Fandom A House Divided [IC Thread]

[BriiAngelic]

• Naila & Grendum || Collab B/w Brii & Jet

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  The castle gathered for the sorting of the first years. Led by their prefects each house took to their tables, leaving room in the center of the tables to welcome their new first years. Even from her spot at the Head of House chair Naila could see the clear disparity in numbers. Slytherin looked to be near half the number of Ravenclaw. Hufflepuff stood strong as it was filled out more than Slytherin but less than Gryffindor. All the first years huddling in looking to the groups, a fair deal averted their eyes from the Slytherin table already. She embodied a serene aura as she stood, seeing confusion in the eyes of some of the older students at her placement.
  
  

  

  
  
  “Welcome all you lovely children of magic. Hogwarts was always in your destiny. I am Naila Shafiq, Former Headmaster to Hogwarts. This year I will be serving you all as a humble teacher and Head of Hufflepuff house.”
  
  She waved her wand with ease and a soft smile on her face. Her expression looked more sleepy than aware with her eyes completely closed. Without a word she cast the Maximo Patronus spell and her own little Pine marten came into existence towering over the students.
  
  “You see magic is-”
  
  Grendum tapped his hand on the long wooden table, banging his robust ring on the hard surface.
  
  Tap. tap. tap.
  
  

  

  
  
  The sound went on, interrupting the relaxed woman, and continuing until students looked around nervously. Teachers were confused too, clearing their throats and passing glances between each other. He was well aware of how everyone felt, and the feeling was deliberate. He wanted them uncomfortable, because for many years Hogwarts was a place where reason died. Comfort and convenience had ruled the school for too long, but not anymore.
  
  "Do you think magic is fun"? He opened, stopping his incessant tapping, allowing silence to hang. Nobody dared speak during a headmaster speech, so the room remained still. But his question wasn't rhetoric. He wanted an answer and asked again "Do you think magic is fun?"
  
  Silence again.
  
  Grendum looked over the nearest students, picking a young girl from the group. "You there" he snapped, waiting for her eyes to meet his. Then he asked again "Do you think magic is fun?"
  
  Her mousy voice barely managed "Yes magic is... magic is fun headmaster!"
  
  "WRONG" he suddenly shouted in reply, standing from his large ornate chair. He pushed the decorated thing back, scraping the ground before launching into his prepared speech.
  
  "For twenty years I was an auror. For the next ten I was the warden of Azkaban. Ive seen enough to know magic isn't fun. Magic is a tool at best and weapon at worst, while here you'll learn to respect that. If not, then you won't last here. The cavalier attitudes of past headmasters is gone people! From now on you'll learn that magic is one thing and one thing only. A means to an end. A means you cannot take lightly, because if you make a mistake you're playing with lives. Mess up a potion and you're playing with lives. Say the wrong spell and you're playing with lives. Understand?" His voice echoed across the huge dining room, deadening the atmosphere. The room was so quiet, a fork clanged against a plate and everyone heard the noise. Then he continued.
  
  "The curriculum will have changes, and foolishness will be punished, not encouraged like it has been in past years..." He glanced at Naila, before continuing again. "There will be more changes, that much I can assure you. But I don't want to carry on too long and interrupt your... fun meal. House prefects will receive lists of new regulations, and please pay attention to your prefects. Ignorance is not a defense if you break my rules. Understood?" Dead silence persisted for a time, only broken when a couple students muttered things like "yes I understand." Grendum nodded, plopped down on his seat and went "Good, enjoy the food!" He was less stern now, sounding more neutral than anything. The students were mum for a short time after his speech, but conversation grew between them. Soon there was a loud buzz about the room, but the headmaster stayed quiet, looking over the students suspiciously.
  
  Naila expelled the Patronus with a swish of her wand. Her brow furrowed with a grimace on her face before she smoothed over her expression once again. She cleared her throat as she placed down her wand at the seat of her chair. Irritation sounded in her footsteps as she walked forwards.
  
  "Now I suppose we should get to the sorting? After all, I'm sure you're all eager to find your proper places among friends. Besides, you'll have dinner and then a tour to adjust after."
  
  She waved them down the center of the room just as the sorting hat flew in singing a rather bleak song.
  
  Years have come and years will go
  Time repeats eternally
  Mistakes are made from those who hear foes
  In the patterns of their socks
  
  For all of time I’ve wandered here
  I’ve come to meet a lot
  For these once fair students
  Harked the halls with a truly dastardly plot
  
  Gryffindor rages across the dead
  When he sees how cowardly they become
  His students follow his coda instead
  And they find themselves quite dead
  
  Ravenclaws seek an answer still
  that has never once been told
  They find meaning in all that is created
  And never live life until their old
  
  Hufflepuff try to mediate
  And are met with only hate
  For the one who seeks to mend a rift
  Will only fall with no hope of it
  
  Slytherins refuse to be forgotten
  And their marks run deep indeed
  Yet they find for those who desire most
  Are the villains to them all
  
  History, History
  It will repeat indeed
  For this year when we need unity
  Will we finally be freed?
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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[ScatheAriiasqDrayceon]

All was going well, for the moment, as Jet listened to the speech Ms. Shafiq was so graciously giving. His gloved hands were folded neatly in front of him, unsettlingly blue eyes meandering to examine the new students.

And then the tapping started.

