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Post by Clow Reed on Aug 21, 2011 21:22:46 GMT -4
It was that time of year again once more.
The time when the many halls of this ancient castle would once again be a buzz with the eager youth of tomorrow, and the determination and effort of many for a brighter tomorrow.
The Headmaster sat comfortably in the line of teachers and looked on at the returning students from his perch with a warm smile, happy to see them chattering away in excitement for the new term and gossiping amongst themselves. He chuckled when he realized that even he couldn't deny that slight feeling of eager anticipation.
'Ah, it's almost time,'
The sound of several footsteps could be heard gathering outside the large ornate doors on the opposite side of the room.
The first years would shortly be admitted into The Great Hall, and the sorting would soon begin.
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Aug 21, 2011 21:34:26 GMT -4
Alfred fidgeted, smushed among a bunch of other kids his age. Among other firsties. He was nervous, hot, and he now knew what it felt like to be a sardine.
'Hurry the heck UP' he screamed in his mind. Oh how patience was not one of his virtues...he just wanted to get something to eat and go to bed. He pushes his wobbly glasses into place.
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Izaya Orihara
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Potions Master
"Just because I love humanity doesn't mean I love you personally."
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Post by Izaya Orihara on Aug 21, 2011 21:36:09 GMT -4
Izaya Orihara had taken up his usual place at the table, in the seat reserved him. He wore an odd sort of smile on his face, one that betrayed happiness but alos might make someone wary of him. The Potions Master loved the beginning of the year! It was so exciting, and it brought many new students for him to learn about and carry on with in class. Tonight would only be the start of his observation of the students, but he was raptly paying attention to the two large wooden doors. The minute he heard footsteps he knew that there could no other sign of the first years coming.
However, crimson eyes flitted out over the crowded school tables occasionally, seeking out his favorite test subjects as well as the students he had already begun to come to know. The summer had been unusually fruitless and boring, and he was more than a little excited at the new opportunities the school year brought. Observing students learning magic was so much more fun than being on study sabatical or whatever.
He eased himself back into his seat, waiting quietly and in excitement for the new students.
Oh yes, it was almost time. And he was more than thrilled.
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Post by Clow Reed on Aug 21, 2011 21:46:22 GMT -4
Clow Reed raised one hand. A staff member brought a faded hat and a three-legged stool forward, placing them at the front of the hall, in a place of prominence.
He kept the hand in the air as the hall began to fall silent, waiting for the last of the students to realize it was time for the sorting. The change in volume also signified this to the teachers waiting outside the hall with the new students, and they reacted accordingly, throwing open the great doors at the end of the hall with a flourish.
He got to his feet and surveyed the room, watching the youngest students file in. Then he smiled, just a little, and turned to one of the teachers nearby. It was that Potions Professor, but even though he addressed him his words were for the entire hall, and they reached the ears of even the furthest-sitting students.
"Alphabetical by first names, this time, don't you think?"
Without waiting for an answer, he consulted the scroll lying on the table in front of him.
"Alfred F. Jones!"
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Post by lia on Aug 21, 2011 21:50:13 GMT -4
Arthur scowled to himself as he watched the other returning students chatting amoung themselves. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous that he didn't have anyone to talk to; someone to trade stories with about what they had done the previous summer and what plans they had for the year to come.
Sighing, he rested his elbow on the table and placed his face in his hand. The sorting of the first years was beginning and he wasn't interested in the slightest. He hoped it would be over quickly...
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Post by Masaomi Kida on Aug 21, 2011 21:50:48 GMT -4
"Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan, can we eat already? I'm staaarvviinng" Masaomi groaned to the rest of his house mates. His front half was currently sprawled out dramatically across the top of the Gryfindor table, as if he was dying of hunger. Noting the annoyed looks he got from some of the girls at his table, he gave a wide grin and sat up, brushing off his robes.
"Of course, only after you ladies~" He said, batting his eyes charmingly. They gave irritated 'humphs' in response and turned away to chat with friends.
Seriously though, come on and get on with it. His stomach was getting impatient. And an unfed stomach meant an un-feuled Masaomi, which in turn meant he couldn't be at 100% later when he was free to wander about flirting with all the girls. Unacceptable.
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Aug 21, 2011 21:55:36 GMT -4
Alfred jolted when he heard his name called and quickly skittered forward, stumbling slightly on his too big robes in his haste, but managing not to fall flat on his nose. He glances up at the headmaster and teachers, gulping slightly, but forcing a confident smile.
