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sweetpinkpixie · 01-02-2017, 02:49 PM

Robes still dripping wet from his little mishap on the boat ride over in which he had fallen out of his and into the Black Lake after having mistaken a protruding rock for a merperson - it was DARK and the lights from the castle reflecting on the water had played a MEAN trick on his young eyes, okay? - Derf waited with his fellow first years shivering for more reasons than simply because he was cold and damp.

This was IT. This was what mum and dad called a 'defining moment' and this was one in particular that the 11-year-old had spent the entirety of the summer agonizing over. Mum had been a Ravenclaw. She had also been the Gryffindor Head of House for a while which made her an honorary one...but he wasn't brave like her at ALL. He ran away with shrill screams from flesh eating shrubs while she basically cuddled with them. Mum had been so excited to send him off to school. So excited and proud and he was admittedly nervous about letting her down by being sorted in the 'wrong' house. Even if mum had assured him that there was no WRONG house.

Dad had never attended Hogwarts, so there was no house legacy there that he felt like he HAD to uphold...which brought him SOME relief as he squirmed in place waiting for his name to be called.

But then there was his HERO. His IDOL. His INSPIRATION. Newt Scamander. He had been a Hufflepuff and Derf would give ANYTHING to follow in that man footsteps. Well...no...okay...not ANYTHING. He wouldn't give up his mum or dad or Jessa or Hazel or his pet newt or chocolate - no wait...he could do without chocolate he supposed - or the ability to read or free will... there just were SOME limitations on what he would give to follow in the great magizoologist's footsteps, and he would leave his thoughts at that.

"Ashburry-Hawthorne, Derfael!"

Holy flaming salamanders...that was HIS name! One of the benefits of having a last name that started with an 'A' being that he could get his turn over quickly...which was a VERY good thing as it was precisely in this moment that he realized something. He had a real need to ... er ... secrete.

"Fat's-s-s us-s-s," he whispered to his enchanted trouser pocket where his warty newt, Scamander, rested. Swallowing, he slipped a hand into said pocket to feel the newt's semipermeable glandular skin as he took small rapid steps up to the stool. Bright blue eyes locked on that hat as it was moved over his head and momentarily crossed as he tried to follow its movement down as it was placed upon his head.

The hat instantly came to life, wiggling and fitting itself best it could to his small head, which was something mum had warned him about so instead of jumping with surprise he was boyishly giggling with delight. It DID feel weird...and kind of neat too.

"What have we here?"

"A person, S-sir. Mis-ster. S-s-sir Mis-s-s-ster S-S-Sorting Hat...an 11-year-old boy to be precis-s-se," he chirped helpfully.

But apparently that had been a rhetorical question from the hat because it did NOT say thank you nor really acknowledge that he had spoken at all.

"Child of a Ravenclaw I see...oh yes...there is creativity...yes...much of that...and a bit of a quirky intelligence... a strong sense of individuality and acceptance of people and things that others would consider weird....traits befitting of those who are sorted to soar among the eagles..."

"I like s-s-soaring," he nodded subtly, making sure not to make any BIG gestures in case doing so made the hat slip right off his head. "Mum s-s-says I'm a fair flyer for my age!"

But again, the hat did not respond to him. Was he meant to keep quiet? Was starting to feel that way. Oops. Sorry?

"Oh..but your acceptance goes far beyond...to a trustworthy heart...fueled by an unyielding compassion and curiosity...loyal as well are at your core...hmmmmmmmm...where best to put you...."

And then the hat stopped talking. And moving. And NOTHING was happening at all.

HAD HE JUST BROKEN THE SORTING HAT?! WAS HE GOING TO GET EXPELLED?!

Palms sweating and his need for the loo increasing with every passing second, Derf's eyes widened and just STARED straight ahead and TRIED his best not to squirm too much while he waited and struggled to remain completely stationary for SOMETHING to happen.

And then, finally, after what had felt like an eternity - but was actually 5'37" as he would come to know later - the Sorting Hat began to move once more. MUCH to his relief - which almost cause OTHER forms of relief to happen but he was able to hold it all in.

"....yes...better be... HUFFLEPUFF!"

Hufflepuff? HUFFLEPUFF?! HUFFLEPUFF!!!

Derf's face instantly lit up hearing that because it...well...it felt right. Thanking the Sorting Hat with a gleeful grin, he hopped off the stool - almost a little TOO fast - and wiggle worm waddled down towards the house tables...and then right out of the Great Hall to go find the loo before he secreted his excitement all in his trousers.

HE WAS A BADGER NOW!

A Meles meles, to be precise...if he was not mistaken. Which he was fairly confident he was not.