The flying teacher flinched back from the harsh sound, not exactly expecting the sound of metal on wood from somewhere so close. As it was, he was on the far end of the table just to be out of the way (being tall is not all it's cracked up to be), but as the man stood and began speaking in one of the effortlessly-loud voices Jet made a mission to avoid, he abruptly wished he was five-hundred feet in the air and away from the loud man.

But no.

He sat and endured the speech, feeling as if it was being screamed in his ear. As his gaze drifted to the Slytherin table out of habit, he spotted Flame, head tilted, gold eyes trained on Grendum with a kind of attention usually reserved for birds. Their head was tilted slightly, a coin falling off their wrist only to be caught and flicked back up again. Repeat process. It didn't look like they were paying much attention to the earlier chatter, either, nor did they seem aware—or, at least, they didn't acknowledge it—the uncomfortable atmosphere as they scrutinized the orator.

The speech finally ended and Flame returned to staring at the coin, letting it fall before twisting their wrist, catching it, and shoving it back over their hand again.

And to add to the depressing aura rapidly settling over the students, the sorting hat flew in singing the most depressing songs he'd heard from it in his years working there.

Wonderful.

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Flame watched as the new man sat down, stilling the coin with the edge pressed into their palm. Voice soft and all-but-growling, Flame spoke primarily to themself, closing their eyes with a long sigh.

"Good."

 

[Mook-LandStrider]

Delynn

Sitting among the other Slythrines Delynn turned towards one of her friends and nodded as they spoke of their time away from the school. She herself had spent the break far from home, visiting family in Bulgaria, seeing her grandmother and aunt. The time there had been interesting, to say the least. The sheer amount of partying and abundance of joy was breathtaking, such a stark contrast to the mausoleum she currently found herself residing in. The school had been dying, she felt it pouring from the wall and knew all too well the things that had occurred in the past, it had been less than ten years since the fate of the wizarding world was held in balance by those that walked these halls. Now it all but felt abandoned, a visage of greatness so long gone. Yet, the teachers clung to things as much as they could.

Delynn let out a sigh at that thought as she reached up and gripped the necklace around her neck. She was a prisoner here even if she was here of her own accord, a victim of her father's sins bound to his fate even though she hated it. His deeds bound her to a stigma she was unable to shake, untrustworthy to those she wanted to trust her and trustworthy to those she dislikes and hated for their ideals. His cronies made sure she walked the line he wanted for her despite her bucking away from it at every attempt she had. Still, it made her angry to know she bore this necklace because of him because she couldn't be trusted... because of him. She gritted her teeth, feeling the strain before finally releasing as the speech began, the headmaster's tone snapping her back to reality. She looked over to see who it was and didn't recognize who it was... until they announced their work history.

Her blood ran cold as her heart shrank, he would know her father and the stigma would be even worse than it ever had. She didn't want to meet his gaze, her eyes wandering everywhere else. She caught glimpses of guys staring at her and for once she felt a wash of unease even though it wasn't due to him announcing where he worked. She wanted to lash out at the guys staring at her but to interrupt him and dump her unease and emotions out would surely end in disaster... especially considering who the man was. Swallowing her stirring anger and despair down she tried her best to remain as still and unassuming as possible. She was within a sea of students and as such had the ability to at least appear as one of the group.

When he finally finished she felt a swell of relief come up but it was soon replaced with curiosity as the hat spoke up. Its song was uneasy yet thought-provoking, she didn't know what to make of it and it sounded in a way sad. Though the verse historying repeating made her feeling sick, her stomach churning at the thought. She would want nothing more than to move on from history and not let the sins of the past come back up to batter the present. But if what the hat was saying was to come true, they were all in for a hell of an experience... though one Delynn did not want to be put through.​

 

[EldridSmith]

Being one of the prefects he led those in his year into the hall with the other Prefects, eager to sit down out of their line of sights and get this event out of the way as the other houses glared at them with prejudice. While he was used to this treatment he still greatly despised the irrationality of the blind hatred, they were people, and wizards just like they were. Thankfully Ms. Shafiq began to ease the tension with one of her typical speeches until the new person appeared on scene, until the new headmaster he had been informed of appeared making things tenser than earlier. He frowned at this, he already knew all of this from past experiences during a few of his experiments that went haywire. He sighed and looked around, everyone looked tense and uncomfortable. However as he looked over to Delynn he noticed her face was pale white as if she had seen a ghost. He wanted to place his hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her but there were two people between them making him unable to do so. She looked at the guys staring at her with anger, which was rare to see from her, and he looked away before she glared at him.

He was glad when the new headmaster stopped speaking to let the ceremony continue, however his appreciation for the situation was soon expended as the sorting hat began spouting a cryptic and ominous message. Like there wasn't already enough tension in the room. Well whatever, he wasn't bothered by it. He knew they were likely to get the least amount of students, for the fifth year in a row. Oh well it couldn't be helped, after Voldemort came from their house and him being the cause of not one, but two wizarding wars. Still they weren't Voldemort, they were students and children, they had yet to be molded into adults and this unnessecary hatred was unlikely to make people who were sorted into slytherin view others, and society as a whole positively. He didn't, how could he? His family tortured him with potential marriage meetings during his break and tried to get them to bend to their will. If not for his achievements of adjusting spells and becoming a prefect he wouldn't have had a chance to get out of it. He sighed and lazily watched the first years be sorted.
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[BriiAngelic]

• Noa Moon || 5th Year Hufflepuff Hype-Girl

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  ~ Hufflepuff Table ~
  I Stay Home || Noa’s CS File
  
  The beginning of a new year. She already was bursting with energy from the train ride over, perhaps she had one too many cauldron cakes. She ran down to her house’s table with a drumming on the table as she spotted one of her new best friends, whether she knew it or not. She slipped into the seat across from Fia as her hair came loose of her clips and draped over the table.
  
