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

For those who belong in Slytherin House, on the right side of the Great Hall is where your table awaits. Green banners containing an embroidered silver snake float above the polished table in honour of the cunning Salazar Slytherin. 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 or those who are visiting from the other tables until it is time to sink your teeth into the hearty and delicious meal prepared by the house-elves.

*Nordic Witch* · 09-01-2026, 03:18 PM

After a quick visit to the girls bathroom to put on her popcorn earrings Iris was set for a new opening feast. Dressed in her slytherin robes, the fourth year blonde entered the great hall and quickly made her way over to take a seat at the Slytherin table underneath one of the floating green snake banners. The sorting ceremony had just started and she looked on with some interest as she waited for someone else to arrive at her table so she could try her new paper flea on them or just to have someone to chat with, because she was getting hungry and sitting alone was no fun at all.

Felixir · 09-02-2026, 07:17 AM

Feasts. Yeesh.

No, that wasn't totally fair. Alexei didn't mind the feasts themselves, per se. It was just that there were always a lot of people here - obviously - and the pressure to socialise was higher than it was at a normal Hogwarts mealtime. Especially as it was right off the back of summer, when everyone was reuniting and catching up. As always, Alexei longed to be seated at the Gryffindor table instead, or for Elena to be sat by him (actually the latter, as the Gryffindors could be somewhat unpredictable) so that he would at least have his twin for company, and she could be a buffer of sorts. It was an arrangement that had worked well for them for years.

But that wasn't how feasts worked, apparently, so Alexei had found himself a seat near the end of the table, where it wasn't so crowded, and sat watching the Sorting Ceremony while he waited for the food to appear. He clapped when someone was sorted into his house, and stayed respectfully quiet whilst the ceremony proceeded, but, honestly, these things were kind of boring when one had no invested interest in any of the individual sortees. Alexei didn't know any of those kids, had no relatives among them, so he was just doing his best to be quiet and patient. Fortunately, both of those were strengths of his.

He acknowledged the rest of his housemates too, of course. Shy though he was, Alexei still did his best to greet each arrival with either a nod, a smile, or a word of greeting, depending on how well he knew the person. Like the girl with the bizarre earrings; she got a small smile as she arrived, but as Alexei didn't know her as such, he could not quite bring himself to open verbal communications.

Though maybe he ought to. He could do with a Slytherin buffer for times like these. Also friends. He could do with more of those too, if only it weren't such a trial to navigate that particular minefield.

FearlessLeader19 · 09-02-2026, 07:47 AM

She had her wish!

Ciara was a Slytherin!

She couldn’t be happier in the moment as she proudly took up a space at the table. Her Housemates… they were a huge bunch. Her attention was immediately caught by those popcorn earrings. “Those are absolutely gorgeous!” she remarked. “Where those selling in Diagon Alley?” If so, how did Cee miss them? Having been distracted enough by the earrings, she tried to decide where to sit.

Would the quiet guy {Alexei} mind if she just slotted herself in next to him? “Hello,’’ the firstie said quietly, doing her best not to jostle anyone with an elbow. She wouldn’t mind having a few conversations but she wasn’t about to butt into any. Instead, she was comfortable watching the rest of the Sorting Ceremony for now.

Charely Potter · 09-02-2026, 10:27 AM

Falcon arrived from the carriage ride to Hogwarts with Connor, but they separated once it came down to the feast per usual. Sure, they were allowed to cross over, as long as they returned back to their table eventually... He just didn't have the energy to criss cross like that. With the impending O.W.Ls on his mind, Falcon sat down when he heard a faint 'ding' noise. It wasn't loud, but noticable to where he searched for the noise and saw.

Oh. She (Iris) was wearing those. Falcon gazed at her ears seeing the popcorn earrings dangle, before he realized he was staring with a blank expression. "Those are... not real popcorn, right." Imagining someone using the shrinking charm to make a portable snack. But if it were... could she share some popcorn? His stomach would likely make hunger noises by the time the speech arrived. "They look de- nice." He almost said delicious, because popcorn was delicious, but how awkward that would be to tell someone that when you didn't even know their name.

Falcon then looked to see, ah, Connor's littleest sister Ciara arrived. "...Good choice." He offered her a fist to bump. She had a habit of following them into Connor's room, cause little siblings always wanted to be involved with their bigger siblings. He supposed he would be in charge of watching over her when Tyler wasn't around. And where was Tyler? Probably in the bathroom.

Diallo was here! He wolf whistled seeing his little brother, Devad, get sorted. Sure, it wasn't in Slytherin, but he knew the chances weren't up there on them being in the same house with how different they were. In a good way, of course. He also clapped with the other new sortees arriving, "Hey, welcome, Ciara."

