Hogwarts- A New Rise [Inactive]

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Irvin stood in the long but shortening line, feeling a mixture of emotions- mainly nervousness, excitement, wonder and confusion. A combination that was certain to make butterflies in anyone's stomach.


The nervousness was from knowing that his fate for the next seven years was soon to be decided, and the vast lack of knowledge he had about any of this. Yes, the weird talking hat- the sorting hat?- had recited a splendid poem explaining a little about the four houses with weird names like Gyriffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin, and Hufflepuff (what the heck was a Slytherin or a Hufflepuff? Irvin had never heard of them before, but then again, he barely knew anything about this wizarding stuff) but he would of liked a more detailed explanation.


The excitement was from the prospect of finding out his house, even though he really didn't know much about them. It would be cool to be in the smart house, or the brave one. Irvin wasn't really sure about the other two, though he couldn't remember which ones were which. It was almost as exciting as getting a wand. A real, magical wand that he could preform spells with! He hadn't tried his out yet, but he was practically itching to.


The wonder was from everything. It was all so odd wonderful and who could've imagined that magic existed?! And he could use it! Irvin Thornton was a wizard! He'd always wanted to go on adventures like the ones in the books he loved so much, and now here he was, on his unbelievable adventure. A wizard school! The little that he'd seen of Hogwarts was awe-inspiring. Any castle would've been amazing to explore, but this one had talking hats, magic ceilings, and thousands of floating candles, and who know what else!


The confusion was from, again, really not knowing anything about the wizarding world. Irvin thought he got the gist of what was going on, but he wasn't completely sure.


After a while of waiting in that grand hall, he heard it.


"Thornton, Irvin!"


Irvin stepped forwards and sat on the stool like all the people before him, and his vision was suddenly obscured by the giant hat that was dropped over his head and eyes.


Not long after at all, he heard the hat whisper in his ear,


"Hm. Not a very hard worker, are you? But you're loyal to your friends... clever and smart and want to be best...." It paused for a second, then inquired abruptly, "Where should you be placed?"


"I- I don't know!" Irvin squeaked quietly, embarrassed that he didn't have an answer.


"No preference? Alright then, SLYTHERIN!"


Irvin took the hat off and, putting it back on the stool, he headed towards the tables with the students that were cheering for him.


The Slytherin house is the green one and you're in it, he mentally noted. It would be bad to forget something like that, and if he did forget which houses were which, he was sure to put himself in very awkward and embarrassing situations.


When he reached the table, not having seen which other Slytherins were first-years he sat down in the closest open seat beside an older-looking girl with long, wavy, auburn hair.
 
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"Looks like the vermin are breeding." Thought Ikomo as progressively more Slytheryns where called. Before it had been rather small and Hufflepuff dominating the student body, but they meshed with Ikomo well. For the most part. The other house which he really just associated with the "I am helping you and you need to help me" kids. Finally a first year didn't sit at the mass of first years. A taller first year girl walked over to his general area. "Make some room people!" He said annoyed that they where ignoring her. He couldn't stand those people who ignored others but he had to spend three more years with there stuck up attitudes. To be frank a fair number of the Slytheryns where nice people just a little self absorbed.he got with his statement a few of his friends to move over for the girl. "Welcome to Ravenclaw! Here we have smart people, shy people, and historically the largest Asain population at the school. My name is Ikomo." He said extending his hand to the girl.
 
Axon Stood In the passage way near the table that he and the other professors sat at. As the head master for the last seven years he had seen many great wizards and witches move through these hollowed halls of learning. He himself was among the most highly gifted students and was top in his year! Axon was proud of his school career but never boasted, his record spoke for itself. As with every year Axon would wait for the students to be done with the sorting before making his appearance.


Like a proud father, he beamed from the shadows at his new students. He knew this year would be special, unlike last year when one of the students got hit by the whomping willow. He laughed for an hour after he found out the student was ok. Still waiting he tapped his Mahogany wand at his side and stayed out of site, keeping the illusion of mystery going.
 
