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Post by Fate on Sept 26, 2011 6:35:58 GMT -5
Another school term, adding to the innumerable terms Hogwarts had seen. The venue was the same time-honored arrangement, with the four House tables paralleling each other, already filled with all but first year students. Up on the dais the long staff table was occupied by a wide variety of professors, and standing at the end of the table was Hogwarts' new Headmistress, Siara Brightweather. Most of the students didn't know who had been elected as their new guardian at school, and just assumed she was another professor.
In an adjoining room the first year students were being told the instructions for the Sorting. Put the hat on your head. Simple enough, but many of the children's knees were wobbly, their hands sweaty with fear, trepidation, and uncertainty. Which House would become their new home at school? Would they fit in, make friends? Were they worthy of a House, or would they be sent home? Was the new Headmistress strict, mean, or lazy? Or was she nice and understanding?
The tables were empty, awaiting the feast being assembled down in the kitchens. Once the Sorting was finished then the food would arrive.
Finally it was time. The tall, gold-eyed woman with the spiky grey hair stepped up to the podium, wearing robes of cerulean and plum with tiny sparrows flying along the sleeves and collar.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts!" Her firm, calm voice carried over the remnants of conversation, drawing the Hall's attention to her. "I'm your new Headmistress, my name is Siara Brightweather. I hope this year will be exciting, peaceful, and fun for us all. If you ever need anything, please don't hesitate to step by my office at any time. Now!" She clapped her hands once and stepped over to a simple chair bearing the battered Sorting Hat.
"It's time for the Sorting! Amareth, Lindsey!"
One by one the new students placed the hat on their head and once it declared their House, joined their fellow house-mates at their table. Once the Sorting was finished, the feast began!
[[Anyone's welcome to join: professors, students, and visitors such as Ministry Members!]]
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Post by Kitsune Meute d'Voleur on Sept 26, 2011 17:13:46 GMT -5
Kitt was never one to attend huge get-together's, but the Sorting at Hogwarts had always been one of her favorite times of the Fall. She loved the idea that young pups were just beginning their journeys into the vast world of Wizardry, and she was more than just a little excited to see who would end up where. She loved to watch as the newest of the pups would weave their way up to the Sorting Hat and nervously pray that they would end up in a class that would fit them to a tee.
Kitt enjoyed this particular festivity so much that she had dressed for the occassion, donning a pressed crimson tunic and Asian-inspired harem pants in an almost blood-red. This was the one evening when she allowed her normally-covered runes to show, and her more than obvious wolf ears flipped about her head as she tried to catch each and every sound in the Hall. She had even tangled with her mass of curls to try and sweep them up on top of hear head in a fashion that she thought rather looked like a cross between her standard bed-head and a sultry Djin. Kitsune chuckled to herself as she sat at the back of the Great Hall. Kitt had brought with her, this time, a high riding stool with an ivory silk cushion. She sat cross-legged just inside the door of the hall, and crunched down on a rather bright red apple as the sorting continued.
Her eyes scanned the room as she looked at the faces that seemed to her almost like dreams. She had seen these faces many times before, though she had gone into hybernation more than just a few times since the beautiful Siara Brighweather had taken the title of Head Mistress of Hogwarts.
When the feast began, Kitt had planned on returning to her Tea Shoppe with high Fall spirits, but the wonderful House Elves must have known that she would be attending, for a plate stacked with her favorite goodies appeared in her lap, and she settled back down on her cushion to partake in the ample feast that welcomed more than just the new students.
This was the ritual that welcomed Hope, Wonder, and Good Cheer to the coming seasons.
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Post by Eden Fletcher on Oct 7, 2011 19:06:09 GMT -5
(Siara actually just became head mistress in this timeline...I think)
Once more Hogwarts had flung open it's doors to the hoard of students, welcoming the masses inside the great hall. At the front of the Gryffindor table, little Eden Fletcher had wiggled her way in, snatching one of the coveted front seats. The young seer ignored the dark glower an older student had shot her way after Eden slid into the seat the student had pulled out. If anyone asked, Eden was too short to see that the student wanted to sit there...
Nothing in the world would prevent Eden from seeing Max being sorted. Not her vertical challenge, the size of the students, seniority or anything. As it was, Eden was sitting on her heals, bouncing every so often. The first years had just entered the hall. The headmistress stood and the hall instantly went silent. Or so it seemed to Eden. Everyone was curious. How many students would each house claim? Gryffindor would have the most because they were of course the best. What if Max got sorted into Ravenclaw like his Dad? Would he find a new best friend and forget about Eden? Sometimes she was more trouble than it was worth. She could see things about people...not everyone liked to know the future....