01-02-2017, 02:49 PM	#13 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,262 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf Robes still dripping wet from his little mishap on the boat ride over in which he had fallen out of his and into the Black Lake after having mistaken a protruding rock for a merperson - it was DARK and the lights from the castle reflecting on the water had played a MEAN trick on his young eyes, okay? - Derf waited with his fellow first years shivering for more reasons than simply because he was cold and damp. This was IT. This was what mum and dad called a 'defining moment' and this was one in particular that the 11-year-old had spent the entirety of the summer agonizing over. Mum had been a Ravenclaw. She had also been the Gryffindor Head of House for a while which made her an honorary one...but he wasn't brave like her at ALL. He ran away with shrill screams from flesh eating shrubs while she basically cuddled with them. Mum had been so excited to send him off to school. So excited and proud and he was admittedly nervous about letting her down by being sorted in the 'wrong' house. Even if mum had assured him that there was no WRONG house. Dad had never attended Hogwarts, so there was no house legacy there that he felt like he HAD to uphold...which brought him SOME relief as he squirmed in place waiting for his name to be called. But then there was his HERO. His IDOL. His INSPIRATION. Newt Scamander. He had been a Hufflepuff and Derf would give ANYTHING to follow in that man footsteps. Well...no...okay...not ANYTHING. He wouldn't give up his mum or dad or Jessa or Hazel or his pet newt or chocolate - no wait...he could do without chocolate he supposed - or the ability to read or free will... there just were SOME limitations on what he would give to follow in the great magizoologist's footsteps, and he would leave his thoughts at that. "Ashburry-Hawthorne, Derfael!" Holy flaming salamanders...that was HIS name! One of the benefits of having a last name that started with an 'A' being that he could get his turn over quickly...which was a VERY good thing as it was precisely in this moment that he realized something. He had a real need to ... er ... secrete. "Fat's-s-s us-s-s," he whispered to his enchanted trouser pocket where his warty newt, Scamander, rested. Swallowing, he slipped a hand into said pocket to feel the newt's semipermeable glandular skin as he took small rapid steps up to the stool. Bright blue eyes locked on that hat as it was moved over his head and momentarily crossed as he tried to follow its movement down as it was placed upon his head. The hat instantly came to life, wiggling and fitting itself best it could to his small head, which was something mum had warned him about so instead of jumping with surprise he was boyishly giggling with delight. It DID feel weird...and kind of neat too. "What have we here?" "A person, S-sir. Mis-ster. S-s-sir Mis-s-s-ster S-S-Sorting Hat...an 11-year-old boy to be precis-s-se," he chirped helpfully. But apparently that had been a rhetorical question from the hat because it did NOT say thank you nor really acknowledge that he had spoken at all. "Child of a Ravenclaw I see...oh yes...there is creativity...yes...much of that...and a bit of a quirky intelligence... a strong sense of individuality and acceptance of people and things that others would consider weird....traits befitting of those who are sorted to soar among the eagles..." "I like s-s-soaring," he nodded subtly, making sure not to make any BIG gestures in case doing so made the hat slip right off his head. "Mum s-s-says I'm a fair flyer for my age!" But again, the hat did not respond to him. Was he meant to keep quiet? Was starting to feel that way. Oops. Sorry? "Oh..but your acceptance goes far beyond...to a trustworthy heart...fueled by an unyielding compassion and curiosity...loyal as well are at your core...hmmmmmmmm...where best to put you...." And then the hat stopped talking. And moving. And NOTHING was happening at all. HAD HE JUST BROKEN THE SORTING HAT?! WAS HE GOING TO GET EXPELLED?! Palms sweating and his need for the loo increasing with every passing second, Derf's eyes widened and just STARED straight ahead and TRIED his best not to squirm too much while he waited and struggled to remain completely stationary for SOMETHING to happen. And then, finally, after what had felt like an eternity - but was actually 5'37" as he would come to know later - the Sorting Hat began to move once more. MUCH to his relief - which almost cause OTHER forms of relief to happen but he was able to hold it all in. "....yes...better be... HUFFLEPUFF!" Hufflepuff? HUFFLEPUFF?! HUFFLEPUFF!!! Derf's face instantly lit up hearing that because it...well...it felt right. Thanking the Sorting Hat with a gleeful grin, he hopped off the stool - almost a little TOO fast - and wiggle worm waddled down towards the house tables...and then right out of the Great Hall to go find the loo before he secreted his excitement all in his trousers. HE WAS A BADGER NOW! A Meles meles, to be precise...if he was not mistaken. Which he was fairly confident he was not. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like