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**Wilber Winterbottom** · #1 (**permalink**) 12-27-2022, 12:45 AM

For those who belong in Ravenclaw House, in the middle of the Great Hall is where your table awaits. Blue banners containing an embroidered bronze eagle float above the polished table in honour of the wise Rowena Ravenclaw. Already placed on the tables are silver plates with accompanying cutlery and goblets. All that is missing right now are the mountains of food and pitchers containing your favourite beverages.

Though your stomach might be growling as you take a seat on one of the long benches next to the table, it is important to not get hangry -- gnawing your arm away or jabbing your fork repeatedly on the surface of the table will do no good whatsoever. Give everyone some time to get settled in and wait for Headmaster Winterbottom to deliver his speech. Keep yourself preoccupied by catching up with your fellow housemates until it is time to sink your teeth into the hearty and delicious meal prepared by the house-elves.

Kmaeh · 09-01-2026, 02:09 PM

His knowledge of Hogwarts and its houses was limited; even the hats babbling as it sat upon his head had gone in one ear and out the other. There was no doubt that he heard it shout RAVENCLAW followed by an eruption of applause. He supposed he had a whole seven years to figure out what being a Ravenclaw actually meant. What being a magic folk actually meant. For now, he joined his new house table, his blonde hair still ruffled from having the Sorting Hat on.

Lorcan took in faces sat around him, stole glances at the magnificent decor of the ceiling, the enchantments, only listening to the sorting ceremony when someone was sorted into Ravenclaw.

Because the other houses were irrelevant, obviously.

*Nordic Witch* · 09-01-2026, 03:55 PM

After a train ride where she had ended up in a compartment with a chatty bunch of new first years that had asked her a neverending stream of questions about the castle, and Hogwarts Mira felt a bit drained. The dark haired fourth year had her eagle robes on when she took a seat near the middle of the eagle table in the great hall where a newly sorted first year boy already sat. Plastering on a wide smile she welcomed Lorcan. "Welcome to Ravenclaw! I'm Mira, fourth year. Who are you?" Pretty please, let some older claws, arrive soon because she wasn't sure if she'd stand a whole feast surrounded by only first years.

Felixir · 09-02-2026, 08:18 AM

Best thing about this feast was that Bug was no longer one of those nervous first years waiting to be sorted while everyone in the world watched. Worst thing about this feast was that Bug was no longer one of those nervous first years waiting to be sorted while everyone in the world watched.

That was the thing about being a second year. He was totally grown now. He knew the castle and the grounds and was comfortable in the place and all. But, like, there was nothing special about second year. From what he could glean from how other kids treated him, he was basically still a first year with less prestige. These eleven year olds didn't know how good they had it.

Still, Bug was nothing if not gracious. Like when a new Ravenclaw, a boy, came to join their table, and he grinned at him and nodded in agreement when the girl welcomed him to Ravenclaw. No point saying it again.

"I'm Bug," he added, by way of greeting. "Like the bug. Second year."

And speaking of bugs, was Miles here yet? It had been a million years since Bug had ~~bothered~~ hung out with him, and they had a lot to catch up on. Craning his neck, Bug peered up and down the table, trying to spot that telltale mop of dark hair.

_____

TJ wasn't late, actually. A wizard was never late, et cetera, et cetera. He'd just slipped away briefly to duck into the loo before the feast, then made a mad dash back to the Great Hall to try and get there before the Sorting Ceremony. And then there had been a whole thing involving a suit of armour that had somehow ended up in pieces on the floor, and he'd had to put it all back together again, and that had been so interesting he'd sort of got a little carried away looking at all the parts.

Anyway, somewhere around here was a very wonky looking suit of armour, which may have had its arms on back to front. Don't even worry about it.

The upshot of this was that TJ had, in fact, missed the start of the Sorting, and the worst part was that he couldn't exactly surreptitiously enter the Hall at his great height of 6'5". So he just... didn't bother trying to sneak. Just strolled in and took his place along the table wherever there was a space. Pure seventh year 'own the place' vibes.