He looked towards (Alexei) who was deciding to read. "That must be a good book. Don't worry, I can put a protection spell so no food or junk will spill on it, if you want." He was a fourth year now, he wasn't causing any explosions... with homework and books anymore. Ahem.

No, Tyler was not in the bathroom. He just had adoring fans and his twin Tiana to go see and look, Ciara was now part of their house! He slipped right in, "Cee! You made it to the right side!" No offense Ravenclaw and Gryffindor... and Hufflepuff too. "But don't worry, I know how we can see the others just as easily." Shortcuts were fun to go through.

Harron Peasley · 09-02-2026, 07:34 PM

After the train journey, Rory Monroe had taken a moment (or several) to double check her appearance in the bathroom. It wouldn't do to start the term looking anything less than perfectly polished, after all - a feat that was slowly getting more difficult as adolescence approached with its multitude of problems, not least breakouts and insecurities. Not that anyone would know such a thing affected the second year, as she entered the Great Hall with freshly applied eyeliner and brushed hair.

She headed straight to the Slytherin table (though a longing glance was cast towards her cousin and best friend over in Hufflepuff) and found herself a seat, nodding to those around her but not engaging in the small talk. Her focus was on the Sorting, and a certain boy who's reccently changed name was a bone of contention: who did he think he was, after all? Of course, not all of the blame could be placed in the eleven year old - Auntie Lilah had to be held to account for bringing him into the fold, after all. Between her and Jorgie, Rory was convinced that her favourite aunts no longer loved her, what with their own children to care about.

Her polished nails tapped impatiently on the table as the first of the S-surnames were called, gaze narrowing on Ivor when he took the stool. Her stomach clenched, some sense telling her what was confirmed only seconds later by the Hat. A Slytherin. Her House.

Rory scowled, lip curling in annoyance. She was torn between avoiding looking at the leech and staring him down, and after a moments settled on the former: she would pretend he didn't exist, and she was the only Stemp in Slytherin.

Her manicure was suddenly very interesting.

Felixir · 09-03-2026, 07:11 AM

Oh, he had company. Not something Alexei had been expecting, especially as he usually expected first years to stick with each other, but then there were only so many free seats left at the table. "Hello," he said to the curly-haired girl who'd claimed the space beside him. And then, after the slightest pause, "Welcome to Slytherin." That was the expected thing to say, right? "I'm Alexei. Sixth year." He knew her name, of course, as they'd announced it before she'd been sorted, but made no mention of it because it was too much like removing part of the social script he was used to following, even though one of his housemates immediately said it himself.

And, speaking of that housemate, Alexei blinked at the fourth year and raised his hands from where they were resting under the table, palms out. "No book here," he said, with a small smile. He didn't add that, if he had a book, he could do that sort of charm himself. That would probably be rude, even if it was true. "Thanks anyway, though."

Was it just him, or was it getting louder in here? Probably just him, as the Sorting was still underway and, other than a mild clamour at the Ravenclaw table, people generally didn't disturb the ceremony. It would get louder, though, once the food arrived and the socialising began in earnest. It was enough to make Alexei shudder, and he did his best to fortify.

_____

From the stool to the Slytherin table, Ivor made eye contact with nobody. Acknowledged nobody. He took the first available space he came to and settled onto the bench, folding his robes under him so they wouldn't pull uncomfortably. He was still getting used to wearing robes, and wasn't sure he liked them much. They felt more hindrance than anything else, but the deep pockets were sure to be useful, somehow.

As he settled in at the table, Ivor continued his strategy of not engaging with a single person. For all anyone might have guessed, he had just taken his place at an empty table, in an empty hall, in an empty school. He knew Rory Monroe was sitting here somewhere, but made no attempt to seek her out.

Next to his plate, his fork quivered, shuddering against the wooden surface of the table. Barely sparing it a glance, Ivor lay his hand on top of it and held it there for a moment. When he removed his hand, the fork lay perfectly still again. Now was not the time.

Finding a spot on the opposite wall to train his gaze at, Ivor sat at the Slytherin table in silence.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-03-2026, 09:24 AM

The journey back to Hogwarts had been cruel.

Utterly, devastatingly cruel.

Jae had been denied proper Bro Time™ for the entire train ride to Hogsmeade Station, which meant he'd been forced to occupy himself in the luggage compartment with nothing but his portable WWN radio and barely enough floor space to practice his latest routine.

Well. Almost nothing but. But that was a story for another time.

By the time Jae finally made his grand entrance into the Great Hall, he was more than ready to reclaim his best mate.

An arm slung comfortably over Adrian's shoulders, he practically strutted beside him toward the Slytherin table, every step carrying juuuuuust enough rhythm to suggest he was dancing to music nobody else could hear. So, really, the usual. His hair, on the other hand, was an unapologetic shade of bubblegum pink, the color having been part of his summer dance-tour aesthetic that had refused to leave him alone afterward.