  “Hey Fiaaaaaaaa!”
  
  She had a manic grin on her face ready to bust up some more idiots this year. She couldn’t get much more out before the Headmaster Naila came out. Oh wait? She knew she had visible confusion on her face as the woman spoke of stepping down. She nearly stood before she felt another of her fellow housemates pull her down when the tapping started.
  
  Wha-
  
  What was this square doing as their headmaster?!?!? She frowned with an aggravated pout. Sure she was cool with Madam Naila being their Head of House, though she wondered just what happened to their last one. She looked up and down yet didn’t see her. She bit her tongue at the words she wished to tell this new one. She had three years of this to look forward to?
  
  She slumped in her seat as the killjoy went on. Sure he probably had a point, school had been… School had been getting worse. She missed first year dearly. Still she was their hype girl! She took a deep breath and put back on her signature smirk, a mixture of ‘Lets fuck shit up’ and a ‘Try it bitch’.
  
  She kept it up even as the sorting hat sang it’s bleakest song since her own second year, The Divide they called it. Bullshit she called it. People put way too much stock in the Hat’s supposed divinitative sight. She didn’t see how the hat was all that great. Yeah she was enjoying hufflepuff, but not because of some dumb hat but because she chose to. She put in the work, and that’s why she was a hufflepuff.
  
  She pointed to the girls across from her roughly before wiggling her fingers as she brought them back to herself.
  
  “Scared yet? Ooooogggggggaaaaabooogaaaa-”
  
  She couldn’t even keep up the bad witch act before she started laughing at her own mimicry. She put her hand on her chin as she crossed the other over her chest. She started to fidget in her seat as she did her best to toss the hat’s words out of her mind. The backdrop of students filling into their tables wasn’t nearly as riveting the fourth time around. She would care more if she heard their own debates but anyone that wasn’t a hatstall just plan wasn’t interesting enough.
  
  “Kidding but seriously you guys believe this junk?”
  

 

[Cormorant]

Head of House Ravenclaw, Valeria Volta

Valeria watched, expression dancing between disapproval and amusement, as the new Headmaster of Hogwarts plopped down unceremoniously into the seat presiding over the hall. Back too stiff, perhaps, for reasons which would be improper for her to think of in detail... Her lips twitched.

She turned to face the incoming cohort of students and was immediately filled with pity for them when the Sorting Hat began to sing.

The Hat's change in musical taste was not a new fad, but taken together with Grendum's disparaging speech, it might as well have been a funeral dirge for Hogwarts itself -- so filled for pessimism it was for the founding values of their institution.

Perhaps that was a less than charitable reading of the Hat's intentions: the idea of abolishing the house system had long hung around like a specter at their meetings as an alternative to the escalating discord among the student body. Only the power of tradition kept any from acknowledging it. Perhaps this year was the year.

Still, the poor first-year students being subjected to this treatment knew nothing of the complexities of their school's politics! Valeria attempted to give them as inviting a smile as she could.


Renard Lee

Renard fiddled with his watch, looking both bored and irritated. Fifth time he'd broken the thing since he'd enrolled in Hogwarts, all because he'd forgotten to take it off. Not that he could do anything to help it now, since Reparo only seemed to work on the material components of electronic devices. Besides, the magic at Hogwarts would just put it on the fritz again even if he did manage to find a solution. He'd have to wait until the next break to try and get it fixed.

Renard sighed.

It was his favorite watch, and infinitely more accurate than the wind-up ones. It even had a stopwatch function -- did those stupid, stuffy pocket pieces of gold have that?

Egbert, fellow fifth-year and boy from the next bed over, elbowed him in the side in greeting. "Hey, good to see you again after break."

"Please just greet me like a normal person. With your voice."

"But I just did!" Egbert smiled brightly.

"Good god... Heavens above give me strength, even though I'm an atheist..." Renard muttered to himself. He felt a headache coming on, but thankfully, the former Headmaster stood up to speak before either of them could say anything further.

Renard's attention began to drift throughout the Grand Hall. Theo stood among the prefects, currently in that second guise of his as was his custom. Despite their friendship, Renard never understood the boy's reasons, though he'd never pressed Theo on the matter either. Maybe appearances mattered a lot to him.

As always, fellow dueling club student Delynn drew a lot of attention because of her Veela blood. Idly, he wondered how exactly that worked. Was it the blood itself that possessed such potent magic? Obviously, there was a genetic basis to it, but did it work like Muggle genetics, where some specific magical protein was being produced to give her her magical charm? Or was it just suffused into her very being? Since such thoughts were beginning to remind him of the scientific quandary that was Potions -- nay, the whole of his education at Hogwarts -- he decided to drop the subject entirely.

Delynn, in seeking out the boys who were staring at her, met Renard's gaze and glared. Renard blinked at her slowly before facing forward again.

