The Great Hall

Subject: The Great Hall Mon Feb 28, 2011 12:27 am

Welcome to the Great Hall. Your time at Hogwarts starts and ends in this room every year.

The Great Hall is a vast room, designed to hold all of the teachers, as well as hundreds of students. The walls as stone, as is the floor, and there are high windows that allow owls to deliver the post every morning. Keep an eye out for renegade owls, and dropped packages.

Three meals are served a day, the first before classes every morning, lunch in the afternoon, and dinner after classes. If you miss one, you are out of luck.

So come on in, sit at your House's respective table, and try not to cause too much trouble. The teachers are watching.

Hello Students, new and old.

New Students, welcome to Hogwarts! How pleasant it will be to get to know you all.

To those of you who are returning, I'm glad to see you all, and hope you'll follow all the rules, as well as keep an eye on the new students, we wouldn't want any repeats of last year with poor Mr. Jenkins in the lake, now would we?

Before we start the sorting Ceremony, I would like to Introduce you all to Professor Shacklebolt, who will taking over as Defense Against The Dark Arts this year, seeing as Professor Ketteridge had quite a bit of trouble with the Piskies last year.

Now, let the sorting ceremony begin~

The Sorting Hat's Song

Long ago, in the time before
When sanctuary was rare
There were renown wizards four
Who had great knowledge to share

They combined their efforts and hatched a plan
All with strengths to bring
They built the school where now you stand
And took their students under wing

Each favored qualities in the young
That they themselves possessed
And so they searched among the throngs
For those that matched them best

But the day would come when they would be gone
And the sorting would be unclear
They wanted their influences to live on
And that is why I am here

Just put me on and take a seat
I’ll look inside your head
I will see what qualities you meet
And your chosen house will be said

More than just a place to stay
To see you in happiness and strife
Your house indeed has a lot to say
About the paths you choose in life

A Gryffindor will tackle any endeavor
A Hufflepuff will work the hardest
A Ravenclaw will be proud and clever
And a Slytherin will seek to go the farthest

So go on, let us begin
And let me take a peek
I’ll tell you where you’ll best fit in
And gain the acceptance you seek.

Posts : 9 Join date : 2010-11-17

Eva looked on wide eyed at the impressive expanse of the Great Hall. The hundreds of candles that hung in midair and the ceiling that didn’t even look like a ceiling but instead like the starry night sky gave the room a beautiful and intimidating vibe. She was huddled with the other first year students who, like her, looked nervous and unsure. Going by what she had heard on the train, she was not the only new student who wasn’t native to this area. Quite a few of the others weren’t from around here.

Well… at least she was in a place that spoke a language she already knew. She’d traveled around enough lately that just being around fellow English speakers was a comfort. Even if their accents were a little funny. She supposed she could have gone to Beauxbatons, but she really wasn’t that confident in her French.

The girl was no stranger to magic, though she had never seen anything quite as impressive as Hogwarts. Her father had owned an apothecary back in New Orleans, the city where she had lived for most of her life. There had been plenty of magic there if you knew where to look. But it was downright subtle compared to this place.

She stood in line as she was instructed, gazing around and trying to take everything in. She looked on at the four long tables already filled with students and the one at front seated with what she assumed were the teachers. Eva didn’t really know what to expect from this as a new student. She’d heard whispering on the train about some sort of test, but no details. She hoped she wasn’t expected to do magic yet. She’d only had her wand for a few days and had really had no chance to try anything out with it, although her father insisted that it was a very powerful wand indeed, one that had belonged to his mother years before.

There were a lot of people here, she noticed. She hadn’t known many other witches or wizards her age and was looking forward to making some new friends. That was the whole point of coming to this school, right? Making friends that she knew wouldn’t have connections to He Who Must Not Be Named, since the headmaster of this school was so openly opposed to him.

This Headmaster made himself known at the front of the room. He was a rather strange but kind looking old man, and she watched as he was giving them words of welcome. Eva had been so focused on him that she didn’t even notice when the battered old hat was brought out until she saw that most of the room was staring at it as if waiting for something. And that was indeed the case, as it soon broke into song.

She blinked, still staring at the hat when it fell silent. Houses? Sorting? What was that about? She knew one thing for sure, she didn’t really like the idea of something looking inside of her head. Complete invasion of privacy!