He was keeping it. For now. At least until next week.

The morning had offered one less welcome souvenir. While getting dressed, he'd caught sight of the darkened patches feathering between his shoulder blades in the mirror. Thankfully, his uniform covered all that and there was no reason to let a minor inconvenience ruin the first night back before he got a formal consultation with the new healer.

Rather inconvenient and irritating to have to loop yet another person in, but it was apparently mandatory if he wanted to continue attending Hogwarts.

Pfft. Whatever. Stingy rules.

As they reached the table, Jae offered those already seated a series of casual "'sup" nods, his attention sweeping across the table as he punctuated them with the occasional flirtatious wink toward an attractive witch or wizard. Every so often, his greeting shifted into a neatly formed finger heart, thumb and index finger pinched together, which he flashed with varying degrees of sincerity depending on how much he liked a housemate's vibe. To the newly sorted, he added an easy grin and congratulatory 'welcome'.

Obviously Slytherin had excellent taste this year, as always.

Then his attention caught on the staff dais and his steps slowed a fraction before his entire body wilted against Adrian's side.

There was something deeply unfair about a person being that attractive and teaching Transfiguration. Jae's thoughts, already somewhat prone to wandering, had gone completely xerothermic in her general vicinity over the course of last term and the summer. A concerning lack of moisture in the brain, really.

"Can you believe it?" he sighed, clutching at Adrian's shoulder as though he'd just received news of a great personal tragedy. "Gryffindor got Professor Bom-VOSS-ee for their Head of House this term." He peeled himself away from Adrian just long enough to drop onto the bench, though not before giving his best mate the epitome of a kicked cruppy look. "I heard from one of my portrait informants on the way in," he explained, "So I had several minutes to process the betrayal before I stole you back."

His hand came dramatically to his chest.

"And what do we get? Professor Hawkins," he continued, his nose wrinkled. "No offense to the woman... but I feel like she's more than a few leaves short of a compost pile."

FearlessLeader19 · 09-03-2026, 09:45 PM

Had Ciara been there earlier to hear the question about real popcorn, she would have given Falcon a look of scorn. Could he not see that those weren’t real? Boys, honestly. In any case, he probably was used to her giving him weird looks. Him being her brother’s bestie meant that he was around a lot so naturally she was comfortable with him. As it was, she grinned at him now as she returned the fist bump with a solid hit of her own. “Only the best for me and the Hat agreed.” And yes, she liked following Ty and Fal around so they both could expect the same while at Hogwarts. Except into the boys bathroom, duh. The boys were welcome for her wonderful company. “Where’s Ty?” Cee asked, her forehead creasing.

The question had hardly left her mouth when the older brother made his appearance. Cee rounded on him, leaping to her feet and placing her hands on hips. She fixed him with a fierce stare. “Did you miss my Sorting?” Because if he did… hmph! He was going to face her wrath. Her gaze softened a bit at the other words. “I did! Daddy’s going to be pleased. I’m not worried about the others. It just means I get to follow you and Fal around.” That signature mischievous grin of hers made an appearance.

Flopping back down on the bench, the girl brushed some of her hair from her face, tucking the strands behind an ear. “Hello, hello,’’ she greeted Devad with a regular smile. “Thanks! I already love it here.” Her gaze then shifted to the slightly older Slytherin {Rory} because of that tapping which had distracted her from saying more to Devad. Well, at her nails, actually. That was a very pretty manicure! She liked it a lot. Then there was a conversation to continue with Alexei. “Hi, Alexei! I like that name.” In case anyone hadn’t noticed, Cee was not on the shy side. “Thank you! Wow. Sixth year… I hope you did well at OWLs.”

Ciara continued to gaze around at the occupants of the table, her green eyes clocking a guy {Ivor} staring at the wall opposite. Strange. Had he zoned out? Or maybe he just needed a moment. Then there was another {Jae} with a lovely shade of pink. Cee silently approved. But oh gosh, did he have to be so cringe? The finger hearts, the and winks. When she got the ‘welcome’ greeting, Cee grinned and flashed a peace sign with the usual digits.

Quite the colourful characters at this Table.

“Budge up there, bestie,’’ Levi said by way of announcing his presence. He reached out to poke Dee in his side before sitting beside him at the House table which clearly was not where Levi belonged. That was okay since he and Dee usually visited each other’s tables, and Levi fully intended to visit Hufflepuff’s at some point tonight. “Hi, everyone!” He beamed at those in the close vicinity. But of course he was going to be honed in on the Sorting Ceremony! He couldn’t wait to see where Devad ended up! If it was Hufflepuff, he would be quite delighted to take the firstie under his wing.

It turned out that Devad was more suited for Ravenclaw. Still, Levi clapped rather enthusiastically. “He’s going to do great in Ravenclaw,’’ the fourth year said to Dee. “Whichever House could have been placed in, actually.”