"Nice night for it!" he told the table at large, glancing towards the enchanted ceiling as he automatically reached for his empty goblet, expecting to find pumpkin juice which obviously wasn't even there yet. Bad idea. Uncoordinated at the best of times, let alone when he wasn't looking what he was doing, TJ misjudged and immediately knocked it flying. Fortunately it was empty, but it managed down the table and into several other goblets with a series of jarring CLANG!s. Like an impromptu game of skittles.

"Oops! My bad!" TJ hurried to try and straight up the silverware (goldware?)... and immediately sent two more goblets CLANG!ing to the floor.

So much for not disturbing the ceremony.

Kmaeh · 09-02-2026, 05:11 PM

Omigosh, someone was talking to him. Colour him surprised that an older student such as herself decided to give him the time of day. Maybe a Ravenclaw trait was being super kind, as that was something he could gladly reciprocate. Beaming wildly, Lorcan replied, “Hi -“ what did she say her name was a moment ago? Ok maybe he wasn’t paying enough attention so in his mind he’d settle for Ravenclaw Girl 1. “Thanks sooo much for the welcome, my name is Lorcan Windermere.”

It felt like a good idea to include his full name, really staple that reputation he had this year to build for himself. Any sports or clubs that could gain him street cred in the wizaeding world was something he’d also have to check out, having absolutely zero knowledge about any of them.

Lorcan waved at a kid who looked more his age who introduced himself as Bug. He suppressed a snort at his introduction, and offered a toothy smile instead, hoping to make friends not enemies. “Bug,” he blurted, with emphasis on the B. “Is that your real name?” Lorcan’s smile faded only slightly as a wave of curiosity washed over him.

Bug was a second year. Drats.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-02-2026, 11:48 PM

Third year had arrived rather quickly in Harvey’s opinion. He had blinked and two years of his life had quite flown by. But that was okay as he was enjoying every minute of it. The guy settled himself in at the Claw table. “Sup, guys?’’ he asked by way of greeting to Mira, Bug and TJ. Ahh, he had missed these faces a bit. Not too much but enough that Harv was quite pleased to be in their midst once more. He opted for a seat next to the latter which might have been a terrible idea but an amusing one because… hello, TJ was being clumsy in an entertaining sort of way. “Dude!” The third year burst out laughing. “I can fill your goblet with water if you want something to drink.” And then just like that, a mini mayhem that sent him laughing again. “We need to place a Sticking Charm on objects that you’re around, you know.” Chuckling, he reached out and snatched up the two noisy goblets that had hit the floor. “Or maybe you ought to sit really still.” Was that even a possibility for TJ?

He sat up straight just in time to see a firstie {Lorcan} join the gathering. As Mira greeted him, Harv sent him a wave. There was no need to overwhelm the poor guy.

Saina had absolutely fallen in love with her first year, and hoped that there would be many lovely memories that would make her second just as memorable. “Hello, everyone!” she chirped as she took a seat beside Mira. “It’s lovely to see your faces again.” The round faced girl beamed around at her Housemates, wincing a bit at the slight ruckus TJ and the goblets were causing. Speaking of faces…

“Yes, what Mira said. Welcome to Ravenclaw!’’ Her words were directed at {Lorcan}, and after a pause added, “And to Hogwarts!”

Devad - though not really fussy about which House he would be placed in - felt happiness creeping up as he took a seat at a random spot at the Ravenclaw Table. With a small smile on his face, he gazed around at everyone. They were a bubbly - and noisy bunch due to all that clatter with the goblets. The first year chose not to interrupt anyone and instead turned his eyes towards the Slytherin table, looking for his older brother. One of the first things he needed to do tomorrow was to write to thier parents to let them know he hadn’t carried on the tradition of the family being Sorted into Slytherin. The next thing? Find out when the audition for the Orchestra was going to be held.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-03-2026, 02:15 AM

Iris had reached the sort of point in the chapter where the distinction between raven shifter and ravenous traitor was becoming increasingly difficult to distinguish, which was perhaps why the sudden succession of CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!'s down the Ravenclaw table drew her attention so sharply and with daggers shooting from her rounded lenses.