They were starting to call the names of her fellow first years, and now all faces in the room were turned towards them. Part of her wanted to shrink back in the crowd, to make herself seem smaller so that there were less eyes in her direction. But she resisted that urge and stood straight, though she still wore a frown that expressed her discomfort with the situation. She turned her gaze away from the suspicious hat and looked at her fellows, wondering if they felt the same apprehension she did.

Subject: Re: The Great Hall Fri Apr 15, 2011 10:08 pm

The school was beautiful, to say the least, and Peter was in total awe of it. He had seen pictures of the place before – usually with dragons blowing fire around it and other such things – but a picture could never truly capture the wonder of Hogwarts. Peter already knew that he loved this place. He'd already made friends, and he was going to the same school as his siblings! It was going to be great! Everyone was going to see him as Peter, not just Kirkland, and he would rise above his peers with hard work, dedication, and pedigree. It was all in his future, and Hogwarts was going to make it happen. Peter was sure of it!

Somewhere along the way, Peter had lost track of Zoe, and before he'd really gotten a look at the castle he'd tried to find her. But now that he could see all of the shimmering lights of the castle, and how the glistened against the lakes face like priceless topaz jewels, Peter couldn't turn away from it. He allowed himself to be headed onto the boats, and when he got a seat at the end of one, he grabbed onto one of the oars, only to have it whack his hand away. Peter retracted his hand instantly, and looked at the oar in shock as it started to move all on its own. At that, he pouted. He'd wanted to paddle the little boat all on his own, no magic involved. Peter humphed softly to himself before he turned back to look at the castle once more and forgot his misgivings about the boat entirely.

It was all so much to take in, and Peter felt that his mind was going a million miles an hour, trying to take in all of the intricate details of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was truly a magnificent place.

Before he knew it they were being shuffled out of the boats, and were entering the castle gates. They traveled up some stairs before they were stopped by a kind looking lady. She spoke to them for a few moments, but Peter couldn't hear her. He looked to a girl next to him that looked rather worried about the situation, and that got him thinking that perhaps there was something to be concerned about. To his knowledge, next came the sorting ceremony. Could there be any other reason to be unsettled? Peter didn't know, but it was entirely possible that the whole school set out to humiliate first years at the first chance they got. Now that was a scary thought. If he screwed up now, how was he going to make a name for himself? It would be a lot harder...

Peter followed all of the other first years into the main hall, and stopped with them. Dumbledore, or who Peter thought Dumbledore should be – because his chocolate frog cards had said it was so – wandered up to the podium to say a few words. Peter watched him in awe, and listed as best he could to the speech, but there wasn't a whole lot he could make out. There seemed to be a collective murmur about the first years, but no one was talking. Perhaps it was all the anticipation transforming itself into raw sound. Peter shook his head. Sometimes he thought of the weirdest things.

When Dumbledore was finished, Peter was sure that there would be no 'humiliating the first years' going on at this ceremony. Dumbledore, being a good wizard and all, wouldn't allow it. Peter was sure of that. As he looked around Peter saw the sorting hat on its perch, and as all of the first years seamed to lean in to look at the item, it jumped to life. All at once the collective of first years jumped back again, and Peter found himself to be one of the group as he watched the hat do his little jig and go silent again. The murmurs around the first years started up again, and all of them seemed to shrink back.

The kind old lady had pulled out a scroll, and was unfirling it, and the first words that left her mouth were “Peter Kirkland”

Peter felt his lungs stop working, and he looked around the room as if to say 'Kirkland isn't the first or last letter of the alphabet!' He gulped loudly, and hesitantly wandered over to the podium. Peter prided himself on being proud and strong and excitable, and that hit him just as he reached the first step on the stairs. He took a sudden breath and confidently bounded up the stairs and placed himself on the stool. Before the hat went on top of his head, Peter looked out. He could hear all of the 'he's a Kirkland' 'Slytherin' 'pure-blood trash' murmurs that went around the room, but he refused to back down from them. He was Peter Kirkland, and he had no reason to be ashamed of that, no matter how tiny and small he was sitting up on that stage waiting for that nice looking lady to put that hat on his head.

