or chivalrous in a time of peace. In the age of Merlin maybe being brave was important but now? Nah,” Ned continued, not concerned too much about badmouthing the house of Kayla’s father.
“Realistically my parents would want me to be in Ravenclaw the most, a house dedicated to academics would make them feel better. Though if I’m being honest… reading up on them and how terrible their reputation is, I wouldn’t mind Slytherin just to prove a point. They say they like ambition which I think I fit. Though I’m muggleborn and they don’t seem to like that much, from what I’ve read,” Ned added.
He had stopped talking at a good time, as the breaks engaged, and the train slowed to a stop. Ned didn’t have time to continue the conversation as he and Kayla were forced off the train by the hustle and bustle of rushing students. Surrounded by the tall older students, Ned took it upon himself to grab Kayla’s hand to make sure the shorter girl wouldn’t get washed away in the crowd.
Leading her towards the front of a station he caught sight of the man who’d called out to them, out of the bustling crowd Ned relinquished Kayla’s hand and quickened his pace to catch up to the swift old man. Ned looked down at the boats suspiciously but upon the old wizards beckoning, approached one and climbed in.
Getting himself comfortable, Ned took the time to get a proper look at the castle. Set atop a high cliff, the moon at it’s back it was a lot bigger than he’d imagined. The lake stretching out before them looked like a black void, save the ripples in the surface, only made visible by the moonlight. Ned gulped nervously and waited for the others to step into the boats.
QuirkyAngel
QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Kayla blushed, as it was the first time a boy other than her father held her hand, but didn’t refuse Ned’s offered protection as the crowd washed out. It was a swift travel after that. Kayla didn’t hesitate to join Ned in his boat, since he was the only one she’d really spoken to during the train ride, and they were eventually joined by one more before Kayla tapped the boat as the teacher? instructed. Thus they set off.
It was a smooth ride.
Kayla heard mention of a giant squid living in the lake from one of the students and stared curiously at the water, but there was nothing visible beyond the dark depths. The squid seemed shy. Withholding a sigh of disappointment, Kayla tucked her hair behind her ear and sat back, humming a sweet tune to pass the time.
Once they reached shore, the students were ushered up a winding path leading to the back gates of Hogwarts Castle where another wizard awaited—brown hair, blue robes, and a thin, lanky frame.
“Thank you, Houde.”
“My pleasure, Professor Grimald.”
And so they were handed over to Professor Grimald who led them up a series of steps to the Entrance Hall. Kayla couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering, whether it be to the stone pillars or to the portraits greeting them. They stopped in front of a set of double doors. Behind the doors, Kayla could hear a lot of chattering. Professor Grimald clapped. “Alright children, straighten your robes and line up please. In alphabetical order, if you would. The Sorting Cermony, which opens the Welcoming Feast, is about to begin. It’s a simple procedure, so don’t think too much. Just go up when your name is called.”
That said, they were given a few minutes to do as told before the double doors opened and they were led inside. The Great Hall was crowded with students lined along the long tables and teachers at the head. Above them candles floated in a vast starry sky, which shouldn’t really exist indoors, but Kayla had long stopped questioning the wonders of magic. All her focus was on a hat nestled atop a stool towards the front of the room.
The hat came to life and began to sing, much to Kayla’s fascination:
Applauds followed the bowing hat before Professor Grimald picked up the sentient headwear with one hand, a scroll appearing in the other. One by one, in alphabetical order, names were called.
Nico
Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
It was a smooth ride.
Kayla heard mention of a giant squid living in the lake from one of the students and stared curiously at the water, but there was nothing visible beyond the dark depths. The squid seemed shy. Withholding a sigh of disappointment, Kayla tucked her hair behind her ear and sat back, humming a sweet tune to pass the time.
Once they reached shore, the students were ushered up a winding path leading to the back gates of Hogwarts Castle where another wizard awaited—brown hair, blue robes, and a thin, lanky frame.
“Thank you, Houde.”
“My pleasure, Professor Grimald.”
And so they were handed over to Professor Grimald who led them up a series of steps to the Entrance Hall. Kayla couldn’t keep her eyes from wandering, whether it be to the stone pillars or to the portraits greeting them. They stopped in front of a set of double doors. Behind the doors, Kayla could hear a lot of chattering. Professor Grimald clapped. “Alright children, straighten your robes and line up please. In alphabetical order, if you would. The Sorting Cermony, which opens the Welcoming Feast, is about to begin. It’s a simple procedure, so don’t think too much. Just go up when your name is called.”
