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Joined: 21-April 11
Minerva watched silently from the landing above as students filed into the entrance hall. She smiled slightly at the excited chatter and general air of possibilities that surrounded the crowd of students below. After the last returning student filed into the hallway, Minerva turned to her right and walked down the hallway. She made her way to a rickety stair that brought her to the room just left of the staff table. She entered the Great hall quickly and took in the scene that played before her eyes. The students were still talking to each other animatedly, catching up, and sharing summer events, now separated at four different House Tables. Her fellow staff members waved cheerfully to her as she made her way to her seat at the middle of the table.
She couldn't help but think of how things had changed from when she had first started teaching at Hogwarts. Things had been so dark and gloomy back then. The threat of Voldemort hanging above everyone's head, the constant mistrust and worry that you were next on his list, the death tolls, losing Albus... but these weren't things for Minerva to dwell on just then. This was a happy time and she should enjoy it before the stress of a new school year began to wear on her nerves.
Minerva caught the eyes of Rose Weasley and smiled as the young girl waved merrily at her. Though Minerva never played the favorites games, she was particularly fond of Rose and her parents. Hermione Granger Weasley had grown up to be a wonderful Auror alongside her partner, Harry Potter, and her husband, Ron Weasley, was a much better Head of Games and Sports than Ludo Bagman had ever been. Minerva was proud of her three former students and had created tight bonds of friendship with all of them and of course, Ginny Potter. When Rose was first born, Minerva frequently visted with Hermione and created a strong bond with the infant Rose. Having no children of her own, Rose was somewhat of a granddaughter to her, someone to dote on and spoil rotten. When she was a younger child Rose couldn't pronounce Minerva and had taken to calling her Minnie. Now all the potter/weasley children called her Minnie, and though she would kill them all if they called her that in public, she was quite fond of the nickname.
Minerva gave Rose a quick wave and averted her attention to the doors which had opened again to admit Neville Longbottom followed by the first years. Minerva was fond of Neville as well and he made her the proudest teacher in all of Hogwarts. He had grown up so much and was now her deputy headmaster. Neville was a constant reminder of why exactly she loved teaching. He led the first years up to the sorting hat sitting on the old stool and then glanced up nervously at her. She smiled encouragingly and he turned to face the first years, his face set in determination as he began to explain what the sorting hat was. Once Neville was finished his short explanation the sorting hat opened its ripped flat and sang:
Though, I am just the sorting hat, A patched up one that’s thin, I can tell where you belong Once you’re under my brim.
I need not know your first name To know you’re brave at heart. I need not know your favorite things To tell that you are smart.
Your first pet is irrelevant To knowing that you’re sly. It does not take a genius To know you’re very shy.
You might ask how I sort you And the answer is quite simple. All the things I need to know Are no bigger than a thimble.
So whether you be valiant Like Godric gryffindor or have mind for talent like Rowena Ravenclaw
If like Salazar Slytherin you're ambitious enough or you're kind and caring like Helga Hufflepuff
Put me on your little heads And put me to the test. I’ll tell you where you need to go And you can do the rest!
Minerva clapped after the sorting hat finished his song and sat patiently waiting for the sorting hat to finish so that she could make announcements before the feast. She applauded particularly hard when Lily Potter and Hugo Weasley were sorted and justified it by telling herself that no one really noticed it. Once the sorting ceremony was finished and students glared at her, impatient to start eating, Minerva stood at the podium and waited until applause for the last student subsided.
"I have just a few quick announcements to make before we begin our feast. Just a reminder that the Forbidden Forest is Forbidden and under no circumstances are students allowed in there without a Professor." She looked pointedly in James Potter's direction before continuing. "There has also been a new shop opened in Hogsmeade which can be visited by third years and up. Mr. Filch has asked me to remind you that products from Weasley Wizard Wheezes are strictly banned from the school and will be confiscated if seen. To those of you who are joining us this year, I congratulate you on being sorted into your houses and hope that you enjoy your time here with us at Hogwarts. For those of you returning, no nonsense this year." again she looked pointedly at James. That is all."
