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Shanners · 09-01-2015, 06:48 PM

It was only his second year here but the sorting was his favourite thing about going to school here. He had spent his summer trying to find some sort of magic that would let him turn his own hat into some sort of sorting hat, or at least close to one. He didn't quite understand it enough to let the idea go and so he was planning to use the resources here at the castle to help him. Starting with his Professors, and then the library. His little hands clapped as hard as possible for those sorted into his house, and even for the girl on the train that had...gone to sit at the Gryffindor table.

He had wanted to chat to her more about the fact his cat had taken a liking to her. Another time, though.

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Originally Posted by Tegz

Charlotte's voice arrived at table well before her body did.

"I'm a RAVENCLAW!" (she wasn't). "Look at me, A new first year RAVENCLAW!" Just like her mum and dad (except not really). Also just like her cousin Dmitriy.

Nothing to see here, just another brand new Ravenclaw. Yup. Ravenclaw.

SOOOO Ravenclaw.

SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Ravenclaw that she felt the need to make sure people got the point, by cawing a few times. Helpfully.

.... Ravenclaws did that, right? Cawed?

DIMA. WHERE WAS DIMA?

Char was going to sit with the big kids, to make it clear this was where she BELONGED.

Raising an eyebrow at the loud blonde that had just arrived at the table, Rooney bit the inside of his cheek and looked past her to the distant view of his sister. Calliope would like this first year. Loud. Very loud. Roo wasn't overly fond of the loud, but he didn't have an outright problem with it. He gave her a smile once he had adjusted himself to her volume and responded to her cawing with his own. His own seasoned cawing. One year of development, here.

Ravenclaw.

Caw. Caw.

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Originally Posted by Lottiepot

Having been sorted Ruby slowly made her way over to the table decorated with the blues of her house. There was a smile on her face, one of both relief and excitement although it faded slightly when she spotted the Slytherin table. Her eyes scanned over the seats looking for her perfect blonde sister, disappointed when she couldn't see her hidden amongst the sea of green and the celebrations for the newly sorted first year. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and made a mental note to try find her later. She wanted a hug, she wanted her to tell her that everything would be okay and she’d be happy in a house whose common room were as far away from one another as possible.

She slid into the nearest available seat on the table and watched the commotions at the table. There was another first year there (Charlotte), one who’d been sorted into Gryffindor but was adamant that she was a Claw. She was too nervous to say anything mostly through fear of the clearly louder and much more intimidating blonde shouting at her that she was wrong. What if you could change your house? What if the hats word wasn't final?

She tore her eyes away in case they saw her staring. She didn't want to come across as rude, certainly not on her first day at school. Instead she looked down at the table and waited for someone to talk to her.

Extending his hand, Rooney offered a sweet to another of the first year that had just joined the table and wasn't as loud as the other. "I promise they're good." And to prove it, he had another in his hand for himself. They could have them at the same time, and maybe it would stop her from looking like the world had almost ended. Almost, because she wasn't crying. Rooney knew of new students that had cried, and the talk of the town was that some even went to the bathroom on themselves.

A Hufflepuff had the year prior to Rooney starting here.

So he heard.

Quote:

Originally Posted by natekka

Riley sidled over to the 'claw table both ashamed and not.

She wasn't 'late' or anything. She hadn't gone to the WRONG house table. And if she had then ... SO WHAT?

"HELLO FELLOW 'CLAWS," she greeted, taking a seat near (Ruby) and away from Charlotte.

OH. HEY.

"Are you a Ravenclaw? Did they sort you wrong? I didn't see you have to go back..." But he was excited about her being at the table now. Reaching over the girl he already was near, he offered the train!girl a sweet also. "Food won't be here until everyone is sorted, and the speaking has happened." Best to always have some sort of sweet to hand to survive if you hadn't had a lunchbox of Mama's sandwiches. The kind of sloppy buttering and uneven slices of ham.

[u]Uneven.[/i]

Quote:

Originally Posted by Grey Lady

Coming into the Great Hall, Helena floated directly over to the Ravenclaw table. She could hear Sir Nick's unmistakable voice from the lion table as she smoothed out her dress and dark shoulder length hair. Claiming her customary seat in the middle of the table Helena let her eyes wander over the eagles that had so far arrived at the table. It was nice to see that Tia - Marie and Janelle were back for another year and so was puff prefect Aditya. The spiders hadn't sent them packing. Sending both girl's hearty smiles and waves and a nod of the head to Adi, Helena focused on the loudest blond student (Charlotte) presently at the table.