That said, they were given a few minutes to do as told before the double doors opened and they were led inside. The Great Hall was crowded with students lined along the long tables and teachers at the head. Above them candles floated in a vast starry sky, which shouldn’t really exist indoors, but Kayla had long stopped questioning the wonders of magic. All her focus was on a hat nestled atop a stool towards the front of the room.
The hat came to life and began to sing, much to Kayla’s fascination:
“Take heed, young ones, and I shall tell you all a tale
from a long, long time ago.
Four brilliant witches and wizards came together
to teach magic children all they know.
Thus from far and wide the youths all came
and Hogwarts came to be.
But who should be taught and what qualities made them the best?
The four great sorcerers just couldn’t agree.
Ravenclaw wanted to teach the brightest of minds.
Gryffindor the Bravest.
Hufflepuff saw virtue in the kind and willing.
While Slytherin thought those who know how to get ahead the greatest.
Thus the houses of Hogwarts were split into four
and I was woven of thread and magic to decide
to which of the four houses
these children would abide.
This is a tale of olden times
But here and through the ages I still sit.
Ready to tell to you all
where you truly fit.
So hurry up and put me on!
Do not dawdle, I implore.
Just leave your sorting up to me.
This wondrous hat that everyone adores!”
from a long, long time ago.
Four brilliant witches and wizards came together
to teach magic children all they know.
Thus from far and wide the youths all came
and Hogwarts came to be.
But who should be taught and what qualities made them the best?
The four great sorcerers just couldn’t agree.
Ravenclaw wanted to teach the brightest of minds.
Gryffindor the Bravest.
Hufflepuff saw virtue in the kind and willing.
While Slytherin thought those who know how to get ahead the greatest.
Thus the houses of Hogwarts were split into four
and I was woven of thread and magic to decide
to which of the four houses
these children would abide.
This is a tale of olden times
But here and through the ages I still sit.
Ready to tell to you all
where you truly fit.
So hurry up and put me on!
Do not dawdle, I implore.
Just leave your sorting up to me.
This wondrous hat that everyone adores!”
Applauds followed the bowing hat before Professor Grimald picked up the sentient headwear with one hand, a scroll appearing in the other. One by one, in alphabetical order, names were called.
Nico
Raven14
g r i m
HerculePyro
Lord Mitmar
Ayama
simj26
SomebodyElse
Deadwood Deer
And so the sorting begins (again I apologize for the delay)! If you have a house in mind, this is your last chance to let me know. The hat takes your characters' wants into consideration as well. Post your character climbing on the stool, getting the hat put on, and any thoughts directed towards the hat if you want an in-depth explanation as to why your character was put in a particular house (or if you just want to chat with the hat). Either way, all players who made a sheet will have their character sorted whether they post a response or not. Alphabetical order is so you know who goes before and after your character IC-wise, but since sorting is a solitary process, there's no real posting order. As always you are free to make up/mention npcs to buff your posts. |
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Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
As the train pulled into the station, Lenore realized it a bit too late and people were filing out as she scrambled to put her books away and get into her robes before it was too late. She tore out of the Hogwarts Express just before the doors closed, barely making it into the last boat. Now what was propelling these things? Did wizards seriously get paid to stand around flicking their wands all day? No wonder they were always portrayed with gnarled hands.
At least the boat ride was relatively smooth. Some of the other first years were looking at the dark waters like they expected to see something pop out. What stories were flying around this place? How out of touch was Lenore with the world she was born into?
By the time the boats landed and everyone got off, Lenore still hadn't figured out how they moved. There were no sails, and no motors. How? Just how? She needed to get better at researching these things, if she wanted to avoid having an aneurysm trying to understand. Mental note, find the library and pray there's an actual librarian, Lenore ordered herself.
It would appear that the gnarled hands image wasn't immediately accurate, however. The professor who collected them from the boatman seemed to have fully functioning hands, although he seemed to "need a sandwich something fierce", as her friend Alice back home would have put it.
"Alright children, straighten your robes and line up please. In alphabetical order, if you would. The Sorting Cermony, which opens the Welcoming Feast, is about to begin. It’s a simple procedure, so don’t think too much. Just go up when your name is called," Professor Grimald instructed.
Well, now Lenore had to think. Why did he say not to think? You don't do that if it's the absence of thought you want.