Leo sat in her usual seat at the Ravenclaw table, which just happened to be the closest seat to the staff table. She always liked to sit where no one would bother her and she got a great view of the sorting ceremony every first of September. As she sat, she tried to straighten her robes and flatten her messy hair. She hoped she didn't look too messy. Her adventure in the entrance hall put her very much in doubt that she looked at all presentable. Her cheeks pinked as she remembered walking into the entrance hall and being bowled over by a 7th year. Leo usually swerved in an out of the crowded halls with confidence, but the entrance hall had been too crowded to get back up. She didn't like the fact that someone had to come and save her from being trampled.
Ignoring her embarrassment for the moment, Leo turned her attention to the first years walking into the great hall. The poor creatures looked like they had to swim across the lake instead of sail across it. George O'Brien, the gamekeeper, looked as if the journey hadn't put a hair out of place as he made his way to his seat at the staff table. Leo watched as Professor Longbottom marched the first years towards the sorting hat's stool. The first years crowded into a small huddle, careful not to break apart from the crowd. Leo caught sight of Rose's brother, Hugo Weasley, as the group came to a halt at the stool. She tried to give Hugo an encouraging smile but the gesture went unseen by the green and fidgeting young boy.
Leo listened to the sorting hat's song and the sorting ceremony politely and clapped where appropriate but her mind wasn't there. She let her thoughts drift and flow down whatever strand they chose to follow. She caught sight of Rose waving to her and she smiled and waved a small hello. Though her and Rose were good friends they never sat together on the train. Rose, who was always almost late, sat with her abundant family in a sort of tradition they had started. Leo had opted to avoid any compartments that the Weasley and Potter clans had chosen to occupy. She liked Rose's Family, but they were too much trouble to handle all together. She didn't know how Rose did it.
It took a few moments for Leo to realize that Professor McGonagall's Speech was over and that the food had appeared on the gold platters in front of her. Her stomach roared and that was all the prompting Leo needed to dig into the nearest dish. She was ravenous and didn't care who knew it.
Member No.: 18
Joined: 20-March 12
(Warning- Mature Language) Dominique Weasley wasn't the sort of girl to have much patience with the Hogwarts staff. They always made these long boring speeches about the rules, academic achievement, and school pride, which just so happened to piss Dom off to no end. She especially couldn't stand McGonagall. The old hag always seemed to be around and Dom couldn't stand the stuck up, goody-two-shoes, headmistress. It wasn't just in school either. McGonagall always seemed to be visiting Dom's parents or aunts and uncles in the summer. It was like Dom couldn't escape the hag's ever watchful eyes. In short, Dom hated Minerva McGonagall and couldn’t stand the sight of her. So when McGonagall stood to give her stupid start of term speech, Dom rolled her eyes and began to chat with the girl from her dorm sitting beside her. It wasn't like she even liked the girl (Dom couldn't even remember the girl's name), but it was better than listening to the same stupid shit over and over again.
Dom ate as she sat and listened to the girl drone on and on about shit Dom couldn't have cared any less about. For lack of any other entertainment Dom pretended to be interested in whatever the girl was saying. As she ate, Dom caught site of the boy sitting directly across from her. He was a fairly ugly 3rd year, with a high forehead, bad acne, and an upturned nose that was snobby and piggish. He was also staring. Dom forced herself not to make a sour face. He may have been creepy but that didn't mean she couldn't have a little fun with him before she ripped him a new one.
Dom smiled, her prettiest, most charming smile that she could muster when faced with such revolting features. The boy blushed and looked away for a split moment. When the boy's attention returned to her again she batted her eyelashes and bit her lip. The boy's smile was smug and unattractive but Dom leaned over anyway. She turned her palm up and with her index finger invited him to lean closer too. Dom had a secret to tell him. Once he was close enough over the table Dom reach her hand over to his ear like she didn't want anyone to overhear what she had to say. Dom's nose wrinkled as his scent reached her. He smelled faintly of popcorn and cheap soap. She heard him inhale sharply. She smirked as she readied her voice to speak.