Finally she did, and the hat hummed to itself and mumbled. Peter couldn't really make out what it was saying, something about courage and pure-blood, but it seemed like an awfully long time for it to contemplate its options when everyone else was so decided on the matter already. Finally it shouted out Slytherin, and as the kind looking lady pulled it off of his head, Peter smiled brightly towards Arthur and Una at the Slytherin table. Peter bounded down the stairs towards the Slytherin table with unrivaled confidence.

Only there was something wet and slippery waiting for him when he got closer. One second he was a walking representation of confidence, the next he was in the air crashing down to the stone floor. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in horror right before he fell right on his bottom infront of the whole school. Maybe it wasn't fair to say that the whole school laughed at him, but it sure as hell felt like it. It must have only been for a few seconds, but it felt more like days that they were laughing at him. Peter sniffled softly to himself, bounded off of the floor, and sped to his table. Once he was there he really wanted to just bury his head in his arms and cry, but he was a Kirkland, had he was made of stronger stuff than that! So he sat with his chin held high, looking straight ahead and nothing.

What a lousy first day.

Subject: Re: The Great Hall Mon Apr 18, 2011 6:33 pm

Hogwarts was huge!

This was the main thought running through Angelique's mind, as the first years were led into the Great Hall. There were winding halls, and moving staircases, and paintings that were interactive, and she spotted a ghost as they were lead up to the doors of the Great Hall. She just knew she was going to get horribly, terribly lost. There was just no chance that she wouldn't.

Standing in line with all the other First Years, Angelique tried to resist the urge to stand on her tip-toes and look over the heads of the others to see up to the front. She settled for reaching next to her, and clutching Raivis' hand in hers. Holding his hand helped her calm down, and she gave him a bright smile when she noticed how nervous he looked too.

She'd been surprised when she'd found him the compartment the Prefect had pushed her into. Huddled in the corner, looking like a frightened mouse. It had helped her calm down, and push her tears away. Her anxiety from leaving her Grandfather was forgotten on the train ride, because she spent the whole time talking to Raivis.

With her fears pushed aside so she could comfort someone else, Angelique was able to view the Castle of Hogwarts with awe, and amazement. She pressed close to Raivis' side as the first person was called up to the sorting hat.

Her grip on Raivis' hand tightened a little bit. Waiting impatiently for the Hat to do what it was meant too, and she almost jumped when it finally called out 'Slytherin!'.

As the new Slytherin slid out of his seat, and made his way to the Slytherin table. When he slipped, everyone laughed, even Angelique couldn't help but to giggle a bit. He was such a proud boy, from what she'd seen of him, and even though she was desperately interested in getting to know his older brother, she couldn't help the string of giggles that forced their way passed her lips.

As Peter picked himself up, and continued on his way, and the tall woman, Professor McGonagall, made her way back to the front of the room. Angelique watched as a group of students got up from the Gryffindor Table.

They'd been throwing food around. She'd been lucky to avoid getting hit with anything. But then, she'd always been lucky at things like that. The boys that used to follow her home, the brave ones, sometimes threw rocks at her, or whatever else they could get their hands on, but they never hit her. Not even the boys known for their great aim.

“Angelique de Quincy.”

Angelique's head jerked around to look at Professor McGonagall again. It was her turn? How? What kind of order was that. She squeezed Raivis hand hard, and chewed on her lip, before letting go of him, and moving. She brushed shoulders with the brunette in front of her, and gave a quick, «Excusez-moi,» before hurrying along.

She stumbled on her way up to the stool, and hesitantly took a seat. The hat was placed on her head, falling down to rest against her nose. She clutched at the seat with one hand, and the other was hidden in her pocket, brushing against the letter of acceptance she'd gotten for Hogwarts.

“Hmm... You're a hard one.” The hat mumbled in her mind. She stiffened, and tried not to panic. “You're very brave,” It told her, and she disagreed, but kept her mouth shut. [i]“But loyal, too.”

“Gryffindor, maybe?” It asked, as though her opinion mattered. “Or Hufflepuff? Even Slytherin...” It thought, though she knew that she couldn't be in Slytherin, she wasn't even a half-blood. The hat hummed in acknowledgement.

'S'il vous plaît, ne me mettez pas à Gryffindor.' She thought urgently. The image of the students that had been scolded for starting a fight came to mind, and she couldn't bare the idea of being sent to that table, not now.

“No?” The hat said, and then, before she could respond, it shouted out, loud and clear, for everyone in the room to hear, “HUFFLEPUFF.”