The line wasn't very long, there didn't seem that many first years compared to the other students and the size of the castle. It wasn't until the hat started singing that Lenore started to realize there was more to the process than she realized.
Wait, what? The HAT WAS SINGING! Why was the hat singing? HOW was the hat singing? Her phone bricked itself the moment the train pulled up to Hogsmeade, there was no way there was a functioning speaker and motor in that hat, especially since people were putting it on! And why were these house names wizard names? How do you use these names seriously? 'Hello, I'm Hufflepuff, I would like an application.'
At least the system seemed pretty straightforward. You go up, put on the hat, the hat analyzes your traits, and assigns you a house based. Bravery for Gryffindor, virtue for Hufflepuff, intelligence for Ravenclaw, and desire to achieve for Slytherin. Maybe that's why Slytherin was associated with evil wizards more than the other three, since someone who is evil would have few qualms about simply doing whatever it is that they wanted in order to accomplish their goals in spite of the law, while intelligence and bravery were present on both sides of the situation, and kindness was subjective.
Maybe Lenore could use this information to figure out where she would placed. The whole reason she was at Hogwarts was because she wanted to go to the best school, it would give her the same leg-up that going to an ivy league would, which she had planned to accomplish by being smarter than was expected. That seemed like it would narrow the selection down to Slytherin and Ravenclaw, unless taking the initiative to go through the Ministry to get here counted as bravery... ugh, it would be so much easier to figure this out if these were objective terms!
By the time she'd gotten that far in her reasoning, Clairabelle, Estelle, and Kayla had already been placed and Lenore was figuratively caught with her pants down again. She really needed to stop getting too wrapped up in her thoughts during moments like this.
"Cova, Lenore, please come up to the Hat!"
Aw, crud, she'd fallen behind again! Lenore scrambled up to the hat and stool, red in the face. This was not a good start to the school year! The talking hat smelled exactly as musty as it looked, and it fit a bit too loosely on Lenore's head. Well, Lenore, maybe you can salvage this, she told herself as she tried again to guess what the hat would say based on what she knew so far. But all she could figure out was the same as before; if she understood it correctly, Slytherin or Ravenclaw seemed most likely, with Gryffindor as a possibility depending on what was taken as bravery. There was also the possibility that she didn't understand diddly, and that this thing was something else entirely.
At least the boat ride was relatively smooth. Some of the other first years were looking at the dark waters like they expected to see something pop out. What stories were flying around this place? How out of touch was Lenore with the world she was born into?
By the time the boats landed and everyone got off, Lenore still hadn't figured out how they moved. There were no sails, and no motors. How? Just how? She needed to get better at researching these things, if she wanted to avoid having an aneurysm trying to understand. Mental note, find the library and pray there's an actual librarian, Lenore ordered herself.
It would appear that the gnarled hands image wasn't immediately accurate, however. The professor who collected them from the boatman seemed to have fully functioning hands, although he seemed to "need a sandwich something fierce", as her friend Alice back home would have put it.
"Alright children, straighten your robes and line up please. In alphabetical order, if you would. The Sorting Cermony, which opens the Welcoming Feast, is about to begin. It’s a simple procedure, so don’t think too much. Just go up when your name is called," Professor Grimald instructed.
Well, now Lenore had to think. Why did he say not to think? You don't do that if it's the absence of thought you want.
The line wasn't very long, there didn't seem that many first years compared to the other students and the size of the castle. It wasn't until the hat started singing that Lenore started to realize there was more to the process than she realized.
Wait, what? The HAT WAS SINGING! Why was the hat singing? HOW was the hat singing? Her phone bricked itself the moment the train pulled up to Hogsmeade, there was no way there was a functioning speaker and motor in that hat, especially since people were putting it on! And why were these house names wizard names? How do you use these names seriously? 'Hello, I'm Hufflepuff, I would like an application.'
At least the system seemed pretty straightforward. You go up, put on the hat, the hat analyzes your traits, and assigns you a house based. Bravery for Gryffindor, virtue for Hufflepuff, intelligence for Ravenclaw, and desire to achieve for Slytherin. Maybe that's why Slytherin was associated with evil wizards more than the other three, since someone who is evil would have few qualms about simply doing whatever it is that they wanted in order to accomplish their goals in spite of the law, while intelligence and bravery were present on both sides of the situation, and kindness was subjective.