“If you ever,” she whispered softly, still smiling, “so much as look my way again, I will tear your eyes out and shove them so far down your throat that you can see out your asshole.” The boy shrank back from her looking fearfully at her cold green eyes and upturned red lips. He quickly dropped his gaze from Dom to his food and began shoveling the contents of his plate, eager to get away from her. Dom smirked; satisfied that she had scared the poor boy and happy that her bad deed for the day was complete. She knew she was mean but she didn’t care. Being mean made Dom happy and that was just the way it was.
Member No.: 11
Joined: 14-October 11
It was his third year in Hogwarts. Before, he was one of the kid lining up to get sorted. All of them looked happy, filled with euphorias. Some of them looked afraid but some of them looked just like him two years a go. Silent. Still. Like nothing was happened in their mind. Just stood there and waiting until their name called. Two years a go he was there and getting sorted to Ravenclaw. All in his head was only Isabella--his sister. Even now. Isabella still in the same condition. Never want to talk even a bit. But the first time he showed her his wand, she reacted.
But not in the way he thought will be. Isabella screamed. But then she settled down after Kai explained everything about Hogwarts and told Isabella that their parents didn't know anything about that. Isabella didn't say anything but she nodded and gave him a hug everytime he came back home and everytime he had to went back to Hogwarts.
Kai was looking at the ceremony. One by one kids were getting sorted. Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff and then Ravenclaw. How many of them were muggleborns like him? He wondered what was inside their minds to see all the magic in Hogwarts.
A golden plate suddenly appeared in front of him. A roasted chicken on it looked so delicious. He could hear his stomach making sound. Right, he was starving. The sound even harder than McGonagall's voice. He took one slice of the chicken and then start eating. This year, he said to his mind, I will learn harder.
This post has been edited by Kairell Ashwood on Apr 1 2012, 11:38 AM
Leo looked around as she ate. Across the table she spotted Kairell Ashwood, with his dark hair and pale skin, looking as sullen as ever. He was a third year Ravenclaw, like her, but he rarely ever talked and Leo wasn't sure if she ever heard three words spoken by him. He was a loner, and Leo could understand that, but to be alone all the time? How could he do it? Wasn't he lonely? Leo watched as he ate silently. He didn't look miserable, but he didn't look happy either. Either way, Leo determine that she would try to be his friend and keep him company.
"Hey Kairell. How was your summer?" Leo asked and he looked up from his food in surprise.
Member No.: 35
Joined: 26-May 12
As Morwin was sitting on a random chair somewhere along the Hufflepuff table, she observed the rest of the student body. Her eyes roamed from nervous first-years to those she knew already. She sighed, scratching her head with her wand - she did a lot, Hufflepuff noticed. She listened to her Professor explain what he had about the Sorting Hat. That he did for the sake of the Muggle-born students, she was sure. After all, those coming from families of wizards likely knew everything of it even before coming to Hogwarts.
When the Hat began to sing, for - unfortunately for Morwenna - eighth time in girl's life, Morwin listened to the song only half-heartedly. It was not that it bored her, it was only that she knew the boring part is yet about to come.
"(...)or you're kind and caring like Helga Hufflepuff(...)"
Morwin gave the best snort she could manage, tucking her wand inside her robes. Hufflepuffs were not always kind and caring. It was stereotypical, like saying Slytherins are always evil. But then she glanced at the 'Snakes' Nest' - which was a synonym for Slytherin table, really - and snorted once again. So maybe they were all evil.
The actual sorting started and Morwenna had no wish of listening to all the students being sorted. Why, when she would never even remember their names? It was a but pointless, she though and turned to the 3rd year girl sitting next to her. She made a small talk before sighing and deciding to just look around for somebody new to meet. While clapping for a new student of her house, she thought how Hufflepuff bored her when there were none of her generation around.
Member No.: 27
Joined: 6-April 12
I've just seen a face
Will surveyed the great hall as he barely listened to the ongoing sorting. He saw Dom Weasley torturing some poor kid at her table looking terrified. He shook his head, the girl was pure evil but Merlin was she gorgeous. He tore his eyes from Dom and continued scanning the great hall. His eyes finally landed on a pretty blonde girl sitting at the Hufflepuff table. She was talking to a younger student in her house but Will knew her to be older than he was. Last year he could have sworn she was a seventh year, but he shrugged his shoulders guessing that he had been wrong last year. He continued to watch her from a distance; he couldn’t pull his eyes away. She looked so lonely and bored. Will felt the same way. His best friend, Beck, was off somewhere with some girl, probably a broom closet, and he didn’t feel like talking to anyone else. He had sat through the sorting so many times it had lost its luster and since he was older he knew he would never even look at half the half years that were being sorted.