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[Mook-LandStrider]

Fia
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The trip to school had been an uneventful one, Fia having spent a majority of the train ride walking through the walkways occasionally reaching out and feeling out the students within the cabins. She felt those that were new, their uncertainty, their palpable unease and also their almost uncontrollable excitement. It was amazing to bask in such raw emotional turmoil and to feel it from such a new individuals was fantastic. It was a practice she picked up on after her second year, being able to feel out just who was coming in after her, the new blood and new individuals to read. After making a full pass of the train she picked a quiet compartment to slip into before taking the opportunity to pass out on the seat for the rest of the train ride, her mind exhausted from the exertion of combing through so many.

Seeing the thestral's was always something she looked forward to, to see such a manifestation of the boundary of life and death made her skin crawl. The looks she got were always odd, especially from the younger years that hadn't fully realized that the carriages didn't pull themselves. It didn't matter, she was used to people being weirded out by her and it didn't bother her in the slightest... in fact it actually made her smile to sense out their curiosity and pick up on their unease. The trip to the school was uneventful and soon she found herself sitting among the other Hufflepuff house members. She kept mostly to herself, opening her mind to the flurry of thoughts around her, only just picking up on the confusion centered on the man in the had masters chair. She hadn't realized he was there until she became aware of it thanks to the others. She was finally snapped back to reality when Noa came in like a wrecking ball.

"Heya Noa, ah hope yer brakk wis aat least guid ah mostly sat aat hame the entire time as ma dad wis oot on ministry business the sort ah ah'm nae alloo't tae ken aboot" Fia responded before looking up as the man began to speak. She hadn't realized it but feeling out Noa's thoughts brought it to her attention... where was their head of house? They were missing and their former headmaster was now taking the position. "Ah don't like this aat aa." Fia spoke up quietly, echoing the thoughts she felt around her. The speech was rough, let alone the solemn song sung by the hat. The mood within the hall was palpable, feelings of uncertainty, anger, curiosity, longing, despair, and most of all... a lovely tinge of terror. The swirl made Fia's head swim causing her to momentarily lose grip with reality before snapping back and running a hand through her short white hair "Im nae, bit ah can clype ye aat alot o others are. The smell o fear an palpable terror is almost delightful though aat sounds zatny affa. People ah worried an ah guess thats the wye it shid be if the hat is richt."

"Loon are ye a pile o barely contained worry. Ah don't even need tae skim yer mind tae clype ye are wired" Fia said picking up on Noa's fidgeting. "Alot o others seem tae be warslin wi this, nae shocked this kinda sucks ah guess ah ah'll be in fur alot this year" Fia continued before taking a deep breath and trying to block out the peaking mental calamity erupting around the room.




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[The Regal Rper]

Sir Relish | The Golden Bowl | The Halls​

It was not hard to understand that something was wrong here. He understood it almost after a few seconds entry into the great halls and getting, accustomed in his seat, with his peers.

When bright green eyes looked down the halls to where the faculty resided in welcome meeting, he understood in short that something was indeed wrong here. Miss Shafiq's place was occupied by another- ergo, she had either stepped down or had been replaced.

"Are you seeing this?" Delilah Walsh whispered just across to him. Hard to tell she was looking though with those bangs.

Seeing it? He was analyzing it.

"Strange," came the calm reply of Markwell Spring, the squat fellow observing with his large square glasses. "It seems there's been some trouble while we've all been away" the half-dwarf chipped in.

Probably a understatement at most. But the ceremony starting would give insight soon enough. Shafiq rose at last when all was ready, and then just as she was getting into gear with that friendly welcoming air he vividly recalled- tapping came. A melody of disharmony that rapped a beat loudly. It honestly threw him completely for a loop. It was rare, incomprehensible even, that the traditional ceremonial procedures of greeting the first years be changed so drastically with such a sharp- and from what he could sense- soon to be unpleasant interruption.

Then the question: Do you think magic is fun?

For the first time, speaking in just as hushed tones as his peers he asked, "is that a rhetorical question?" No humor found within. Markwell and Delilah shrugged. Peter, Louise and several others made confused faces down the Ravenclaw table.

Not a soul replied as seconds ticked on. He wanted to. Of course he knew if he did raise his hand to reply it would only end in his own undoing. As if reading another mind he turned to look over his shoulder, spotted him- and in the same instant Fareed turned around to look for him from the Hufflepuff table. The snicker Kyung saw got a small smile but a shake of his head in response.

The question was eventually answered, and the reply that the current headmaster gave, while logically sound, was also quite a bleak look at things overall. Yet to say he did not understand would be a lie, for what more was magic than as a means to the end in the same manner phones were a means to communication in the muggle world, or the internet to facilitate information. It was a simple explanation painted in a rather cynical worldview. It may have turned on the frowns and narrowed eyes of those that surrounded him and most definitely other students, heavens probably the first years weren't liking this intro to Hogwarts- but to say he subscribed to that sort of mindset would be a lie.

King's smile, long evaporated after the brief nonverbal communication with Fareed, assumed a rather bored expression to the rest of the anon headmaster's speech. And once he was done, finally, he took a simple sip of orange juice and with a huff said to his peers: "For a second there I feared he was going to monologue." No hint of humor in his dry statement, but certainly a statement that made the others crack a smile.

A smile that soon whittled away at the morbid hat's song.