A feeling of relief swelled, as the hat was taken off of her head. She slid off the stool, and turned to walk over to the table with black and yellow banners, being very careful where she stepped. She locked eyes with Raivis once from the crowd, and gave him an encouraging smile, before taking a seat at the Hufflepuff table.

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Eva watched intently as the first boy, Peter, had his name called and stepped up to the hat. She had to wonder if perhaps he had known what was coming. He seemed to be confident then the rest of her fellows looked as he stepped up to the stool, though Eva was sure she had seen flecks of nervousness from him as they had all been bunched together. It was hard to forget the sight of those brows furrowed in anxiety.

She was more relieved than she would admit that her own name had not been called first. It gave her a chance to see what this test would be like before having to go through it herself. That alone was enough to ease some of the tension she was feeling and her stomach began to unknot. She watched as the venerable looking witch placed the hat on the boy’s head and after a moment the seam on the brim of the hat opened and it shouted out “Slytherin.” The table decorated with green and silver clapped and cheered and Peter bounded over towards it. And then the poor guy slipped on something and fell right onto his bottom. Eva’s hand went to her mouth as she gasped at the initial shock of it. Under other circumstances, she would have laughed; the boy wasn’t hurt and it was a rather spectacular fall. But the thought that the boy’s first impression to the school had been so humiliating – and that it very easily could have been her – kept the giggles at bay. She made a mental note to be especially careful of her own footing when she went for her own sorting.

As the witch calling out names was about to announce another, apparent horror appeared on her face. Following her line of sight, Eva turned and saw that what could only be a food fight had erupted at the table colored with red and gold. Potatoes and spinach and jello went flying. Eva was torn between amusement and shame for feeling that amusement. She knew she should be feeling affronted at the interruption of the sorting ceremony, but thanks to that display, the whole thing felt much less serious than it had before and Eva was now almost completely relaxed. And really, the look on the Asian boy’s face when he got hit with the spinach was downright hilarious and Eva had to cover her mouth to keep from laughing aloud.

The witch in charge of the sorting left them for a moment to scold the guilty parties and send them away. When she returned, it was back to business and another name was called. Eva turned to see who it was and caught sight of a girl brushing passed her and…wait, had she just spoken French? Could there be someone else with French background here? Eva thought they would have all gone to Beauxbatons. But this would mean she had something in common with another first year student here. Something to use as an icebreaker when trying to make friends. She took special note of the girl, who, like herself, had dark hair in pigtails. Perhaps they would have some classes together.

The girl, Angelique if Eva had heard right, was sorted into Hufflepuff and Eva had a feeling that she would be next before her name was even called. “Evangeline Lirette,” said the witch, and Eva squared her shoulders and walked up to the stool. She set her eyes on the ground where there were less distractions as the hat was settled on her head.

"And what have we here," came a voice in her mind that made her jump. This was the part she had been uncomfortable with. The whole, looking-in-your-head thing. If the hat took note of her feelings, it didn’t acknowledge them. Eva figured it probably wasn’t the first time someone hadn’t been thrilled about the idea. "There are a few places you would fit in… Not a bad brain in your head. Quite independent and confident. A desire to make yourself known. Seems the best place would be.. GRYFFINDOR!”

There were cheers and clapping from the red and gold table, loud even though several members had been sent away. She wasn’t disappointed with this turn of events. She was the first of the new students to be sorted into this house and it was clear that at least some of them knew how to have some fun. Gryffindor worked for her. The hat was removed and she jumped off the stool, walking down the steps to the designated table, and paying extra special attention to her steps as she moved to take a seat.

Subject: Re: The Great Hall Sun May 01, 2011 10:59 am

Raivis wanted to disappear. He had never felt as small as he did at the moment in that huge school and enormous banquet hall. He crouched down between his fellow first years, feeling the weight of a thousand stares as the older students looked at him. He felt that trying to hide was just making him stand out more, though, so instead, he forced himself to stand up straight and just look ahead- body trembling subconsciously.

Everything about this place was so strange and new to him. Raivis’ father was a wizard, but the man had never been a huge influence in Raivis’ life, so the boy had little idea of what the wizarding world was about. His own magic scared him, and the only spells he was interested in learning were those that could protect him from everyone else’s.