Maybe Lenore could use this information to figure out where she would placed. The whole reason she was at Hogwarts was because she wanted to go to the best school, it would give her the same leg-up that going to an ivy league would, which she had planned to accomplish by being smarter than was expected. That seemed like it would narrow the selection down to Slytherin and Ravenclaw, unless taking the initiative to go through the Ministry to get here counted as bravery... ugh, it would be so much easier to figure this out if these were objective terms!
By the time she'd gotten that far in her reasoning, Clairabelle, Estelle, and Kayla had already been placed and Lenore was figuratively caught with her pants down again. She really needed to stop getting too wrapped up in her thoughts during moments like this.
"Cova, Lenore, please come up to the Hat!"
Aw, crud, she'd fallen behind again! Lenore scrambled up to the hat and stool, red in the face. This was not a good start to the school year! The talking hat smelled exactly as musty as it looked, and it fit a bit too loosely on Lenore's head. Well, Lenore, maybe you can salvage this, she told herself as she tried again to guess what the hat would say based on what she knew so far. But all she could figure out was the same as before; if she understood it correctly, Slytherin or Ravenclaw seemed most likely, with Gryffindor as a possibility depending on what was taken as bravery. There was also the possibility that she didn't understand diddly, and that this thing was something else entirely.
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QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Lenore's Sorting
HAHAHAHAHAHA, trying to guess what I would say, hmmm? What an interesting little mind you have...
Not very conventional. Always questioning things. Finding ways to improve what could be. It's pretty clear to me where you belong and I don't even have have to think too hard. You're a touch brave too, always dealing with those magical siblings of yours even when your magic hadn't fully developed itself yet. Not one to take things lying down, are you?
Heh.
But more than your bravery is your desire to KNOW, learn, and think outside of the box. Convenience and practicality is superior to overly-complicated and intricate, huh? You'd make for an odd one out going there in that case...but I'm hard pressed to find one of those birds who isn't odd. Cleverness and wisdom do go hand in hand...
Well.
I get the feeling you won't leave me alone if I don't make this quick and I still have other children to sort so...
HAHAHAHAHAHA, trying to guess what I would say, hmmm? What an interesting little mind you have...
Not very conventional. Always questioning things. Finding ways to improve what could be. It's pretty clear to me where you belong and I don't even have have to think too hard. You're a touch brave too, always dealing with those magical siblings of yours even when your magic hadn't fully developed itself yet. Not one to take things lying down, are you?
Heh.
But more than your bravery is your desire to KNOW, learn, and think outside of the box. Convenience and practicality is superior to overly-complicated and intricate, huh? You'd make for an odd one out going there in that case...but I'm hard pressed to find one of those birds who isn't odd. Cleverness and wisdom do go hand in hand...
Well.
I get the feeling you won't leave me alone if I don't make this quick and I still have other children to sort so...
The crease mouth of the sorting hat opened wide as it bellowed: "RAVENCLAW!!!!!"
The table in decorated in blue and bronze banners clapped politely, welcoming smiles on their faces. Well, some of them anyway. Some were indifferent, off in their own little world of complicated thoughts...or buried in books. Others had openly curious expressions on their bright-eyed faces and there was little doubt that Lenore would be openly bombarded with 1001 questions as soon as she settled in.
I hope you prove to them all that a late bloomer has what it takes to excel in Hogwarts...
That was the parting thought before the sorting hat was removed from Lenore's head. Letting, the scroll float in front of him, a wooden staff then appeared in Professor Grimald's bony hands. Sighing wearily, the wizard pointed it at the little girl, watching as certain parts of her uniform took on an azure color and a badge with an eagle embroidered itself on the fabric.
"Congratulations and good luck. I may be head of Slytherin, but I've always had a fondness for the Ravenclaw House." Waving Lenore to hurry to her seat, Professor Grimald continued to list off names with the efficiency of someone who wanted his job done with as soon as possible.
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SomebodyElse
Caught in a storm
This was such an awaited moment. Clairabelle had been long awaiting this moment for some time now. Being sorted in Slytherin was her goal. She would be quite disappointed if she wasn't put into Slytherin. She didn't feel like being anywhere but Slytherin. Thinking about all the success that she so desired to achieve got her excited.