In Helena's opinion it was those that proclaimed too loudly that they belonged to a certain house that most often turned out to belong somewhere else. She wasn't going to break the news to the youngster, she was pretty certain that the hat had already done that. Instead she said with a wink. "If you make your voice hoarser you'll caw better."

A little ways down a brunette (Ruby) about the same age as the blond slipped into a seat silently followed by another girl (Riley). Waving to the younglings Helena called out "Welcome to Ravenclaw, home of the high soaring eagles!"

His instinct was to offer the next voice he heard a sweet too, but upon lifting his head and looking, he found that it was no other than The Grey Lady. His favourite, but that wasn't something that he would share with the rest of the school. Rooney gave her a smile, a little wave and then unwrapped the sweet he had and popped it into his mouth.

... Was it possible to be in awe of a ghost? A crush, perhaps?

No, no. Definitely... of course not...

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Originally Posted by Felixir

The closer he got to what was apparently the Ravenclaw table, the more exhausted Daxton realised he was. What was worse was that it wasn't even over yet. The Sorting was the worst part, he decided, but he still needed to sit at a table full of people in the crowded Hall and probably eat with them and it would probably get loud.

Still with his hands clamped over his ears, Daxton approached and eyed the occupants of the table uncertainly, then sat down as far away from the general throng of people as he could possibly get. The only person he knew here so far was Char, and she was right in the middle of everyone, and also loud, and also he wanted to just take a moment to... well... he wasn't sure what. To gather himself. Calm his anxiety. Away from everyone else.

So he sent a scowl in their general direction to warn them all off, then focused his attention on the resplendent cutlery and crockery that adorned the table. Was this gold?

Would... would anyone notice if some of these goblets went... missing?

Stealing would require Daxton to remove his hands from his ears, though, and he didn't plan on doing that any time soon. So instead the newly sorted Ravenclaw eyed the goblet in front of him, staring at his warped but otherwise impassive reflection, trying to acclimatise to the strange way of life this school was already throwing at hi-

Daxton started. Part of the reflection in one of the goblets had him looking back up again. Staring. Was that a-...?

A ghost. That was a ghost. That was definitely a ghost.

To take his mind off of the ghost at hand, Rooney turned his attention immediately to the next person joining the table. "SWEET???" Oh. Loud. Oops. He offered the sweet immediately, arm outstretched and a smile right there on his face. A bright smile. A sweet smile. Just a smile, offering a sweet.

No apologies for his volume though. He was sorry, but...well...not that sorry.

He'd been caught at a bad time.

