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SPOILER!!: Faye Quote:
Originally Posted by SweetPeea  Still processing what the sorting hat had just told her, Faye quizzically made her way towards the table that had a very interesting name to it. Papillonlisse was it? She could recognize it, however French was not her strongest language that she was currently learning. Her first being English, with a even pairing of between Swedish and Hungarian. However, she had been practicing her French a little more than usual over the summer, so hopefully it would get better as the year went on?
As she approached the table, a smile was immediately across her lips as she looked over the other students who had just been sorted as she had. Giving a friendly wave before speaking in a bright tone, "Hi there, I'm Faye.."
It was not too long after she had introduced herself that she had heard music playing in the background and was immediately looking to find the source, until her eyes settled on WOOD NYMPHS being the source of the beautiful music she was hearing! How sweet! This caused her smile to grow more before taking a seat at the table with the other students waiting for the ceremony to end.
....Could she perhaps go over to the nymphs listen to them?
"Hi Faye! I'm Bernie," she eagerly greeted the next person to arrive at their table. Was Bernadette perhaps a little TOO excited to meet everyone in her year? No, there was no such thing as TOO excited.
SPOILER!!: The Jameses Quote:
Originally Posted by Cassirin Phoebe would have waited by the group that still needed to be sorted, but that apparently was unacceptable behavior. So Phoebe allowed herself to be shooed along toward the table with all the shortest people in the room. Not sitting with all the Gryffindors, then, but sitting with all the other babes.
She was a babe, so that was fine. Phoebe pulled up next to the boy with color changing hair and immediately knocked her napkin off the table. More like a kitten being naughty than a girl being clumsy. "This place is too posh. I feel like I have to whisper and learn to curtsy. And I don't want to learn to curtsy." Quote:
Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Ravenclaw. He was a Ravenclaw. Just like his mum, his dad, his gran, his uncle. He was like them.
Teddy was still buzzing from his sorting when he reached the Papillionlisse table and wiggled into the empty seat beside his sister. There was conflict stirring inside him now; he wanted to congratulate her, he wanted to cheer for himself, he wanted to mourn their separation, he wanted to analyze how this happened and reel off all the reasons why this was not how it was supposed to go. But she looked unbothered, he was happy with his own sorting... and, before he knew it, he had pulled her into a sideways hug.
"We did it," he whispered. It wasn't the "it" he had anticipated, but... there they were. Hogwarts students. Well, Hogwarts-slash-Beauxbatons students. They had houses. Different ones, but good ones. Gryffindor was a respectable house. Phoebe was the brave one, the adventurous one, the carefree one... and maybe they weren't in the same house, but maybe Yoyo, Tavie, Cecelia, or Flynn would join either of them so they wouldn't be all alone in their houses. Maybe.
Oh look, a pair of twins. HOW FUN. "You two are related, yeah? But... different Houses?" Bernie watched at the girl twin knocked her napkin off and the boy twin just sat down, kinda mopey like.
Whatever.
Back to the girl twin. "I mean, France is kinda anti-Kings and Queens," she pointed out helpfully. "I doubt we'll have to curtsy to the Headmistress." Just saying.
SPOILER!!: SCARY HOH MAN Quote:
Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame He was late. An unbecoming trait to be certain and he would surely receive an earful from his headmistress when he finally made his way to the staff table. He was also certain that once he explained the situation that had resulted in his tardiness that she would be more forgiving. It had been as necessary as the entire altercation with the gargoyle had been unsettling.
But first.
Thick Hebridean Black dragonhide boots shuffling against the immaculate marble floor, Mathys de Nostredame's hand was clutched against his neck. It was nothing but a flesh wound, hardly bled at all but would still need tended to, and curious in its execution seeing how uncharacteristic it was for the gargoyles to be this ornery this time of term. They always held their positions with pride about the castle's exterior. Pulling his hand away to examine it, he clicked his tongue and muttered a few choice words in French before his dusted in crimson palm returned to covering the slash going right across his neck from base of his jaw to collarbone. His chest had been spared thanks to his golden King of the Serpent skin jacket.
His feet came to an unceremonious stop right behind one of their Hogwarts guests [Cassirin] who had just purposefully knocked her napkin to the ground. "A curtsy would hardly be ze wahrst of sings for you to learn. Could perhaps help polish your movements. Zey appear to be .......lacking a certain grace." Coiling his fingers coolly to his palm, the Head of House beckoned the fallen serviette to his hand and they straightened his fingers and turned his palm to the table so that it draped itself back into its proper position.