When they had made it to the entrance hall, Clairabelle did notice the sorting hat. So the stories her parents would tell were true. The room felt appropriate as well. Long tables and floating candles as if to commemorate the moment forever. The sorting hat had come to life. Beginning to sing a song that felt like a script from some silly play. Clairabelle anxiously awaited her turn. She had been told by her mother that the hat did take into consideration your desires so she had to do a good convincing to get her put into Slytherin.
The moment did come when Clairabelle was called to the front and she walked up proudly to the stool where the sorting hat was placed onto her head.
Alright Mr Sorting Hat, please put me into Slytherin. I'm going to become the most powerful witch and Slytherin is all about power and success.
Also I hate the other houses so I would really prefer not to be placed into one of those. My parents were both in Slytherin so naturally I want to be there too.
Clairabelle thought.
Something about the people she had met that were once ravenclaws always rubbed her wrong. Alot of them acted too smart and Clairabelle was more focused on a more direct approach to getting more powerful. Gryffindors were too brave and reckless. Hufflepuff would be an embarrassment in itself so she didn't want to think about it.
She patiently awaited a response, and dreaded the idea of being anywhere but Slytherin.
When they had made it to the entrance hall, Clairabelle did notice the sorting hat. So the stories her parents would tell were true. The room felt appropriate as well. Long tables and floating candles as if to commemorate the moment forever. The sorting hat had come to life. Beginning to sing a song that felt like a script from some silly play. Clairabelle anxiously awaited her turn. She had been told by her mother that the hat did take into consideration your desires so she had to do a good convincing to get her put into Slytherin.
The moment did come when Clairabelle was called to the front and she walked up proudly to the stool where the sorting hat was placed onto her head.
Alright Mr Sorting Hat, please put me into Slytherin. I'm going to become the most powerful witch and Slytherin is all about power and success.
Also I hate the other houses so I would really prefer not to be placed into one of those. My parents were both in Slytherin so naturally I want to be there too.
Clairabelle thought.
Something about the people she had met that were once ravenclaws always rubbed her wrong. Alot of them acted too smart and Clairabelle was more focused on a more direct approach to getting more powerful. Gryffindors were too brave and reckless. Hufflepuff would be an embarrassment in itself so she didn't want to think about it.
She patiently awaited a response, and dreaded the idea of being anywhere but Slytherin.
HerculePyro
Arson on the Orient Express
The boat ride had been rather uneventful, Kayla and one other had joined him as they magically drifted across the Black lake. The reached their destination and strode up the stairs, a young-ish wizard greeted their guide, apparently named Houde, and addressed the students. He informed them on how to proceed. Ned had planned to move to the front, as befitting his name of Banner, but faltered when he saw Kayla take her place roughly in the middle of the line.
It clicked to Ned that they must be lining up in order of their first name, which was odd, did wizards intentionally do things different enough from muggles to irk them? Nevertheless, Ned took a spot somewhat behind Kayla; how they expected the students who didn’t know each other to line up alphabetically was beyond him.
Eventually, his name was called, and Ned strode up to the stool and had the aged hat placed on his head. As he sat down all he really thought about was.
“Just… just don’t put me in Hufflepuff please.”
It clicked to Ned that they must be lining up in order of their first name, which was odd, did wizards intentionally do things different enough from muggles to irk them? Nevertheless, Ned took a spot somewhat behind Kayla; how they expected the students who didn’t know each other to line up alphabetically was beyond him.
Eventually, his name was called, and Ned strode up to the stool and had the aged hat placed on his head. As he sat down all he really thought about was.
“Just… just don’t put me in Hufflepuff please.”
Raven14
Birdie
Piper Lewis
The boat ride to the castle was the most uneventful thing. Piper was too shocked to talk, looking at the castle. Hogwarts was different from the muggle world, in ways she couldn’t exactly describe, and she was definitely curious about it. She began to wonder what exciting things would happen to her at the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was spending seven years there. She was certain all seven years couldn’t be as uneventful as the boat ride. Piper was looking forward to adventure, exploring the castle, the grounds, really figuring out what the Wizarding World had to offer.
As they made it into the castle, Piper couldn’t help her curious, but excited eyes that wandered. She was checking out every painting, antique, etc. Before she knew it, they were standing in the Great Hall lining up. Piper was barley paying attention to the students being sorted, her eyes were wandering around the tables curiously. She didn’t know which house she was going to be in, but she was smart enough to know she didn’t want it to be Slytherin. To her Slytherins seemed like foul fools. She stood thinking frantically to herself. Soon the boy in front of her had been called to the stool, and Piper’s heart started to beat quickly. The next seven years of her life were about to be predicted in under ten seconds. Though she was nervous, she could also barley hold her excitement in.