Kyung took a bite of his jelly on toast, green eyes glancing the headmaster's way, then staying on Miss Shafiq before he returned to his breakfast. Nose crinkling in distaste.

"Welcome to your first year at Hogwarts kids, sure to be a lovely time."

A sip of orange juice, "Provided you get the house no one will pick on that is."

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[BriiAngelic]

• Isaac “Isa” Aquilo || 7th Year's Laziest Ravenclaw Prefect

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  ~ Ravenclaw Table ~
  Mint || Isa’s CS File
  
  He was unimpressed by this. The seventh time around one tends to zone out. He fully intended to practice some charm work in the lull before he’d be called upon to escort the baby first years to their tower. He started to hum the tune to the last sorting song seeing if he could remember it well enough. Ever since he’d come to Hogwarts he never heard the same melody twice. Last year’s even made Ravenclaw sound cool for once, not that it wasn’t but the songs we’re pretty bad all around.
  
  He walked down to the table annoyed by the overcrowding. Sure the table magically expanded to fit everyone but the idiots still tried to huddle up to the front. He opted to stay as far from the sprall as he could. Though he initially planned to go stir shit up and mess with his favorite underclassmen, Relish boy, he saw that most of the sprawl went to him. Instead he took up the end most and sat with an older Ravenclaw, Mercy. She was, like himself, another slytherin legacy ravenclaw. Another boy, Able, joined them as well.
  
  “Heya Aquilo, ya done sulking or are you planning to ignore the sorting again?”
  
  He opened his mouth to object but the objection never came as Naila was interrupted with such power that the entire hall slowed to a silence. He looked up with a glance one could almost call a glare of defiance to the new Headmaster. Really? When he had but one year left?
  
  The silence lasted at their end as the elder students knew better than to let loose. There was a time, place and occasion for such stunts. When the man spoke his piece the others slowly began to speak again. His own little corner of Ravens locked eyes. He could see the thoughts being conveyed in the only safe way they knew. Suddenly he was far more interested in his baby ravens. He waited until everyone’s attention was back on Naila before he went back to the table’s conversation in a hushed whisper.
  
  “Looks like we’ll all be caring about it huh.”
  
  “I guess but like just what was all that huh. ‘Bet he thinks he’s hot stuff. Being an Auror and prision guard doesn’t mean you know how to be headmaster though.”
  
  “Sure but that doesn’t mean we can just shrug it off either.”
  
  And his words were quite the understatement as the hat came out singing a premonition of doom. He knew the hat was never wrong. Never. So now none of them could afford the luxury of peace. Especially his fellow prefects. He rose as he heard the song. He’d need to be closer, it was important to hear this sorting. He ducked around people before planting himself in a seat closer to the front.
  
  It seemed his previous wish to irk Kyung would be fulfilled as he found himself near the younger. With a glance to the side he planted himself practically right across. He heard another name be called up Baker, Margret. Seemed the girl was going to Gryffindor house judging by the roars of cheer coming from the table.
  
  “Hey there Relish, what’d I miss.”
  

 

[EldridSmith]

After the ceremony was over Theo turned to Delynne who seemed to have calmed down now. Howeverthe two people were in between him and his friend so he rather quietly asked them to move, which they did begrudgingly as the boys were clearly infatuated with Delynne, but his icy glare and silent threat was far more persuasive at the moment. He slid over next to her with concerned look. "Is anything causing you concern Delynne?" He articulately declared as per usual. "If you need anything I'm here to help." He declared with a friendly smile, he wasn't a perfect for nothing and he helped everyone who asked as long as it didn't hinder him with his studies or plans. "I do hope you found your break to be invigorating." He declared, withholding his usual distaste for the break in which he had to return home to deal with his family, truly dreadful accounting their variance from the typical loving household. This year was probably going to be like last year: Study, research, classes, and social gatherings in the house. Something he truly enjoyed in fact. School was his haven from it all, a place to peruse his passions generally unhindered by his household and their relentless pursuits of trying to politically marry him off. His attention was soon caught by the merrymaking the Hufflepuffs who consigned themselves to mediocrity, the Gryffindors to their boneheaded pursuit of bravery in which they would likely die for lost causes or plain stupidity, he could respect those of the Ravenclaw house. They pursuit of knowledge was similarly impassioned like his own. If not for his circumstances requiring him to focus on his ambitions he would likely have ended up in the Ravenclaw house. But such dwelling on the past did him no favor in the present as his attention returned this friend. "Ready to start another year Delynn?"
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[Colorless Spectrum]

Renley Watts

Renley was unlike herself throughout the whole train ride up until the end of the sorting hat's awful song. Whoever talked to her was ignored, their words falling on deaf ears. The only thing she could think of was the fact that her mother and father hid the fact that she was adopted for so long. She didn't know what to think of it if she was being honest, finding the mix of emotion something she can't express properly.

"I don't even know what to believe anymore." She said grimly to Noa's question unconsciously, but if she was her usual self she would have answered with a cheerful disagreement towards the headmaster. People like him were ones that she hated, his magic is the opposite of hers after all.

Renley shook her head lightly as if it would help in getting her thoughts about her adoptive and biological parents away but it really didn't. Still, she placed a small smile on her lips, "Sorry about that, just some family stuff on my mind." She claimed with a sigh, a pained look in her eyes.

