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Old 01-01-2019, 06:20 PM   #6 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
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Sixth Year

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First Year

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formerly: Eliora Dodderidge
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Odaline hated Hogwarts already.

What was so great about this hall? It smelled like a mixture of old people, nostalgia and happiness. Her three least favourite things. Ingrid would find another five things to hate about this place, but in her being here.. Oda would be having a better time. How long until their first class? Couldn't she get this branding that the school insisted on another time? She had her textbooks ready and wanted to learn.

In the midst of the excited first years, stood Miss Odaline Victoria Buchanan who was desperate to get this very much over and done with. This spectacle was too much for what it actually was. Reactions to being sorted should have been private. When had she given permission for her life to be on blast to the entire student body of this hellhole? Never. Absolutely never. This was invasive, and she wasn't sure that her parents would agree. Had they given the school clearance for this? Was there not a private option? A 'house' for other children? Different children. Ones that short circuited in the presence of others? Ones for children that had urges to break the bones of others when they spoke too much?

No?

Unexciting.

Fortunately for none of them present, her surname began with 'B' and that was the second letter of the alphabet which meant that she was one of the first to grace the stool with her behind. Odaline was also the least enthusiastic to have possibly ever sat there. She surveyed the whole hall quickly, the faces of teenagers with spots and some with greasy hair, the girls with make-up and large curls, the whispering between friends and the similar looking ones that were clearly siblings. Disgusting.

To convey how she was feeling, she folded her arms across her robes and glared at the doors they had been paraded through just minutes earlier. Her escape route.

Oda awaited the branding ritual hat to sort her without a care for what it was saying. Instead, she thought the words 'reading my mind is illegal' over and over until she was being ushered off the stool and over towards the table of green. Amazing. Another colour that didn't suit her.

How tedious.

Odaline hated Hogwarts already.
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