When her name was called, her eyes wandered up to the teacher holding the scroll. She hesitated a moment before confidently making her way up to the stool. The hat was placed on her head and she felt most eyes in the Great Hall on her at this point. The hat fit loosely on her head, covering her eyes a slight bit. Her eyes wandered up, attempting to look at the hat but all she could see was black. Anywhere but Slytherin. Piper thought over and over to herself, praying she wouldn’t be in the house she felt she had to despise.
The boat ride to the castle was the most uneventful thing. Piper was too shocked to talk, looking at the castle. Hogwarts was different from the muggle world, in ways she couldn’t exactly describe, and she was definitely curious about it. She began to wonder what exciting things would happen to her at the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was spending seven years there. She was certain all seven years couldn’t be as uneventful as the boat ride. Piper was looking forward to adventure, exploring the castle, the grounds, really figuring out what the Wizarding World had to offer.
As they made it into the castle, Piper couldn’t help her curious, but excited eyes that wandered. She was checking out every painting, antique, etc. Before she knew it, they were standing in the Great Hall lining up. Piper was barley paying attention to the students being sorted, her eyes were wandering around the tables curiously. She didn’t know which house she was going to be in, but she was smart enough to know she didn’t want it to be Slytherin. To her Slytherins seemed like foul fools. She stood thinking frantically to herself. Soon the boy in front of her had been called to the stool, and Piper’s heart started to beat quickly. The next seven years of her life were about to be predicted in under ten seconds. Though she was nervous, she could also barley hold her excitement in.
When her name was called, her eyes wandered up to the teacher holding the scroll. She hesitated a moment before confidently making her way up to the stool. The hat was placed on her head and she felt most eyes in the Great Hall on her at this point. The hat fit loosely on her head, covering her eyes a slight bit. Her eyes wandered up, attempting to look at the hat but all she could see was black. Anywhere but Slytherin. Piper thought over and over to herself, praying she wouldn’t be in the house she felt she had to despise.
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QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Clairabelle's Sorting
Slytherin, eh? Ah, that’s right…Vanessa and Ryuusei Cartright are your parents. I remember sorting them. A brilliant pair of witch and wizard that have the AMBITION, CUNNING, and DRIVE to take what they want in life.
Do you?
Slytherin, eh? Ah, that’s right…Vanessa and Ryuusei Cartright are your parents. I remember sorting them. A brilliant pair of witch and wizard that have the AMBITION, CUNNING, and DRIVE to take what they want in life.
Do you?
The hat hummed amusedly.
...ambition is certainly there, but you’re quite good natured, aren’t you? Well, ‘good’ might not be the right way to put it. You’re proper. You stay in the lines and do what’s expected of you in hopes of obtaining a proper standing in life. In hopes of not disappointing the expectations placed on you. Slytherin isn’t all just just about success and power you know.
It’s also about SURVIVAL and self-preservation. That’s why lineage and legacy is so important to most of the ones I’ve come across. Every house has their own ambitions they lean towards, whether it be to shine on the worlds’ greatest stage, challenge their mind, find the answer to all the words’ mysteries, world peace…but few care as much about their own blood and the traditions that keep them alive. They’ll achieve what they want, but in safest manner possible, and take pride in that fact.
Trying to manipulate the sorting the moment you put me on…
It’s also about SURVIVAL and self-preservation. That’s why lineage and legacy is so important to most of the ones I’ve come across. Every house has their own ambitions they lean towards, whether it be to shine on the worlds’ greatest stage, challenge their mind, find the answer to all the words’ mysteries, world peace…but few care as much about their own blood and the traditions that keep them alive. They’ll achieve what they want, but in safest manner possible, and take pride in that fact.
Trying to manipulate the sorting the moment you put me on…
The hat snorted, its creased lips curving up into a smirk. Don’t worry your pretty little head over it, my dear. You’re a text-book Slytherin. I didn’t have much doubt regarding the matter, but you seemed to, despite the many people telling that’s where you’d go. Did the little girl saying you resemble a Hufflepuff rattle you?
Snicker.
Well, I wouldn’t want to put you’d where you’d hate, and you did say please, so I guess it better be... "SsssssssSLYTHERIN!!!!!”