“You’re going to this school,” his father had told him. “You’re going to learn how to be a real wizard and stop acting like such a coward all the time. It’s embarrassing.”

Three sentences had been a lot to hear out of him, and his words were stuck in Raivis’ head even now. Stop acting like such a coward, the voice ordered him. Raivis gulped and closed his eyes, willing himself to stand still. Stay calm, stay calm. It’s just the opening ceremony…It’ll be over soon.

And then he felt a warmth in his hand that halted his quivering. Peeking beside him, he saw his friend, Angelique, smiling back at him while giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. Raivis calmed down a bit and returned the smile. Slowly, his shaking stopped completely after a few more short spurts. Thank goodness she was here. Raivis felt lucky to have made a new friend so fast. He had been far too nervous to talk to anyone on the train and had isolated himself in his own compartment until Angelique had joined him. He had been afraid of talking to her at first, but the girl had been friendly enough to introduce herself and start up a conversation. It turned out she was muggleborn, which had fascinated Raivis. Before, he had though that, like himself, you needed at least one parent who was a witch or wizard to have any magical power. Being closer to his mother’s muggle side of the family, he had felt much more comfortable with Angelique immediately after that, and he had pretty much been attached by the hip to her since they had left the train. Now she was his only comfort as he waited anxiously in line to see what was going on. He had heard something about a “sorting” but he wasn’t exactly sure how it worked. He saw that there were four different tables decorated in distinctive colors. This ceremony must be to figure out which one he’d belong with. Raivis squeezed Angelique’s hand tighter. He didn’t want to be separated from her soon after they had met! Then he’d just be surrounded by strangers all bigger and more powerful than him. The small blonde wished so badly that his cat, Putra, was here. The calico had had to stay behind with his trunk while he had been sent here with the rest of the first years, but Raivis knew he’d get a warm greeting once they were reunited. She always made him feel so much better.

The boy finally had the nerve to peer ahead to try to figure out what awaited him at the front of the line. He could see a stool and a hat, neither of which gave him much of a clue about what to expect. He glanced at his friend questioningly, his eyes asking her if she had any idea about what would happen to them next. She looked just as curious as he did, however, and they both watched as the headmaster began his address. Raivis could feel his heart beating faster; it felt like it’d burst right out of his chest when the names were finally called and the singing hat claimed the head of its first victim. Raivis watched the spectacle wide-eyed. The boy who went up first was one the blonde recognized from the train. Peter…They had spoken briefly, but he still didn’t know him that well. He looked rather confident, but Raivis could sense that he was likely as nervous as the rest. Being a rather sensitive boy, the blonde had a feeling for these kinds of things. The hat seemed to be talking, but Raivis was too far to hear what it said until it shouted, “SLYTHERIN!”

The boy hopped off his stool and made his way towards the appropriate table. No sooner had he taken a step that Raivis started to feel a sinking feeling in his stomach and something tugging at the back of his mind. No…stop…He winced as the boy he’d been watching suddenly slipped on something and fell down on his backside. Raivis’ face paled a little, but he wasn’t sure if it was because something so embarrassing had happened to the boy he had been watching or because part of him had known that something would. Raivis had never admitted to having any kind of foresight before and part of him still believed it was all just part of his overactive and paranoid imagination. Still, he felt horrible for that boy. If that had been him, he would have cried for sure.

Raivis threw him one last sympathetic glace and waited to hear the next name. Upon hearing Angelique called, Raivis’ face fell. He had hoped they still had a little longer…He held onto her hand a moment more and finally let go after she squeezed it one last time. Raivis watched nervously as she made her way up to the front. Which house would she go to? Hopefully not the one whose table had started a ruckus just now. Raivis had been too nervous and distracted to see most of what had actually happened, but he saw the troublemakers get sent away and the aftermath of the food fight they had started. Raivis made a face at the mess and turned his attention back to his friend. She looked rather uncomfortable, and Raivis felt like he could share what she was experiencing as they waited to hear the hat’s decision. “HUFFLEPUFF!”

Well, that’s a funny name, Raivis thought as he watched his friend go to her new house’s table. He was feeling lonelier already, but at the same time, strangely calm. The warmth in his hand hadn’t faded yet, even though he thought it should have by now. He shifted on his feet, getting tired of standing still. How many more students until his turn came? He watched another girl in front of him go up and get sorted into the food fighting house. Then, the woman near the hat called out the next name.