'Heroes ain't afraid of nuthin'!"
Eyeing the ugly hat warily, Alfred approached the stool.
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Post by Clow Reed on Aug 21, 2011 21:58:28 GMT -4
The teacher standing next to the stool beckoned him closer impatiently and plopped the faded hat down on his head.
There was silence in the Hall, but not in the boy's mind as the hat took a look.
Hmm, It mused, Now what do we have here...?
After rooting around for a few long moments, it called out the audience of students and teachers.
"Gryffindor!"
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Aug 21, 2011 22:02:45 GMT -4
Alfred blinked, totally having expected more.
"What? No straw for probing? Tch, what a let down," he pouted as he hopped up from the stool and dusted himself off. Oh well, maybe next time.
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Post by Felicianna on Aug 21, 2011 22:04:50 GMT -4
Feli remained half-concious, leaning limply against a friend of hers at her table. She'd almost reached actual sleep until the sound of the headmaster calling names startled her to reality once more. Yawning, Feli watched a little first year skitter up to the Sorting Hat. She couldn't help a smile coming to her face; it'd been now three years since she was in the same place as that little boy, and she can still remember it. If only she'd been that eager to be sorted, perhaps she would have been put in a different house? But alas, three years ago she was much more timid, just the sight of an old hat with a frown sending shivers up her spine and making her knees quiver. At that time it required a literal push from two students behind her to even get near the stool. Getting on it was a completely other matter, as she remembered never taking her eyes off the scary-looking thing. In fact, were it not for the teacher and the alerting giggle of some students, she would've missed the stool completely.
Blinking out of her little memory, Feli leaned forward and put her chin on her hands to get a better view between her housemates at the little first-year. He was adorable. Feli tilted her head, thinking about what she should say when she approached him in the hall. Maybe he'd be willing to be a little adopted-wizard kid of hers or something. Felicianna giggled to herself at the thought.
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Post by Clow Reed on Aug 21, 2011 22:08:28 GMT -4
Clow waited for the burst of applause from the Gryffindor table to die down, but ignored the quiet chatting of the students as he continued to call names, making his way through the Bs and then through the Cs.
"Charlotte Pyotr!'
He fixed his gaze on a small girl with pink pigtails, the next in line, as he called out her name.
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Post by Alfred F Jones on Aug 21, 2011 22:11:38 GMT -4
Alfred meanwhile wanders around the Gryffindor table, hoping someone would move aside to let him pop a squat. Finally he settles down in an empty spot and looks around at his fellow housemates. 'So many...' he didn't know how many of these guys he could befriend...
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Post by Charlotte Pyotr on Aug 21, 2011 22:16:16 GMT -4
Charlotte blinked in surprise.
Wait, it's my turn!
Taking a deep breath, the young girl began to make her way up to the talking hat.
Be calm. This is no problem. Just imagine. All the sweets you can make once you learn magic. This is the first step.
The pink haired girl grew more and more nervous as she approached the stool, eying it as if it might jump up and bite her at any moment.
Charlotte shook her head, slowly lowering herself onto the stool, not trusting the rickety old thing. Images of cake, candy, and cheese popped into her head and she felt a smile cross her face as the hat was lowered on her head.
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Post by Shinra Kishitani on Aug 21, 2011 22:16:54 GMT -4
Seated at the head table with the other teachers and staff, Shinra kept his eyes on the line of new students. There was always one or two that passed out from nervousness, and it would be easier if he could identify them from here and send a charm their way the moment it happened.
Sigh. It seemed like this year's students were all ordinary, too. Boring, but relaxing.
He leaned around the teacher seated and waved cheerily at Izaya, greeting his friend and coworker.
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Post by Kimihiro Watanuki on Aug 22, 2011 2:59:59 GMT -4
Kimihiro sat among the other Hufflepuffs. The Sorting had begun and rows of nervous first year students could be seen in The Great Hall. He looked around. Most of his house mates were looking at the new students eagerly. They all clapped every time a Hufflepuff had been sorted.
He looked around and his eyes fell onto the teachers' seats. In the middle was the Headmaster. Kimihiro always liked the Headmaster. He had a calming vibe.
Another "Hufflepuff!" was heard and enthusiastic claps roared from the Hufflepuff table.
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