The table in the with the green and silver banners clapped in a relatively polite manner, yet pride was evident in their eyes. Several smirks were shot toward the table of red and gold as well. Clearly there was some sort of hidden competition going on.
A couple of brave (or foolish) Gryffindors booed.
“Don’t mind it. If their head of house doesn’t punish them for that, I will.” Removing the hat, Professor Grimald changed the color scheme of Clairabelle’s Hogwarts robes, giving her the badge of the house he was in charge of, before pointing her towards the table of the snakes . “Welcome to Slytherin.”
SomebodyElse
Ned's Sorting
Annnd we have another one that doesn’t want to be in Hufflepuff. SHEEESH. Kids these days. Hufflepuffs possess of the best virtues when it comes to morality you know.
Let me see…
Oh me, oh my~A parselmouth! Haven’t seen one in quite some time…that has nothing to do with your house though so you’ll have to forgive my tendency to ramble.
You are hardworking and loyal, but far too determined and competitive to be a Hufflepuff, so no worries there. Yes…quite the determination. You’d work yourself to the bone if someone didn’t stop you and don’t easily back down. Those are Gryffindor traits if I ever saw them…at the very least I don’t think you’d be in Slytherin.
Those guys would rather find a shortcut to success. Your parents taught you better than that.
Yet you don’t really have the moral compass to be a Gryffindor either. Magicking a ball into the goal? Tut, tut. I’m surprised a letter from the Ministry of Magic hasn’t found its way to you yet. You’re quite clever aren’t you?
You want to be in Slytherin to prove a book wrong? HAHAHA, Interesting. Despite knowing how the house feels about muggleborns, that’s rather brave of you. Course, it’s a fairly outdated thought now that a certain Dark Lord has been taken down, but there are plenty of old families there that still think that…
Honestly.
You’re probably the most tricky of all the students I’ve sorted today. Standoffish, competitive, a thirst to prove yourself, intelligent, crafty, brave…I believe you’ll find your true friends in…
Professor Grimald had his eyes to the ceiling while he waited for the dumb hat to make its choice. Were children really that complicated? He just wanted the ceremony to be over with quickly so he could return to the library. Any house would do.
“RAVENCLAW!!!”
Quickly lifting the hat from the boy’s head, Professor Grimald altered Ned’s robes in the same manner he did Lenore’s. “Congratulations and best of luck at Hogwarts.”
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Deadwood Deer
Ten Thousand Club
Now the hat was a telepath?! It was weird, having this thing poking around her thoughts and memories. AND IT SPOKE TO HER IN HER BRAIN! What even was this thing? British wizards are crazy! The parting word from the hat was jarring. It hoped she could excel? Had other late bloomers completely failed out of Hogwarts?
The professor didn't at all seem phased by the hat's choice. Although he was probably tired and wanted it over quickly. The robes changing colors was... interesting. That was a spell she wanted to learn. Minor stuff like that she could understand using magic for regularly, it was more practical in the long term. Major stuff, why make yourself dependent on spells? The boats, okay, yeah, you can't expect a class of twelve year olds to sail, so that gets a pass, but that was still dicey to begin with.
Lenore gulped as she realized she was going to be swarmed the second her her rear touched the bench. Come on, you can do this. This is the house for intelligence, you should fit in just fine, she thought as she made her way to a place to sit. It brought her some relief that at least two thirds of the House were engrossed in reading or completely checked out of the situation, but the remaining third is what made her nervous.
Right on cue, the second she was settled enough that getting up would take too long, the curious ones pounced.
"Where are you from?"
"Do you have a pet project?"
"What house were your parents?"
I can't do this. Lenore attempted to answer the questions as they came, but they were coming in too many and too fast, that she didn't realize they weren't trying to talk to her past a certain point, they were trying to talk over each other to be a part of the conversation.
She came from Michigan, she filed to attend Hogwarts instead of Ilvermony. No she did not have a Texas accent! What kind of movies did you watch that that's what you think Americans sound like? Oh right, wizards generally don't go to theaters... Wait, then why did they think she had a Texas accent? She had three siblings and her parents, and they all went or go to Ilvermony. Her dad was a horned serpent, her mom a thunderbird. The two brothers are also thunderbirds, but her sister is a wampus. Lenore never went, she didn't step on the knot. No, she didn't know what she would have been sorted as! Are you seriously asking why she wears a hairband?