“Raivis Galante!”

The boy’s breath hitched, and he planted his feet to the ground. Other students looked around curiously, wondering where he was, and the woman called his name again. Oh, why couldn’t he move? They would recognize him eventually. Someone had to know what he looked like...right?

“Is Raivis Galante present?”

Raivis shot a glance at Angelique who was urging him to go up with her eyes, and the blonde finally nodded and swallowed, taking a shaky step forward. He could tell the other students were amused by his hesitation, and he could feel his face burn red as he sat in the stool in front of all those people. His heart thumped with renewed anxiety as the hat was placed on his head. Everything was okay so far…

Then, suddenly, the hat burst to life and Raivis yelped in surprise. Get it off! Get it off! Get it off! He resisted the urge to yank it from his head and toss it on the ground. He could hardly move anyway, and he had already embarrassed himself enough. He couldn’t help but twitch uncomfortably though, as the hat searched through his mind. When it started talking to him, Raivis openly whimpered.

“Let’s see,” it began, “a rather cautious one, aren’t you? A lot of honesty and loyalty…You have a rare bloodline, as well.”

Rare bloodline? I’m just a mutt, Raivis thought miserably. There’s nothing special about me…Please, I just want to be with my friend.

“Yes, the support of others is important to you. So I’d say the best place for you would be…HUFFLEPUFF!"

The hat’s shout almost made Raivis wet himself. He jumped and sat in shock for a moment as he tried to process this. Hufflepuff…The funny name…Angelique! They were in the same house! Raivis could almost cry from how happy he was. He wasn’t going to be alone!

He whispered a few words of thanks to the hat and scurried off in the direction of the Hufflepuff table, forgetting the possible danger of the slippery floor as he skidded over and took a seat beside his friend. He smiled warmly at her even as their new housemates acknowledged him with amusement. Raivis sunk down shyly into his seat and greeted them. Maybe this place wasn’t going to be so bad after all…

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Carissa paced the great hall, taking her sweet time before getting in line. She took note that a painting of this place is most needed. She nodded to herself and was at the very back of the line. The sorting hat was amusing and she grew excited at the thought of that thing being placed on her head. She decided to watch it move and speak, trying to settle the anxiety building up. There was a nagging feeling eating her up that she kept ignoring up until now. That's why she kept herself busy, the feeling was rather foreign. Was it fear? Yes. Maybe that was it, considering this is her first time to go to school and she had never had much contact with other kids. Now she was standing in a whole line of them. She drew in a shaky breath. Was it always this cold in here? She looked for Peter but he was way ahead in line.

Okay, back to the weird hat. She thought while clenching and unclenching her cold hands. The kind old lady started calling names. They seemed to be calling names at random, something that did not help her nervousness.

And Peter's name was called. The Australian girl watched in interest. She couldn't say the others felt the same. They were talking about him. Words like, 'another Kirkland' and 'pureblood' and some comments were just plain mean. Her palms grew sweaty. What would they say about her? She shook her head and focused at the happenings. Peter didn't seem to mind them at all. She knew where he'd be sorted to but she was excited for him nonetheless. He kept talking about it way before he received his acceptance letter. She smiled at the thought and almost cheered at the hat's declaration of his house. She got weird stares for that, but she just rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

Peter proudly made his way towards the table. She looked at an owl that perched on he window and when she looked back at him, he was on the ground. He apparently slipped on an ice cube. She bit her lip in worry and was relieved to see him stand immediately back up despite the roar of laughter from the other tables. She managed a glare at the other 1st years ahead of her who were snickering at 'the poor kirkland boy' while she played with the handle of her wand as if in warning. The pureblood almost smiled in pride when she managed to shut them up.

Oh Pete, how could you miss that? She thought to herself, her gaze not leaving her cousin. Well, she's one to talk. Carissa would probably be too relieved after all that was over and slipped on it herself if Peter did not go first. It was an ill thought but she silently thanked him for that.