"In any case, this new headmaster sucks. I can't believe Professor Shafiq went down from being headmaster, not that I don't think she'd be a great Head of House just that this is all fishy." The Hufflepuff Seeker said while tapping at their foodless table.

Listening to conversations about the hat and the new headmaster had only put her mood in the dumps more than it already was, it was quite hard for her to put on that optimistic demeanor that she usually held. "I'm hungry, where's the food?" She asked hoping that maybe food will brighten up her spirit, and she was also quite hungry.

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[BriiAngelic]

• Naila & Grendum || Collab B/w Brii & Jet

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  She let them go on theorizing as they wished. Silencing fears would not overcome it. Yet the atmosphere felt just as stuffy as one would expect a court to be. Worry, anxiety, fear, anger. With a glance to Grendum she moved forwards again. This time she wouldn’t be stopped, it was no time for theatrics. She raised her wand and started to speak a spell into existence, quickly her eyes flew to Grendum and whatever spell she had intended for was not completed as she silenced herself. Only the first syllable could be caught “Rescr” before she let it be drowned out to the symphony of student’s panic
  
  “Lacerna Lenio”
  
  A wave of magic pulsed through the great room, and with it silence. The atmosphere shifted. Students felt as though they’d received an enveloping of calm. Anxieties lifted. The sorting hats song was now not nearly the all encompassing worry it should have been. She brought up her motherly headmaster atmosphere once again.
  
  
  

  

  
  
  "What are you doing!" Grendum shouted from his ornate chair, furiously standing as the room turned into a mushy mess of delusional students. This was completely unacceptable. The insane teacher thought it was reasonable to "drug" an entire room and boy was Grendum enraged. His temple bulged with veins, hands clenching his decorative cane when he marched over to Naila.
  
  "Taking the piss at my expense are you?" He droned, removing his wand from the cane. His eyes stared deep into hers, burning hot as he pointed his wand towards the charmed students.
  
  "Finite incantatem" he snapped, smirking when his counter-charm made her spell disappear.
  
  "Magic is a tool, remember?" He continued, placing his wand back into his cane. Then he turned and headed back to his seat, adding one last barb when he reclined.
  
  "We'll be discussing your show after the feast" he went, crossing his arms with a deep breath.
  
  A grimace fell across her face as she stepped back. A poor decision indeed. Grendum blocked her again. She evened out her expression before she stashed away her wand. The students weren’t strong enough to break out of it themselves, why would he keep making life harder for them and her. She looked back at the man and spoke not a word. From across the teacher’s table Auke stood and spoke.
  
  “With this. I believe it’s time for supper. After you’re done follow your prefects out to your common rooms.”
  
  She listened to him speak with an uncharacteristic smirk hidden on her face as she leaned her head down and away from the students. She took a deep breath in and out before looking back to the others.
  
  “Oh and would one prefect of each house hold back. We must speak to you all after the feast.”
  
  

  

  
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[BriiAngelic]

• Noa Moon || 5th Year Hufflepuff Hype-Girl

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  ~ Great Room ~
  Here Comes Trouble || Noa’s CS File
  
  She waved off the idea of her break. It was great but she was still hearing it from her parents' worry from the fights between houses. Her parents were liking it to gang violence perpetrated by the school. They weren't wrong; she supposed the houses were pretty divided. Hell half the castle was sectioned off quarters of the four houses. But it never really mattered that much right? Right?
  
  “You know rumors they’ll be gone in a week or so. Unless they wanna be looking for a new chosen one like an idiot. Prophecy smophecy. You just gotta deal with your own chickens. And you’re right the prof’s demotion is super super fishy!”
  
  She didn’t quite get the use of an inside voice for the most part. Even when she tried, luckily enough the din of the lunchroom silenced her within the others' conversations. Unluckily more than just that happened. She felt a haze go over her thoughts. Suddenly she felt relaxed, calm, like her worries were all melting away. It was familiar. She’d felt this every so often coming to Hogwarts.
  
  She leaned back into her chair with a little pleased grin on her face. Then suddenly it was ripped away from her. The calm and soft atmosphere became sharp again as the once panicked students seemed to get more concerned. No… what had happened?
  
  She didn’t get the chance to figure it out as Professor Auke called for supper. Suddenly the thought of eating was less appealing. Yet before her held all of her favorites, the elves were on 110% percent today as the options were nearly double what they usually were. She grabbed her goblet and spoke “melon soda” and it filled with her favorite with a quickness. Even the soothing soda couldn’t get her past the feeling of unease left behind at the wake of the broken incantation. She waited until supper ended and Naila called for prefects to stay behind before speaking again.
  
  “What do you think that’s all about?”
  

 

[The Regal Rper]

Sir Relish | The Golden Bowl | The Halls​

A sip of orange juice. Perhaps he should have been down to the halls earlier in the day to grab proper supper with the others instead of staying in his room, glued to a book.

“Hey there Relish, what’d I miss."​

"Nothing of interest, of that I can assure you" Lying replied. "And how are you doing Prefect Aquilo?" The refusal to use his first name more of a sign that Kyung found calling Isaac by his simple first name rather disrespectful. Something of a habit from home really.