Her eyes lifted just in time to watch one goblet strike another, which struck another, until the resulting chain of clanging metal travelled down the Ravenclaw table with all the subtlety of a marching band falling down a staircase. Iris watched the spectacle with the same quiet consideration she might have given an especially questionable footnote, only lowering her book once two more goblets met their demise in TJ's subsequent attempt to rectify the situation.

Her uncle was going to just love this.

She knew that the Great Hall at the start-of-term was possibly the worst place for any sort of reading, so her disgruntled features were rather unwarranted.

"I see we've begun the feast with subtlety," she muttered, the corner of her mouth twitched as she slipped her bookmark into place and closed her book with a dangerous calm.

There were quite a few new faces scattered among the familiar ones, and she offered each the sort of welcoming smile expected of a sixth year who had interrupted her reading and had a name entirely too close to a certain graduate.

"Welcome to Ravenclaw," she added, though the words were delivered with the distracted air of someone whose attention was already beginning to drift back toward the cover of her book that rested on the table. She did manage to meet the gazes of those recently Sorted before her attention wander ― Iris had manners, after all, and Lorcan in particular seemed to yearn for camaraderie.

Seven terms. It was strange to think of them that way — seven beginnings, seven endings, and countless ordinary and extraordinary moments between them. And somehow she had arrived at the zenith of them all—not a singular grand achievement, but the culmination of countless lessons, friendships, mistakes, discoveries, and moments she had once naively assumed would simply continue forever.

Iris peered over the heads of the younger students towards Mira ― noting Harvey was as bouncy as ever ― and offered the girl a small smile before glancing at the two younger students.

"Bug is a perfectly fine name," Iris remarked with a shrug, offering Lorcan and Bug another cursory glance. "If that's what he prefers to be called, I'm not entirely sure why it matters whether it's his real name or a nickname. Surely the important part is that it’s the name he’s chosen to answer to."

Hugging her book to her chest, the blonde noticed another newcomer to the table glancing over towards the Slytherin table...which was her invitation to do the same. Her fingers drifted from the spine of her book to the collar of her shirt, making sure it was popped up around her neck. It was perfectly reasonable, she told herself. The Great Hall was drafty. The evening had been a little more chilly than usual. There were countless sensible explanations for why she had developed an intense interest in keeping her uniform fastened all the way to her throat and made warmth creep beneath her freckles.

Tearing her attention away from a certain duo, she focused on the quieter of her housemates. "Looking for a sibling? Or a friend?"

Felixir · 09-03-2026, 08:12 AM

At the echo of his name, Bug gave an eager sort of nod, then hesitated. He was right on the point of admitting that, no, actually his real name was August, when the seventh year girl jumped in. Saved by the bell! Not that he'd really been saved. It was just a name, after all, but still.

"Yeah! Well, I mean, no, that's not my real name." He could have gone into how the concept of 'real names' was weird, and that anyway, who knew if his real name was really his real name or not? But, though Bug was not ashamed of his roots - whatever they were - it wasn't really the type of thing you just jumped into with someone you'd literally just introduced yourself to. "It's a nickname. An insult, really, but I reclaimed it." The name he'd chosen to answer to, just like the older girl said. Bug shot her a small smile, as though in thanks, but then he smiled at the boy - Lorcan Windermere - as well, to show there were no hard feelings.

Anyway. "'Sup," Bug greeted Harvey, radiating coolness as he did so. Obviously. Or something. But then something clattered into his goblet and sent it tumbling to the floor, and Bug blinked, and quickly made a dive to catch it before it could go rolling under one of the other tables. The heck?

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"Sorry!" TJ blurted out, again to the table at large, as he fumbled to right the goblets that were in his reach. Merlin, what a racket. "Sorry. Oops, 'scuse me, sorry." He did his part to get everything back in order without having to actually leave his place and travel down the table, and sat back down with what could only be described as a kind of 'yikes' grimace on his face. "Sorry, Iris." He'd disturbed her reading, he could tell. He'd never actually understood how she could read in the middle of the Sorting and feast hubbub, but supposed he'd gone and put paid to that either way.