When the food appeared on the table Will piled his plate but ignored his food. He was in a weird mood apparently and he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t want to talk, reason enough that he needed medical assistance, and he wasn’t hungry when he was usually always hungry. He couldn’t figure it out. Will took one look up and down his table and then made the crazy decision to pick up his plate and stand. He looked around the hall again and spotted the Hufflepuff girl at her house table. Confidently, he made his way between the tables towards her. He knew people were staring but he didn’t care. He wanted to meet someone new and shake the feeling that something was wrong with him. The younger student she had been talking to a few moments ago saw that he was head towards them and made room for him. Will took a seat and put his plate down on the table. He turned to the surprised girl and smiled.
“Hey I’m Will, Will Ackerley.”
TAG: Morwenna MOOD: Daring Song: I've just Seen A Face by The Beatles
Member No.: 35
Joined: 26-May 12
Morwenna decided once again she was completely bored by this whole ceremony simply because first-year olds just weren't so interesting any more. Maybe somewhere along the year, she'll think differently but right now, kids didn't hold her attention. She looked at the food and took only a piece of cake, ready to shove it down her throat and follow it with another. Hufflepuff certainly felt like eating sweets.
It was when she was already halfway done with her slice, when one of the Gryffindors stood up, but Morwenna paid him no mind. Was it unusual for students to roam around at any time? No, she didn't suppose so. It was only when he advanced her house's table when she got confused. As Morwin swallowed another bite, she only got more confused. However she collected quite quickly and smiled back, suddenly glad for she hasn't decided to take another bite. It would've made situation tad awkward, she believed.
"Morwenna o'Grady." - she responded with a smile, extending her arm towards Will - "But Morwin will do."
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Joined: 6-April 12
i don't care what you think
“Nice to meet you Morwin,” he said, rolling the name off his tongue. He saw her smile though he knew she was probably creeped-out by his sudden decision to change his seating arrangement. He didn’t care much. He was used to making people uncomfortable with his personality, too friendly and abrupt for most people. Still he smiled wide and ignored any tension that was between them.
“So I’ve seen you around a lot. You a seventh year?” He asked to make conversation. He could feel the stares of the other Hufflepuffs at the table all wondering what he was doing but the time of separate house tables was coming at an end. It wasn’t as apparent at the Start of Term Feast, but most students mingled at the different house tables since the fall of Lord Voldemort. Still the tradition of sitting at house tables was a die-hard tradition. Many older students still found it odd to sit at a different table, while the younger students liked the idea but lacked the confidence to do it. Will was neither, so tradition be damned. He didn’t feel like catching up with friends in Gryffindor. He felt like meeting someone new.
TAG: Morwenna MOOD: Daring Song: I Don't Care by Fallout Boy
Member No.: 35
Joined: 26-May 12
testing away :I
"Likewise." - she responded shorty and shrugged, getting used to the idea of sitting next to somebody from other house. Well.. at least they weren't Ravenclaw. Or Slytherin. Gryffindor was good, she thought gloomly. Morwin reached out for her abandoned cake and used to her fork to point at the rest of the sweet.
"Cake? Cookies? Anything?" - she was more being polite then actually offering - after all, it was none of her business if he wanted to eat or not. To his question, she laughed slightly and nodded.
"Ah, yes, unfortunately. I have to be rude and say that I know absolutely nothing about you." - she added rather awkwardly.
And even though she sounded a bit uncomfortable, Morwenna was actually glad she already met somebody new. It occurred to her that she hasn't glared at other kids for a while, so for a good measure, she bad-mouther the kid next to her for gawking.
"You Gryffindors were always tad peculiar... Sitting with other houses' tables and all." - Morwin commented with a grin. - "Not as in bad peculiar, I mean.."