"Bienvenue à L'Académie de Magie Beauxbâtons."
He was now speaking to the table at large and tilted his head a bit into his hand, pulse calming, before continuing.
"I am Professor de Nostredame, ze head of house to ze house of Papillionlisse, whose table you currently occupy, and your Care of Magical Creatures professor for ze term. A remindair zat napkins belong on laps or ze table, do not scratch ze silverware, and mouths are closed while one chews." He would have tipped them off about the color changing doilies under their plates, but he was certain those had been collected at the conclusion of the feast the night before. It was important that their Hogwarts guests not be distracted by too much splendor their first night. His piercing icy blue eyes scrutinized the long table. "Our headmistress has already been seated. Ze rest of you should do ze same."
Um, W O W.
LOOK AT THIS WIZARD.
Professor Notre Dame? Was he named after the building? Bernie almost raised her hand to ask, but she was at least a little bit intimidated by the leather-clad wizard, and also, he looked like he was kinda holding his head onto his neck, so maybe he had more important things to do besides answer silly little first-year questions.
She could TOTALLY go to his office-hours though, mhmm! Bernie was eager to impress ALL the wizards, so she straightened up in her seat and gracefully dropped her napkin onto her lap. Of course, it slid right off onto the floor, but THEN she scooped it up and gracefully dropped it on her lap again, this time doing her best to hold her knees at a proper angle so it would stay put.
And... mission accomplished!  Wasn't this just the BEST first day of SCHOOL EVER?!
SPOILER!!: Ilya Quote:
Originally Posted by Magical Soul Gertie was always this... he didn't know the adjective best fit for her. It was a cross between rushed and clumsy. What was it? "Yep. You're a Gryffindor." He grinned, he watched evvvvvvveryone getting sorted. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and he was going to witness it every single year. "It's weird being in different houses but sitting at the same table." He noted, being pretentious since he never was in a house before ten minutes ago.
"Why?" He repeated her question with a slight knot to his brow. "I'm metamorphmagus, my grandma said. It started only this summer when I got my wand, though." So who knew why. Probably because he was awesome?
Ilya gave her a wide smile in return. He liked meeting his yearmates! They were going to be stuck together for the next, like, seven years!
Another girl sat on the other side of him. Why was it that he was always surrounded by girls at home and now in school? Ilya attempted to catch the napkin and failed to. The girl didn't even seem fazed that she was knocking things over left and right. "It is too posh. I feel like I can't fart." He agreed in a whisper, but one that Gertie could hear if she was paying attention.
Ilya's small hairs on his neck stood up at the sound of the footsteps and then the warning his neighbor got for the napkin incident (that was obviously how this man saw it). Good thing he didn't hear his comment!!!!@11!
Apparently this was their head of house? They were a house? No. He was in Ravenclaw, okay? RAVENCLAW. Ugh. This sucks already. His expectations were shattering the further this night went. Ilya's shoulders slumped a little as the man gave them instructions on how to eat. Mkaaaay. Not going to follow those instructions, he had 10000% freedom at home to do whatever he liked to. Soooo...
"Oh, do we usually not sit with our year?" Bernie didn't really know how ANY of this worked, so her expectations were easy to exceed. She had about 5 million more Q's for Ilya, but she would be satisfied with his meta-morph-amuwhut? explanation for now?? Could she Google that after the feast?
BAHAHAHAHA OMG FARTS. Bernadette SNORTED at that, quickly covering her mouth so the big man/Head of House wouldn't hear her. How did Ilya know she found farts funny??!
SPOILER!!: Jacen Quote:
Originally Posted by RedRabbit *Making his way to the table after being sorted he almost sat down but remembered what his mother had told him. She had gone to this school until her seventh year. For her seventh year she went to Hogwarts and met his dad there who had also transferred from Durmstrang for his seventh year. Jacen stood up and waited for the headmistress to take her seat. Once she had he sat down and finally got a good look at the place. It reminded him of his Grand-mère‘s home. She was part French after all but acted and sounded British unlike granddad who was fully Irish.
Looking around he saw his sister Abbigail at a table next to his but she was as far away from him as she could get. When she caught him starring he smiled and waved. She glared and mouthed the words Remember what I said! Jacen’s smile fell a little and he turned back to his table. Not far off he saw that girl he spoke to on the carriages. He tried to remember her name... Faith? No that wasn’t it. Faye! He smiled and gave her a little wave.*
Hey look, it was that boy from the wand shop! "HI," Bernadette made sure to shout so she would be heard. She wanted to ask him how his wand turned out/what kind did he get!
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