Heh. "Sorry," he said one last time, this time to the third year, Harvey, who at least seemed to take the catastrophe ~~at best~~ with some humour. "You know, craziest thing, my dad said something very similar to me only last week." When he'd sent a jug of orange juice over and flooded the kitchen table. Yeah, unfortunately this was not an isolated incident. Shocked, anyone? "Good idea. I'm gonna be a statue for the rest of the feast." TJ posed, and held very still, manifesting it.

Then he scratched his nose.

In short, no. Not really a possibility for Tariq Jamal Kruus.

*squidnie* · 09-03-2026, 10:29 PM

It was always something, wasn’t it?

Cat couldn’t remember a start of term feast that was quiet. Mellow. Maybe her first? But that had been her first so simply by definition it didn’t count as quiet.

This one was, literally, not quiet.

The clanging of various goblets greeted her as she made her way curiously toward the ruckus. She saw several familiar faces and a few that she couldn’t place. She chose, though, to seat herself next to Iris. The older girl had become something of a mentor in Cat’s eyes, and she immediately felt more confident in herself and how she fit into this start of term situation once she placed herself near a trusted almost-adult.

She caught the lifted collar of said person, though, and eyed it a little longer that strictly necessary before forcefully sending herself into the conversation that was already happening.

“Hi, Bug!” She said cheerfully, pointedly not commenting on his name. She’d been in his position before and it was not one that she enjoyed. She felt the need to protect him a bit, for some reason. “I’m Cat. Welcome to Ravenclaw.” As for the other new faces… those, she would observe for a moment longer and see what happened.

She was already too in for her liking. Still, it was a deliberate choice. She wanted to be more aware, more on-edge, even. Just in case there were any certain Gryffindor best friends that needed to be tackled before goblets were thrown at noses this year. She’d made a promise. And she did not fancy another head of house meeting that did not involve praise for her potioneering abilities, thank you very much.

Harron Peasley · 09-04-2026, 11:05 AM

Refreshed after a summer of doing his favourite things, Gabriel wasn’t entirely disappointed to be returning to school. Sure, ask him in a couple of weeks when he’d had time to miss surfing and sailing, the warmth of the sun and tapas from his uncle’s restaurant, and he’d probably have a different answer. For now, however, he was embracing being back with all of his friends, under one beautifully charmed night sky.

He’d changed over the summer, though where other thirteen year old boys would have been left awkward and insecure by the extra height and increased muscle mass, Gabriel had embraced it. His grin was wider than ever, his confidence greater, and his charm ever present. As he walked through the hall and straight towards the Ravenclaw table, he smiled and waved at friends across the room as they caught his eye. Once seated, Gabriel offered welcoming smiles to the newly-sorted first years, but remained quiet as he surveyed the group at large, taking it all in. Even the knocking over of goblets didn’t faze him, though he politely reached out to right the ones closest to him.

*Nordic Witch* · 09-05-2026, 07:40 AM

[i]I'm [Bug]...[/b] She knew the introduction wasn't directed at her, but Mira inwardly, silentley wondered to herself, why did anyone want to be called like an insect? Odd. Anywho, she opted to change the subject. "Bug, got any lessons your eager to attend this year? We've got several new professor's."

Next minute Mira's attention was drawn to the series of loud jarring CLANG's that were heard near her spot at the eagle table. Eyes darting around she soon found the source [TJ] and held in an inaudible sigh as she whipped out her wand to levitate one goblet up from the floor, and right up a few others on the table as she smiled in greeting at the senior boy. "Hi TJ, it's definitley a nice night. The hall ceiling is looking extra spectatular, dont you think?"

Turning her attention back to the firstie [Lorcan] as she repocketed her wand in its holster, Mira smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you Lorcan. Are you excited to start classes tomorrow?" Then [Harvey] arrived, and finally a more familar face. "Hi Harvey, did you have a nice summer?" And she was really pleased when [Saina] sat down next to her, because truth she felt a bit outnumbered by all the boys currently sitting at the eagle table. "Hi Saina, turning closer to her friend she asked "Are you signing up for any new clubs this year?" Mira had her eye on the school's newspaper, but she wasn't sure if she wrote good enough to be accepted.