Kyung's mood of displeasure faded rather quickly however and almost instantly he felt the sour note that had lingered after even hearing the presence of the hat, fade. It was like being smacked with upbeat electro funk. He didn't realize what the cause was till he looked up to see Miss Shafiq, and seeing her work her magic (literally) made him smile. Of course seeing Miss Shafiq in general always brought a minor sense of calm to Kyung, it was honestly disappointing to see her position had been usurped by the Powers That Be. Such negativity seemed to be sucked up, drained like a tub about to overflow, and the instant Kyung felt that relaxation hit him in full- looking around the table to see the same effect on his peers-- his eyes snapped open.

In that instant, he heard a bark and saw the Headmaster, his wand flashing. Kyung's annoyance and irritation sparked back to life instantly. Relaxation burned up with him rising from his seat. Irritation in his eyes as he stared silently. Small lips quirked down, a neutral expression on his face.

Did she do what he thought she had?

He looked around the tables. Judging by the confusion spreading, he was certain she had.

Maybe it had been for the first years but to affect the rest of them by extension- well Kyung hadn't really liked it. Logically he understood why, and he appreciated her concern- but plenty of times he had been fine without it and few times he had felt it was unnecessary during a situation. A violation. He hadn't really felt like he needed comforting in this moment- let alone have it placed on him. It reminded him a bit of lessons back home. The more in depth look into the dark Arts courtesy of his elder cousins. Especially after he had been the sheep to be caught by the butcher that day.

Although the spell had briefly brought calm, it now left a bad taste in his mouth.

Well, expression calm, tone upset- rising after the permission to be gladly dismissed from this absolute sham of a ceremony, Kyung rose. "I believe I'll see you all soon. I will be retiring early."

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[BriiAngelic]

• Isaac “Isa” Aquilo || 7th Year Laziest Ravenclaw Prefect

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  ~ Head of The Great Room ~
  True Colors || Isa’s CS File
  
  He figured that Relish was going to be acting up from his little calling to him. But really why call him by his last name when he could get the chance to poke fun at his first name, really he should blame his parents. The British were so odd with their culture, case in point his own maternal side of the family. Either way he didn’t have the chance to tease more before a wave of calming peace came upon him.
  
  Soon the unease of the house song was burned away and he round himself slumping into his chair with a relaxed dozing off. Ah, this was Bliss. He broke out in a smile as he looked to the head of the Great Room as Professor Naila stood with a smile on her face before the sense of ease was torn apart.
  
  The rush of unease came back even stronger turning into a proper fear of things to come. Why was that? It was so familiar, losing himself to a life of no worries. Yet unlike every other time he didn’t keep the bliss. What had happened? He sat up straight holding a hand over his face.
  
  Supper? They wanted to serve supper, now? After that whiplash of emotion? He looked at his plate with a glare. It soon filled up with all the manners of foods he liked. Yet he could only poke at it. He ate a paltry amount at the thought of just what they wanted with the prefects. He saw the eyes of the other seventh year prefect. Yup seems that he’d be the one held back. She was always strict with the “Setting an example for their younger peers”. He knew he definitely didn’t intend to lead them back anyways.
  
  Besides he was always the better of the two at notetaking. He was sure he’d have to relay it all back to her later. Even if Professor Naila didn’t require him to, she'd never let him go unless he did. He sighed as Relish rose intending to retire early.
  
  “Have Fun Relly. Let me know how it goes once the kiddos are all done eating and gawking at the walls. Remember we’re gonna have a meeting later for the First Night Ceremonies. Bring blankets and shit. Oh grab mine too please and thank youuuu."
  
  He grabbed his neck massaging out a crick in it as he rose to his own two feet. Approaching the Head of the Great Room he glanced over to the other three prefects that would be coming along for the meeting. He scoffed at their choices as he shoved his hands into his pockets under the robe. His mind was too preoccupied with that song. Was that the reason behind this strange meeting?
  
  
  

 

[EldridSmith]

Theo spent most of dinner comforting Delynn and talking to her about other things to keep her distracted after she confided her concerns to him and he addressed them the best he could. He made sure to keep the others from hearing their conversation with a variation of silencio, so she could talk freely without concerning herself with the others. Thankfully the boys in the dorm knew to behave themselves while he was talking with her. However dinner was drawing to a close and he had a meeting to attend to so he instructed the boys not to bother her. She was one of his better friends and since she was having a hard time due to fears of the new headmaster, he wanted to make sure no one made things worse.

Now full from dinner as his appetite hadn't been affected in the slightest, he made his way to the prefect meeting. Considering the new headmaster he wasn't surprised this was happening, they would likely lay down the law for them, talking about rewards, punishments, adding new rules, removing old ones, and ramble off about themself, what they did, why they were doing this, and the general long winded speeches so often found in bureaucratic affairs. He was used to long winded speeches by now, and he himself was more than apt at making them, though he preferred not to. The rule change was typical with any change in power or management, and the necessity to explain them was often used so those that found the rules unreasonable would accept them, even if it was begrudgingly. However Theo was expecting the unexpected, as this headmaster was far from the usual change that happened in a school or government post. This man was a wild card, and he couldn't recall a headmaster in Hogwarts like him in the past, things were likely going to get shaken up.