Sidara Henderson sat at the Slytherin Table with slight interest in the Sorting Ceremony being presented to the entire Great Hall. To be perfectly honest, the auburn haired girl was more interested in eating the Hogwarts food and catching up with friends before class in the morning. Despite her own selfish needs, Sidara sat through the Ceremony, raising an eyebrow in question throughout the Sorting Hat's poem. She believed this year's was quite interesting, as it incorporated ideals from each of the four houses. Perhaps it was even clever, though the girl would never admit this aloud.


One thing that always drew Sidara to the Sorting Ceremony were the Slytherin prospects that joined them each year. She always found herself sitting with various friends, taking bets up to five Knuts to determine which first years would be joining them. Continuing this tradition for the fifth year, Sidara had a pretty good track record of winning their little game. It was also a good opportunity to her to guess who would be a brilliant Quidditch player in years to come.


While Sidara continued to analyze the first years, she found herself smirking lightly in seeing the awe and fear on their faces. You'll get used to it. She chuckled with a mental roll of her eyes, knowing that these first years would soon be integrated into the Hogwarts' society. The floating candles had their charm at first, though they had become a normality in this grand Hall over time. Always a great sight to see, she was glad to be back at Hogwarts.





"Thornton, Irvin!" She heard the Headmistress call in the distance, causing Sidara to pay attention once more.


Sidara looked at the child who stepped up onto the stool, snickering softly when she saw the hat covered his eyes. She recalled her own Sorting Ceremony where all she saw was darkness until the Sorting Hat was removed from her head. Studying the boy like she had done with the others, she raised an eyebrow and saw the Slytherin potential based on what the Sorting Hat said in its assessment.


"Five Knuts the Hat says Slytherin." She called to her friends with a smirk, winking at them and watching their dumbfounded faces. To her delight, the boy was placed in Slytherin and she clapped loudly not only at the new member of their House, but the money she was acquiring. When the younger boy walked over and sat beside her, Sidara decided to be nice and introduce herself. "Nice job, Thornton. Welcome to Slytherin! I'm Sidara Henderson, 6th year." She remarked with a smug smirk playing on the edge of her lips, extending her hand to shake his.
 
Kiro had sat down at the table from the previous year he was sure they would have switched up the tables atleast a little bit. But nope, all that changed was the place he sat at normally. He watched as new students crossed his path and sat at the table. The boy sighed softly and pulled a wand out of his pocket staring at it softly. He was rather bored at the time and couldn't wait until the classes would start and he could even go back to his dorm. Placing his arm on the table he leaned into it having a bored tone to his face while he flicked the wand and a cup filled with wine floated up. His attention averted to the one who was making some what of a scene but that was normal. Kiro glanced to the wine cup that was floating in the air only to drop it and catch it taking a small sip out of it. This was getting even more boring much faster. Atleast the first year he was able to speak with others who just started out like him, things were more interesting then.


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Night watched until his name was called. First it was a few others then it was finally him. "Misuki, Night!" The boy shivered in fear as he was called he was a bit worried about the hat knowing it would place him in a group with the unkown. He had been a bit shy, but knew it would get better when he was placed. His fear was beginning to get the best of him and caused his heart to speed up rather quickly.


After making it to the top of the stairs, the boy sat down and winced as the hat was placed upon his head. He cringed up and bit his lip. "Please don't be to hard." He muttered as the hat questioned his look and began thinking. "Hm, you're best place is HufflePuff. But, theres other things inside of you. Great adventures lie within. I think I know where you'll be." The hat smiled at this and looked to all of the tables. "Slytherin!" The hat smirked and glanced down to Night. "Enjoy your placement."