Focus turned to the newly sorted boy [Devad] that just suddenly sat there at the table. "Welcome to Ravenclaw, and Hogwarts! I'm Mira." She introduced herself, but it was hard to know if it was heard because of all the clanging goblets. The seventh year girl [Iris] that somehow had slipped down into a seat at the table during all the goblets commotion got a return smile from Mira. "Hi Iris, are you reading anything good?" Some minutes later [Gabriel] and [Cat] arrived to the table and they both got greeting's too. "Hi Cat! Hi Gabriel!" Before Mira turned her attention up front. Could the headmaster give his speech already, she was getting hungry.

Charely Potter · 09-06-2026, 11:49 AM

Connor felt things would be different this year when he arrived at Hogwarts. Aside the O.W.Ls looming, he had to separate from his best friend, Falcon, and his little brothers and sisters early on. Ciara though will be getting sorted... he expected she would end up elsewhere. Not that he was a downer type of guy, but he just knew where the cards seemed to lie in general. Not to mention his eyes kept glancing towards the Lions table, and not just to see how Tiara.. and Tyler were doing.

"Hey." He greeted to the nearest person when he sat. Clapping politely when the new Eagles joined their table.

Nebula felt super pretty with her mid-back length micro braids flowing when she emerged from the carriage pulling up to the school. Eventually, with the others she made her way through the entrance hall, arriving at the feast. Now in her third year, she felt confident and no longer alone with a certain family member now working at the school, and of course, her Auntie Sarika. She gave them a little wave before sitting down next to her mates.

"Hey everyone, good summers?" She greeted. Looking at how her housemates have grown over the summer, especially some of the boys.

Zoe · 09-06-2026, 08:38 PM

He'd spent enough years watching the older students that sixth years had always seemed distinctly old. Experienced. Like they ought to know exactly what they were doing by now. Yet here Rajan was, making his way toward the Ravenclaw table with all the grandeur befitting someone who had earned stellar OWL scores, survived five whole years at Hogwarts, and was now another year older and, presumably, another year wiser.

At least Hogwarts itself hadn't changed much. The Great Hall was as loud as ever, conversations overlapping beneath the enchanted ceiling as everyone reunited after summer. Even the familiar scent of the castle was comforting, mingling with the faint petrichor that had followed them inside after the damp journey from Hogsmeade.

Dropping into an open seat, Rajan glanced along the table for familiar faces. "Hey, everyone." He gave a little wave, immediately wondered whether the wave had been necessary, and lowered his hand to the table. Right. Good. Nailed it.

His attention wandered toward the staff table, taking note of the faces that were no longer there as well as the new ones, and then, inevitably, toward the other House tables.

Sixth year meant NEWT classes. It meant he was officially one of those older students he'd once found mildly intimidating. People might even expect him to know what he was doing now.

...Terrifying, actually.

But that was a problem for tomorrow.

Tonight there was food, and Rajan had priorities.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-08-2026, 12:40 AM

If looks could kill, then TJ certainly would have been deceased on the spot. Fearing for TJ's life at the hand and eyes of Iris, he ensured that there were no goblets that were at risk for tipping over as best as he could. He carefully moved some away from TJ, shifting them closer to his own side of the table. Though… knowing the other guy, there was that risk of other wares disturbing the relative peace of the Table. Harv knew better to say anything that would further upset Iris, so he tried to draw her attention to talks of her book. “What’s that one about?” And then out of real curiosity… “Have you got a library with a rolling library?”

Harv winked at Bug. “Trying to save the world from one TJ disaster at a time. Might require a collective House effort though.” Trying not to dissolve in hearty laughter once more, he straightened the goblets he had rescued. “Anyone who’d be needing a goblet, feel free to contact me!’’ the third year called along the Table. “Why am I not surprised?” he continued, but addressing TJ this time. “Oh yes, thanks for asking, Mira. I sure did. Lots of Gobstones involved so fingers and toes crossed I’ll be able to contribute more to our team this time around. What about you? What were you up to?”