Deezerz · 09-05-2026, 03:15 AM

Angel kept stealing glances back at the Sorting Hat, as if it was going to yell out his name and say, “Hey! Wrong house, kid. Come back!” And then sort him into Ravenclaw. It didn’t happen, though. No one called him back.

His legs sort of froze when he reached the Slytherin table. You would think a kid from California who played football and quidditch would be used to cheers and eyes on him, but this was different. He wasn’t scoring any goals or chasing a quaffle. He had simply been sorted into Slytherin…which he guessed was sort of a big thing.

He nodded politely in greeting at his new housemates and quickly dashed towards an empty seat.

It was moments later when another first year (Ivor) joined the table. Angel tried not to make it obvious he was people-watching this kid, but it was hard. The boy was right across from him. Besides, his new housemate was interesting. He was all broody and moody like a proper Slytherin, but that wasn’t what caught Angel’s attention. It was the fork quivering beside the kid’s plate. Angel has done similar things like that before, but seeing it from someone else was much more interesting. Once, when he had accidentally shattered a TV when he had gotten really upset, his dad had promised him it was okay. It was a wizard’s magical way of expressing strong emotions.

“That was cool,” Angel directed at the boy (Ivor).

*Nordic Witch* · 09-05-2026, 06:46 AM

Iris was dingle dangling with her earrings as the first new snake sortee arrived to the table and commented on her earrings. Shaking her head for extra popcorn effect she beamed broadley at [Ciara] "Welcome to Slytherin! I'm Iris and thanks. These beauties, were unfortnatley not on store at Madam Primps. I got them from a french pen pal." Looking over at her shy housemate [Alexei] a little down the table Iris shot him a warm smile. "Hi Alexei! I'm Iris, if you've forgotten. Did you have a nice trainride?"

Iris was busy watching the sorting when she felt, smelled and heard how a dashing hot someone sat down on the bench beside her. Turning her head she came eye to eye with the one year older boy [Falcon], that was staring at her or rather her earrings. Smiling sweetley she greeted him "Hi, Falcon isn't it? I'm Iris, fourth year. No, the popcorns in my ears aren't real, but don't you wish they were, like me? I'm hungry." Iris shot waves and 'hello's to [Diallo] and [Tyler] when they arrived at the table. "Hi Rory," Iris greeted with a friendly smile. "Your nails, look pretty. Did you get them done in Diagon?" As luck happened a newley sorted first year [Ivor] came to the table then and took a seat in complete silence, not acknowledging anyone or anything. Her earrings felt a bit offended since they were along to be noticed. "Hi, Welcome to Slytherin!" Iris called down the table in greeting, dingling with her earrings as she did so. "I'm Iris, and you are?"

Then of course [Jae] arrived, strutting pink bubblegum hair which almost challenged her popcorn earrings in the getting noticed department. "Nice hair, Jae!" Iris said by way of greeting with a wink and a 'hello' wave to [Adrian] who seemed glued to Jae's side. Another new sortee arrived before Iris could turn her attention up to the staff dais again and she greeted him [Angel] with another friendly smile since he looked awfully scared to be here. "Welcome to Slytherin! I'm Iris, and you are?"

Zoe · 09-06-2026, 09:02 PM

Sixth year. Now that had a nice ring to it.

Freya slipped into a seat at the Slytherin table with the confidence of someone who had survived the excruciating wait for her OWL scores to arrive and therefore deserved to feel at least a little superior about it. She'd earned that much, thank you very much.

Especially after seeing her Herbology result. Her gaze flicked down the table, searching automatically for Nyle. She needed to find him at some point tonight and tell him the good news about her Herbology OWL. Considering how much time he'd spent tutoring her last year, he deserved to know that she hadn't completely embarrassed herself. More importantly, Freya deserved the opportunity to boast and thank him profusely for everything.

Priorities.

Speaking of priorities, her attention shifted toward the staff table, where one particular change immediately caught her eye: there was a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor.

Freya narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at the unfamiliar face. Interesting. She sincerely hoped this one wouldn't mind the amount of time she'd be spending in his wing of the third floor, because sixth year meant NEWT classes, and NEWTs meant harder spells, and harder spells meant she was one step closer to getting herself properly back into the duelling arena.

Speaking of which, she had missed that part of the castle very much and had an itch that she needed to quench. Freya wanted nothing more than a wand in her hand and an opponent across from her. She wanted the rush of anticipating the next spell, the satisfaction of landing one first, and, preferably, someone underestimating her badly enough to make victory particularly entertaining.

For tonight, though, she supposed she could behave herself and look like she actually wanted to mingle at the feast. There would be plenty of time to investigate the new professor later. And find Nyle. And remind everyone in the duelling arena exactly what they'd been missing.

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