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Post by Curse Kameren on Oct 8, 2011 13:09:38 GMT -5
"Are you excited? I was so happy to get to see my sons sorted while they were at Hogwarts." Professor Prince's wrinkled eyes closed as she grinned wide at the professor to her left.
Professor Kameren sat in his place at the staff table for the opening feast, sticking out a bit oddly in his muggle clothes. He smiled back a bit uneasily; it was plain to see he was nervous. He hadn't seen Max in weeks, not since his first night in St. Mungo's. He loved and missed his son, but what if Max was angry at him? What if he didn't want to see his father again? Curse shifted awkwardly in his chair, looking back down at the table. At this point, he was sure he was more nervous than half the first-years were.
"Ssh, the students are coming!" One of the teachers called out from the other side of the table, and the line of Professors fell silent. Curse was seated near the center, between Siara and Professor Prince, the Gryffindor Head of House. All the Heads of the Houses were seated next to the Headmistress, in the order of their tables. Curse would have to formally introduce himself to his house later in the evening.
The second-through-seventh years all filed into the Great Hall, taking their seats at their respective tables. Curse smiled at his Ravenclaws, making eye-contact with the friendly students he'd already met from last year. He caught sight of Eden Fletcher and grinned. He straightened when Siara stood: it was time for the opening speech and sorting.
"Welcome back to Hogwarts!"
Curse ran a hand through his hair nervously, his eyes direct on Siara until he heard the Hall's doors open once again. Hogwarts' many First Years all filed in, all in their uniforms with their black Hogwarts ties, as they were yet to be sorted. The Potions Master's keen green eyes searched through the small sea of black robes, looking for a matching pair of eyes staring back at him. A small crooked smile pulled at his face when he found him. He was talking to someone during the speech, of course. He was always talking.
"It's time for the Sorting! Amareth, Lindsey!"
Curse watched the sorting as Miss Lindsey Amareth stepped up to the Sorting Hat, crossing his arms and sitting back in his chair. Every now and then he would spare another glance at his son, smiling at the excitement he saw in Max's round emerald eyes. All the while the students were sorted, trickling down as the first half of the alphabet was taken care of.
"Kameren-DeVille, Max!"
Curse sat forward in his chair, locking eyes with his son for a moment with a confident smile, as the hat was lowered onto the boy's head.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Oct 8, 2011 13:58:45 GMT -5
“Oy! Sod off!” Nuriko sent the taller student a pointed glare as he opened his mouth to protest Eden’s placement. Still, he didn’t seem willing to contest the Ravenclaw beater, and sulked off to find another seat. Nuri winked at Eden, her face creasing in a grin. “Wotcher, E. Been working on my Brit slang. You like?” The energetic seventh year reached to tousle Eden’s blond curls before she moved off to take her seat at Ravenclaw table, sitting with the quidditch team at the head of the table.
The gauze on her cheek wrinkled as her face creased into another grin, but she didn’t notice as she chattered with her friends. There was a whole summer’s worth of information to catch up on, on both sides. For once Nuriko hadn’t returned to America for the holiday, and she was bubbling over with her experiences as her native enthusiasm showed itself. "Welcome back to Hogwarts!"
The conversation died out as everyone turned to face the front of the room. Nuriko scanned the table for the first time, now noticing that Professor Kameren occupied his spot at the high table. She was relieved to see the man up and around. Medical magic might be, well, magic, but that was still quite the wound he had suffered.
"It's time for the Sorting! Amareth, Lindsey!"
Nuriko twisted round in her seat, observing as the first years clustered at the back of the hall. She couldn’t wait to see where Max was placed!
((You know, if Cedric had a fit over Alex and Curse being Ravens, imagine his reaction to Max being a Lion?))
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Post by Max Kameren on Oct 8, 2011 15:22:15 GMT -5
"So did your dad really kill people like it said in the Prophet?"
"Shove off, Malcolm, it's none of your bloody business anyway." Max arched an annoyed brow at the bespectacled First Year standing next to him. The two had been on the same boat heading across the lake to Hogwarts, and Malcolm had been pestering him ever since.
"It very well is my business! I'm going to be a Ravenclaw, and I need to know if my Head of House is an insane murderer!"
Max scowled at the boy as the doors to the Great Hall opened and the students filed in towards the front. "You won't have to worry about that Malcolm, only clever people get into Ravenclaw." The freckled pest wrinkled his nose at the taller Kameren, crossing his arms and turning away. As soon as Malcolm wasn't paying attention, Max's eyes went up, scanning the staff table for his father. He wasn't in his normal place, instead he was sitting next to the Headmistress in his new position as Head of House. Max smiled.
"It's time for the Sorting! Amareth, Lindsey!"