Spotting Nebula, Harv threw her a wink too. “See any you like?” That’s right, Neb. He saw you looking at the guys. So of course he just HAD to tease her! “Hey, Rajan. All set for NEWT years?” Were students actually prepared for those? Then again, maybe a rare few might be.

Oh dear.

A vexed Iris.

Saina was genuinely sorry that she had been disturbed and immediately saw what Harvey was up to. Would that tactic even work, given that Iris was annoyed about being disturbed from reading the very book he was asking about? Sai couldn’t wait to see how that played out.

Hers was one of the goblets that had been snagged by Harvey. “I’ll be needing mine back, thank you so very much, Sir.” Her lips were twitching upwards during the calamity but not, she giggled behind a hand as TJ posed. “You know, you can always pretend to be a statue, doing the full body paint and everything so that you can prank your friends and family.” Like those living statues that suddenly moved, scaring the beejebers out of everyone.

“Hi, pretty lady,” Sai told Mira. New clubs? “To be honest, I hadn’t thought about that. I suppose it would be wonderful to try something new. Does your asking the question mean that you’re thinking of signing up for something? Oh hello, other pretty lady.” This was directed at Nebula but don’t get her wrong - all the girls here at Hogwarts were pretty in their own way. “A good summer on my end. Mira was just asking about me joining new clubs. Will you be joining any?”

Dev easily caught the eyes of his brother with his, and waved quite enthusiastically. “Hi, Diallo! I’m here! I’m actually here!’’ was what the Ravenclaw’s body language screamed. He was also not surprised to see Levi seated beside Dee. From what he knew, the boys took turns sitting at each other’s Table for the feasts, at least. Now, he turned his attention with interest to the conversation about names - real and of the ‘fake’ sort. He quite agreed with the older girl with the book who had welcomed the new ones earlier {Iris}, even if he believed that the question had been asked innocently enough by Lorcan. Before Devad could say this, {Iris} was directing words towards him. He fumbled over his words for a second or two out of surprise and perhaps a tad amount of intimidation. “Brother.” Dev was relieved to hear that the word did not sound brittle. It seemed his confidence remained intact for the most part. “His name is Diallo, and he’s a Slytherin. Do you know him?” There was a pause. “I agree with what you said about names. I also think that Lorcan meant no harm.” Dev offered her a smile, not a cheeky one. Just a friendly one.

One of the same was offered to the older student {Gabriel}. “Hi, Mira, thank you. My name is Devad.” Just in case she missed it or forgot it from the Sorting. He glanced at Connor, following his gaze. “Um… why is that Gryffindor guy making weird faces at you?” he asked with a frown. "It's you he's looking at for sure." How peculiar.

SilverTiger · Yesterday, 01:45 AM

Fourth year was certainly starting off rather interesting. Just the fact that there were new faces up at the front that weren’t just incoming new students piqued Aurora’s interest. New professors always meant having to learn how to navigate lessons, and she scribbled a couple more things into the little notebook she’d been looking at upon entry into the Great Hall before stowing the quill into her hair, holding the auburn waves up off her neck. It wasn’t the best idea, but it was all she had as she slipped the notebook of calculations into her robe pocket as she slid into a seat across from Mira.

She couldn’t exactly applaud for the new Ravenclaws while she was still scribbling after all. Priorities. “Hey everyone,” she said, glancing around at everyone already at the table after settling in. Including the newbies (Bug, Devad and Lorcan), who got pleasant smiles from her. “Welcome to Ravenclaw! I’m Aurora.”

Chaos was inevitable, and she wasn’t surprised at the source either (TJ). No harm seemed to have happened after all, aside from awry goblets, that she could tell. She couldn’t fault him for being clumsy. Even if it seemed to have interrupted Iris’s reading. It might factor into her thoughts as to how their house might do this term in relation to the others, but there were ways to mitigate it.

And there was the speech, and she had shifted to look up at the dais while the headmaster was speaking. Mm, the mention of activities was interesting. Not much else seemed too surprising. Their head of house seemed to be staying the same, so one less new factor to consider.

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