The ceremony was interrupted by the rival table. They were having a food fight. Carissa unconsciously edged further towards the wall as things got messy. She held back a giggle
at the childish display and reminded herself that that kind of behavior can only be managed by those of inferior blood. But sadly she was mistaken, one of the Slytherins managed to make a fool of himself as well. She couldn't help but giggle. Who wouldn't he was 4 years older than them and he had a voice of someone 4 years younger than them? Poor guy, having a pretty crappy first day. She glances at Peter once more. He was keeping it stoic, just like a Kirkland would. At least Arthur was there, not much comfort though. It was a good thing Una was on the case. She sighed. She could stop worrying about Peter now. After all, the Australian had her own troubles to face.

The muggle born was up next. She made a face as she realized something. That hat she was starting to be fond of was put on every single student here. Purebloods and mudbloods alike. Such mean thoughts for such a small girl. Her parents must be proud. If they actually knew how they raised her. She put the thoughts aside as the hat stated the mudbloo- Angelique's house. Hufflepuff. How...nice.

An eager American stepped up and passed as a Gryffindor . She gleefully made her way to the said table. She glanced at those who bore the color red, a mixed brood of purebloods, halfbloods and muggleborns. She wrinkled her nose at the thought and turned her attention elsewhere.

The Latvian halfblood was next. And what a coincidence, the same house. The Asian girl was called. She noticed how she kept looking at the Slytherin table funny. Carissa could've sworn she saw her shiver at the sight of her cousins. Probably a muggleborn, she concluded. She was sorted into Ravenclaw but she barely acknowledged the fact and hurriedly left the great hall. Odder and odder.
Her thoughts drifted to her parents and the fact that they were death eaters. Come to think of it, most of he elders are. Could it be that-

"Zoe Kirkland." the professor interrupted. She whirled around and found herself just staring at them."Yes you. Now no lolligagging dearest, we haven't got all day." murmurs like, "another Kirkland?" were buzzing through the air.

"I-it's Carissa Kirkland...Ma'am" she corrected as she hurried on towards the hat and sat down. "Right then, Zoe." said the hat. She bit her lip. The last thing she needs right now is to be known by that name. "Carissa," she murmured, pouting just a bit. The kind lady looked at her sympathetically. She was about to put the hat on her when Carissa found herself ducking low as if on instinct, thoughts of the hat touching mudbloods crossing her mind at the last minute.

"Oh? What's this? Got a problem with the talking hat Little Missy? Well you have no choice." The hat struggled and forced itself on her head. She kept saying loud in her brain that her name was Carissa.

"all right, all right I get it!" the hat shouted, "now let me through. Quite the persistent one, aren't you? Hmm." the hat kept analyzing her. She then took this opportunity to flood her head with thoughts of how much she wants to be a Slytherin and how she would not take no for an answer. She even let slip a few threats directed at the hat just so it would think she was cunning enough. "all right, you've proven your point. SLYTHERIN" the hat declared and she rewarded herself a little smile in her relief.

She stepped down and made her way to her new table, looking out for anymore ice cubes. Carissa made it to the table unscathed. She sat down next to Peter and looked at him from the corner of her eye. She patted his shoulder reassuringly. "We should start plotting a revenge scheme once we get to the common room. Show those Gryffindors who's boss." she whispered to him.

Subject: Re: The Great Hall Sat Oct 22, 2011 11:37 pm

Tim looked around with a blank look n his face. He had heard about Hogwards and seen picture. though he was not showing emotion he was overwhelmed by everything around him. It was pretty cool.

He walked with other first years to the boats and sat down in one of them not really caring who got in with him. He stared down at the lake being someone who loved water. He sighed softly when they were across the lake and got out of the boat following behind the large stream of people.

He blinked as they entered the castle now more impressed as he was outside. He quickly went back to his blank look not wanting to look as the other dopey kids. They were let into the great hall soon after and once again he was pretty amazed.

He listened to the speech but he was bored by it and didn't pay that much attention to it. He watched other kids go on and get sorted with little interest. He did pay attention to the kids who got in Slytherin. He almost knew he would end up there.

"Tim De Boer" the professor called and he walked forward to sit down on the chair and get the hat placed on top of his spiky hair."Hm let's see who we have here?" the hat asked him is an curious voice. 'Just a student' he thought back simply."You seem like a type that takes what they need without question." Tim nodded not bothering to answer this time.

"I know enough. Slyterin!!" the hat called and Tim grinned slightly. He was going to the right table. He sat down at the end of the long table not really talking with the other new first years but he looked at them noting what they acted like.

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