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,372 Gryffindor Sixth Year First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe It was only his second year here but the sorting was his favourite thing about going to school here. He had spent his summer trying to find some sort of magic that would let him turn his own hat into some sort of sorting hat, or at least close to one. He didn't quite understand it enough to let the idea go and so he was planning to use the resources here at the castle to help him. Starting with his Professors, and then the library. His little hands clapped as hard as possible for those sorted into his house, and even for the girl on the train that had...gone to sit at the Gryffindor table. He had wanted to chat to her more about the fact his cat had taken a liking to her. Another time, though. Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Charlotte's voice arrived at table well before her body did. "I'm a RAVENCLAW!" (she wasn't). "Look at me, A new first year RAVENCLAW!" Just like her mum and dad (except not really). Also just like her cousin Dmitriy. Nothing to see here, just another brand new Ravenclaw. Yup. Ravenclaw. SOOOO Ravenclaw. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO Ravenclaw that she felt the need to make sure people got the point, by cawing a few times. Helpfully. .... Ravenclaws did that, right? Cawed? DIMA. WHERE WAS DIMA? Char was going to sit with the big kids, to make it clear this was where she BELONGED. Raising an eyebrow at the loud blonde that had just arrived at the table, Rooney bit the inside of his cheek and looked past her to the distant view of his sister. Calliope would like this first year. Loud. Very loud. Roo wasn't overly fond of the loud, but he didn't have an outright problem with it. He gave her a smile once he had adjusted himself to her volume and responded to her cawing with his own. His own seasoned cawing. One year of development, here. Ravenclaw. Caw. Caw. Quote: Originally Posted by Lottiepot Having been sorted Ruby slowly made her way over to the table decorated with the blues of her house. There was a smile on her face, one of both relief and excitement although it faded slightly when she spotted the Slytherin table. Her eyes scanned over the seats looking for her perfect blonde sister, disappointed when she couldn't see her hidden amongst the sea of green and the celebrations for the newly sorted first year. She bit her bottom lip between her teeth and made a mental note to try find her later. She wanted a hug, she wanted her to tell her that everything would be okay and she’d be happy in a house whose common room were as far away from one another as possible. She slid into the nearest available seat on the table and watched the commotions at the table. There was another first year there (Charlotte), one who’d been sorted into Gryffindor but was adamant that she was a Claw. She was too nervous to say anything mostly through fear of the clearly louder and much more intimidating blonde shouting at her that she was wrong. What if you could change your house? What if the hats word wasn't final? She tore her eyes away in case they saw her staring. She didn't want to come across as rude, certainly not on her first day at school. Instead she looked down at the table and waited for someone to talk to her. Extending his hand, Rooney offered a sweet to another of the first year that had just joined the table and wasn't as loud as the other. "I promise they're good." And to prove it, he had another in his hand for himself. They could have them at the same time, and maybe it would stop her from looking like the world had almost ended. Almost, because she wasn't crying. Rooney knew of new students that had cried, and the talk of the town was that some even went to the bathroom on themselves. A Hufflepuff had the year prior to Rooney starting here. So he heard. Quote: Originally Posted by natekka Riley sidled over to the 'claw table both ashamed and not. She wasn't 'late' or anything. She hadn't gone to the WRONG house table. And if she had then ... SO WHAT? "HELLO FELLOW 'CLAWS," she greeted, taking a seat near (Ruby) and away from Charlotte. OH. HEY. "Are you a Ravenclaw? Did they sort you wrong? I didn't see you have to go back..." But he was excited about her being at the table now. Reaching over the girl he already was near, he offered the train!girl a sweet also. "Food won't be here until everyone is sorted, and the speaking has happened." Best to always have some sort of sweet to hand to survive if you hadn't had a lunchbox of Mama's sandwiches. The kind of sloppy buttering and uneven slices of ham. [u]Uneven.[/i] Quote: Originally Posted by Grey Lady Coming into the Great Hall, Helena floated directly over to the Ravenclaw table. She could hear Sir Nick's unmistakable voice from the lion table as she smoothed out her dress and dark shoulder length hair. Claiming her customary seat in the middle of the table Helena let her eyes wander over the eagles that had so far arrived at the table. It was nice to see that Tia - Marie and Janelle were back for another year and so was puff prefect Aditya. The spiders hadn't sent them packing. Sending both girl's hearty smiles and waves and a nod of the head to Adi, Helena focused on the loudest blond student (Charlotte) presently at the table. In Helena's opinion it was those that proclaimed too loudly that they belonged to a certain house that most often turned out to belong somewhere else. She wasn't going to break the news to the youngster, she was pretty certain that the hat had already done that. Instead she said with a wink. "If you make your voice hoarser you'll caw better." A little ways down a brunette (Ruby) about the same age as the blond slipped into a seat silently followed by another girl (Riley). Waving to the younglings Helena called out "Welcome to Ravenclaw, home of the high soaring eagles!" His instinct was to offer the next voice he heard a sweet too, but upon lifting his head and looking, he found that it was no other than The Grey Lady. His favourite, but that wasn't something that he would share with the rest of the school. Rooney gave her a smile, a little wave and then unwrapped the sweet he had and popped it into his mouth. ... Was it possible to be in awe of a ghost? A crush, perhaps? No, no. Definitely... of course not... Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir The closer he got to what was apparently the Ravenclaw table, the more exhausted Daxton realised he was. What was worse was that it wasn't even over yet. The Sorting was the worst part, he decided, but he still needed to sit at a table full of people in the crowded Hall and probably eat with them and it would probably get loud. Still with his hands clamped over his ears, Daxton approached and eyed the occupants of the table uncertainly, then sat down as far away from the general throng of people as he could possibly get. The only person he knew here so far was Char, and she was right in the middle of everyone, and also loud, and also he wanted to just take a moment to... well... he wasn't sure what. To gather himself. Calm his anxiety. Away from everyone else. So he sent a scowl in their general direction to warn them all off, then focused his attention on the resplendent cutlery and crockery that adorned the table. Was this gold? Would... would anyone notice if some of these goblets went... missing? Stealing would require Daxton to remove his hands from his ears, though, and he didn't plan on doing that any time soon. So instead the newly sorted Ravenclaw eyed the goblet in front of him, staring at his warped but otherwise impassive reflection, trying to acclimatise to the strange way of life this school was already throwing at hi- Daxton started. Part of the reflection in one of the goblets had him looking back up again. Staring. Was that a-...? A ghost. That was a ghost. That was definitely a ghost. To take his mind off of the ghost at hand, Rooney turned his attention immediately to the next person joining the table. "SWEET???" Oh. Loud. Oops. He offered the sweet immediately, arm outstretched and a smile right there on his face. A bright smile. A sweet smile. Just a smile, offering a sweet. No apologies for his volume though. He was sorry, but...well...not that sorry. He'd been caught at a bad time. __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________