Still Theo was willing to do just about anything to avoid his family, even if it meant sucking up to the new headmaster who seemed to be uncouth and unruly at his best... he would rather avoid that route, but with his research starting to hit a wall he was running out of options. He needed to try and find a way to perform more... risky research with permission, after all he was a prefect and while he could get away with some research outside of the rules, this wasn't something he was willing to risk his position, and more importantly, his chance to escape his family's control on. The new headmaster seemed to be a person who followed the rule of the jungle or made strict rules constricting everyone. If it was the former he would have a chance to get this passed with his position and strength. If he was the latter he would have to file countless appeals and other paperwork forms to get it passed. If he wasn't either, he would have to adapt as his current plans relied on the man being one of the two he judged the man to be. Regardless he wasn't going to give up, not with his future on the line. With that in mind he waited for the meeting to begin.

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[Colorless Spectrum]

Renley Watts

The calming spell was just what she needed with a lot of things on her mind but that was ripped away by the headmaster's countercharm. Of course, it was something she had experienced every so often in Hogwarts. With Renley's eyes shifted towards the faculty, she felt irritation at the sight of the new headmaster spouting at Professor Shafiq before heading back to his seat. There wasn't anything she could do there.

It was odd, but she didn't get enough time to think as supper came. She really wasn't feeling like eating but then again, she didn't want people to think otherwise and so she did what she dies best during mealtime. Eat to her stomach's content but this time, she was forcing herself to eat the food as she always does. She was especially hoarding the sweets in front of her eyes. But somehow it all felt as if they lacked something. "Great food as always, a hundred over ten." She falsely praised.

She got quiet once again after eating, her mind falling into thoughts she didn't want to think about. "Hey, it's time to go." Another Hufflepuff beside her said. With a nod, Renley got up and proceeded with all of her other housemates that were not prefects. "Beats me." She said nonchalantly to Noa. Once out the door, she put on a big smile with her hands to her hips. "Alright kiddos, let's go to our awesome common room." She motioned for the baby puffs to lighten the mood and bring some good old cheer in their faces. If the faculty were gonna give them frowns, she'll do her best to turn it upside down.

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[Mook-LandStrider]

Fia

The calm that had descended from all around them made Fia’s racing mind slow. The influx of emotions slowly began to die off and everything seemed to relax. However, after a few seconds of calm she sensed it above all the noise and emotions in the room. A fit of anger, and pure disdain flooded down from where the headmaster was. Fia’s mind swam as she was almost overwhelmed by the emotional wave before his voice booming snapped her out of her stupor.

She hadn’t heard anything that Noa was saying as she wiped a small tinge of blood away from her nose as it dribbled out, her mind still reeling from the intense surge now picking up once more around the room. Fia squeezed her eyes shut before the emotional noise died out as food appeared. Letting out a large sigh of relief she wiped another dribble of blood away from her nose before looking at all the food.

The recent onset of chaos had almost spoiled her appetite. While she had gotten better at controlling what happened, the sudden intensity was overpowering. She even seemed to have gone a little more pale than she normally was. “That was mair than Ah wanted tae experience.”

She partially mumbled out, her stomach aching with hunger but her body unwilling to eat even a bite after its recent turmoil. She looked to her friends and she felt Noa’s unease even as the girl ate her fill. She looked to Renley and felt out the girl’s emotions. She seemed better off than most but still there was an underlying unease. Closing her eyes again Fia tuned out the world entirely until she felt a hand on her. Jolting back to reality her eyes went wide before realizing everyone was getting up. “Yes, Ah woods loove tae gie tae th' common room. Ah jist want tae laze aroond lae ay th' nicht, mah heed is killin' me." She spoke up before sniffling, trying to keeping her nose from bleeding anymore.

Moving ahead of them some Fia was quickly making her way from the great hall, wanting to get away from the swirling mass of negative emotions. She didn't let them overly influence her but she didn't want to be around it if she didn't have to, and at this point she was free to go back to the common room and she wanted to get there more than she wanted to talk to anyone from the other houses.

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[Taigakitt]

Jaqueline Jay Cat​

That time of year, it was. The purple-skinned girl recalled when she first came to Hogwarts how unsettled she had been, how lost. There was so much she was still trying to learn and understand, most especially about herself.

It took time and attempted patience to get to where she was now: still an impatient girl, but more at ease with her lack of a past to recall. Well, she doesn’t dwell on it nearly as much. The void of family has filled with her friends and she found herself enjoying her time lately.

Building her own family didn’t erase all of the pain from not knowing her family or past. One of her goals was to still learn about what happened to her. Metamorphmagi are rare, and yet, she had yet to find any inkling of what happened to her so long ago.

Maybe she just sucked at research.

If her task was going to be a dangerous one, it was probably best to graduate Hogwarts first. She only just became a 6th Year after all.

The shouting voice didn’t even take Jackie out of her musings as she tapped a finger that she had turned into a claw on the table. Why a claw? Well, because the tapping sounded more satisfying that way.

At some point, she had dozed off without realizing it. The festivities would be fun, but the speeches were always the boring portion.

At some point in her nap, she had grown a long cat tail and ears and whiskers, personifying a sleepy cat as she was crashed back against the chair, snoring, her finger no longer tapping the table.

It was when her leg jerked, smacking the table, and her weight up against the back of the chair that caused her to fall back, right out of the chair and onto the ground.

With a start, she sat up, her current cat-ears swiveling and her tail all poofy, “WHAT!?”

No matter what attention she had brought her way, it seemed people were already filtering out. She snorted when she realized she might have zoned out through the whole thing.

Not bothered, she stood up quickly, losing the tail and ears as she dusted her butt off, quickly catching up with any of the Hufflepuff she recognized as they filtered to their common room.