She was visibly getting overwhelmed when by some miracle someone else was placed in Ravenclaw and the focused shifted. Oh, I owe that kid a favor for that one!, Lenore thought, head on the table as she prayed the questions were over. That hasty exchange was more exhausting than the entire trip here!
The professor didn't at all seem phased by the hat's choice. Although he was probably tired and wanted it over quickly. The robes changing colors was... interesting. That was a spell she wanted to learn. Minor stuff like that she could understand using magic for regularly, it was more practical in the long term. Major stuff, why make yourself dependent on spells? The boats, okay, yeah, you can't expect a class of twelve year olds to sail, so that gets a pass, but that was still dicey to begin with.
Lenore gulped as she realized she was going to be swarmed the second her her rear touched the bench. Come on, you can do this. This is the house for intelligence, you should fit in just fine, she thought as she made her way to a place to sit. It brought her some relief that at least two thirds of the House were engrossed in reading or completely checked out of the situation, but the remaining third is what made her nervous.
Right on cue, the second she was settled enough that getting up would take too long, the curious ones pounced.
"Where are you from?"
"Do you have a pet project?"
"What house were your parents?"
I can't do this. Lenore attempted to answer the questions as they came, but they were coming in too many and too fast, that she didn't realize they weren't trying to talk to her past a certain point, they were trying to talk over each other to be a part of the conversation.
She came from Michigan, she filed to attend Hogwarts instead of Ilvermony. No she did not have a Texas accent! What kind of movies did you watch that that's what you think Americans sound like? Oh right, wizards generally don't go to theaters... Wait, then why did they think she had a Texas accent? She had three siblings and her parents, and they all went or go to Ilvermony. Her dad was a horned serpent, her mom a thunderbird. The two brothers are also thunderbirds, but her sister is a wampus. Lenore never went, she didn't step on the knot. No, she didn't know what she would have been sorted as! Are you seriously asking why she wears a hairband?
She was visibly getting overwhelmed when by some miracle someone else was placed in Ravenclaw and the focused shifted. Oh, I owe that kid a favor for that one!, Lenore thought, head on the table as she prayed the questions were over. That hasty exchange was more exhausting than the entire trip here!
Nico
Care Bears... prepare to stare!
Maple was mostly quiet throughout the entire boat ride. His mother had told him to make friends while he was on the boat and that they would stick with him throughout his school years. He wasn't sure how she would even know that? Every person was different after all. The dining hall was huge and scary to him. There were a lot of students along with teachers and some ghosts. It was overwhelming, and he felt like he was starting to get panicky. 'Alright, you can do this Maple, it's not rocket science. Also, what is rocket science?' he thought to himself.
"Komeda, Maple"
His name was called and he swallowed, his throat dry and rough. He walked forward and sat down on the stool. He felt nervous now that all the eyes in the dining hall were on him. He never liked being the center of attention. That much was true. He wondered where he'd be put, he knew he wouldn't fit in Slytherin, there wasn't a sly or cunning bone in his body. Griffindor maybe? He was courageous at times, and he liked adventures. He was smart, so maybe Ravenclaw? Though it wasn't on his mind, could he fit in Hufflepuff?
It wasn't for him to decide. The hat was the one that knew it all.
He felt the hat be placed on his head and soon his vision was half obscured. He was a small boy by nature, so the whole hat absolutely did not fit like a glove. Oh heavens, he hoped he didn't offend the hat by thinking that. Was it listening to his thoughts right now?
'Um, hi, I guess you're going to sort me now?' he thought.
"Komeda, Maple"
His name was called and he swallowed, his throat dry and rough. He walked forward and sat down on the stool. He felt nervous now that all the eyes in the dining hall were on him. He never liked being the center of attention. That much was true. He wondered where he'd be put, he knew he wouldn't fit in Slytherin, there wasn't a sly or cunning bone in his body. Griffindor maybe? He was courageous at times, and he liked adventures. He was smart, so maybe Ravenclaw? Though it wasn't on his mind, could he fit in Hufflepuff?
It wasn't for him to decide. The hat was the one that knew it all.
He felt the hat be placed on his head and soon his vision was half obscured. He was a small boy by nature, so the whole hat absolutely did not fit like a glove. Oh heavens, he hoped he didn't offend the hat by thinking that. Was it listening to his thoughts right now?
'Um, hi, I guess you're going to sort me now?' he thought.
Ayama
Enthusiast
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