The sorting had begun! Max smiled excitedly as the first new student was sorted into her house. One by one the students stepped up to the rigid Headmistress, each springing happily to the House the hat chose for them. He watched his dad silently greet each new student as they crossed to the Ravenclaw table. Soon, that would be Max.
"Hey Max!" The young wizard was suddenly nudged in the ribs by a friend standing next to him. Eddie Jury, he was another neighbor of his from Godric's Hollow. "Where you goin' to be sorted? With your da', or your giiirlfrieeend?" Max nudged Eddie in the ribs and the young Irish boy laughed.
"Oi, she's not my girlfriend! You're just jealous because Eden thinks you're a git."
"Jury, Edward!"
Eddie laughed, waving goodbye to Max as he headed up through the crowd Max watched, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips for the first time that day. Being back at Hogwarts made everything better. And, being a Ravenclaw, he'd be back with his father again.
"Slytherin!" The Slytherin table applauded for their new housemate, and Max sent Eddie a happy smile. "Kameren-DeVille, Max!"
An eerie hush suddenly settled around the Great Hall. Max's kidnapping had been all over the prophet, many of the students were eager to see him. The Kameren family always drew a few stares, but this was further than ever. Max stepped nervously forward, his fear eased slightly by his dad's and Siara's smiles. The hat was lowered onto his head, and suddenly everything was dark; the hat sat below his ears, almost on his shoulders.
Ah! Another Kameren I see, been a while since I've seen one of you... Always a trouble to sort in these last few generations.
Ravenclaw? Max asked subconsciously.
Ravenclaw, really? You don't have to choose the house your father and uncle had, and you don't have to resign to the Kameren's usual Slytherin either. Carve a path for yourself.
What do you mean?
I see adventure, bravery, a great deal of empathy and compassion. You know what? I know just where to put you.
"...GRYFFINDOR!"
The Gryffindor table erupted in cheers for him. Max stumbled over, a bit dazed. He glanced over at his father. Would Curse be angry with him for failing to meet the characteristics of Ravenclaw house? He glanced over at his father to see him grinning and applauding with the rest of the students, just as happy as he would have been if Max had been Ravenclaw. Max grinned at his dad and headed towards his table with a spring in his step, taking a seat next to Eden.
"I'm Gryffindor!" Max exclaimed, smiling. It was almost as if he had to convince himself that it was true.
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Post by Emery Fletcher on Oct 13, 2011 19:27:29 GMT -5
Avoidance. That was the word for the hour. Maybe even the day, most likely the week too. If only Emery Fletcher had even a sliver of a backbone, he wouldn't be here. The Hogwart's Spectacle. What self respecting Ravenclaw found himself kidnapped by a girl and then chained to a bathtub for weeks? Really, if he was any kind of wizard he would have at least unlocked his bindings. No. Instead he had wallowed in self pity waiting to be rescued like a useless Victorian Lady. Merlin, he was becoming one of them. A stodgy, good for nothing lout who had house elves and lesser magical people do their bidding. He was turning into his grandfather. It sickened him. The lanky blonde settled into the middle of the Ravenclaw table, trying his best to become invisible. It was odd having people stare at him where no one had really seen him before this summer. It had always been Fletcher What? Emery Who? Now people were craning their necks to stare at him, see a glimpse of the supposedly smart sixteen year old who had gotten tortured. The lure of school was forever destroyed. Eyes followed him and he did not like being the center of attention. It left a bitter taste in his mouth. During the sorting, Emery kept his shoulders hunched and his head down, clapping lightly. He left out a sigh of relief when Max Kameren didn't become a Ravenclaw. Eden needed a friend in her own house. That and the fact that Kameren would be a terror for sure.
Through out the sorting, Emery kept glancing at a certain bubbly American. Nuri. She looked happy sitting with her mates. Emery wasn't very big into Qudditch. It clashed with his shiny new prefect badge.
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Post by Nuriko Elsywth on Oct 15, 2011 16:52:15 GMT -5
"GRYFFINDOR!"
“WOOO!” Nuri stood, her cheer rising above the crowd, for no other reason than she could. She grinned at Max and Eden before being yanked down to a more proper seated position. “Ey!” She protested, shoving her friend with a friendly elbow. The sorting went on, and Nuriko disappeared from her seat.
“For a perfect, you stare a lot.” A blonde student observed, taking an empty seat next to Emery. She looked up the table at the cluster of Ravenclaw quidditch players. “If you want to talk to a girl, then do. Staring is impolite,”
“Emery.” Nuriko said, throwing an arm around her friend’s shoulders, leaning on him quite as happily as if that was his sole purpose: to be leaned on. Blue spikes grew from blond curls as they shank and Riko turned back into herself.
“Sup dude?”
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