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Midnight was just after his brother and smirked softly hearing the words. "Misuki, Midnight!" He held a smug look across his face and approached the seat only to sit down and look towards everyone eyeing them closely. No matter where he was placed he would be stuck with the stupidity of others. He glared up at the hat and grumbled. "Stupid little hat, don't you dare put me in something stupid like 'RavenClaw.' or even 'HufflePuff.' I heard you talking to my brother, both of those names sound stupid as hell." The hat simply chuckled at him and closed it's eyes thinking for a moment. "Well you're in luck. RavenClaw is not in your game. Your all that attitude doesn't place you in HufflePuff either. Gryphindor is rather close to you but. I see the snakes clouding your mind. You have dangerous things in your future." The hat looked back to the crowd and shouted. "Slytherin!" Midnight lifted the hat and placed it on the seat himself looking back to the hat. "Yea better put me there stupid thing. You don't know a thing." He hopped from the stage making his way to the slytherin table. Once there he glanced around and pointed to another first year. "You, Kid. I like that spot now beat it!" He shouted and the young kid jumped up quickly and moved over a couple of tables trying to stay out of the way. On his way by, he smacked his brother in the back of the head smirking. "Well Night looks like we're stuck together for the period of this school." He snickered and sat down where the boy from before was sitting and looked back up to the stage watching the rest of the people get chosen. He grabbed an apple to start munching on it.
 
Nice job? Irvin didn't feel like he'd really done anything. All he'd done was sit under a hat. He smiled a little shyly back though, and took the girl's hand to shake in greeting.


"Um, thank you. Nice to meet you." He replied in a friendly tone. He still wasn't really used to how people here called each other by their last names, and wondered if he should adress the older girl as Sidara or as Henderson. Irvin had moved here a little while ago in June, after his school year ended. His parents had thought it would be easier than moving during the school year, and so he hadn't had much experience with this. He could always ask, but he quickly decided that he'd just figure it out through observation.


And he was glad the first person he met at Hogwarts was at least acting friendly, but he couldn't help but wonder why her smile looked so proud. Immediately his mind went and assumed the worst, and Irvin suddenly feared that she was making fun of him.


His thoughts, however, were interrupted as someone shouted "You, Kid. I like that spot now beat it!"


Irvin reactively turned his head towards the source of the voice, and quickly spotted a fellow first-year scaring another first-year out of their chair. Watching this scene made Irvin angry. He'd been treated like that a few times before, and he knew how it felt.


He felt a flash of hot anger in his stomach, but he didn't get up, or tell the dark-haired boy off or anything. The person he scared had already left, and he didn't think he could do much anyways. He wasn't very strong, didn't know a single spell, and getting in trouble on the first night wouldn't be worth it anyways.
 
It was a brilliant night for the sorting ceremony, and if it weren't for said ceremony Harlow would have found himself awkwardly practicing spells under the moon light. Being a well behaved student had it's perks, for instance, a broken curfew was more easily forgiven if it was your first offense. These thoughts crossed the fourteen year old's mind as he waited for the hat to call out the new groups houses. So far there had been no new Hufflepuff's and that fact was not surprising to him, the world was filling more and more with Slytherin's. Although Slytherin's as people never bothered Harlow but personally they hated him. A soft nature was not part of Salazar's regime, which suited them just fine but did not play well with the Hufflepuff's.


Twiddling his thumbs nervously Harlow wondered if this would possibly be the year that he would make a friend. If this could be the year that he worked up the courage to actually talk to the Head Master, to tell him how much he admired his brilliance. Perhaps this year he would finally master his stupid argumentative wand. Or would all of his dreams fall flat, would Harlow be doomed to sit alone twiddling his thumbs for three more years?


Harlow noticed a young boy who was sorted into Slytherin look perplexed as to why he was being congratulated, Harlow knew eventually the same boy would be congratulating a new round of Slytherin and he would understand. It was the nature of the houses, you felt proud to be in a community and when another person entered it you felt proud for them. You felt close, happy to have a fresh face experience the wonders of what your house could offer them. Harlow longed to congratulate a new comer, to welcome someone into his life. It was a hard desperation to feel.
 
After the first year had been appropriately greeted by Ikomo and his friends he looked around slowly at the unanimous fourth year table section. He was across the aisle from a rather disappointed looking Hufflepuff. If only he could lean across the aisle and greet him with a funny joke. As things started to slow down, the sorting hat grew slow as well Ikomo found his conversation boring him. He pulled out his wand and studied it. A beautiful cherry with dragon heart string wand, carvings resembling fire on it he decided it was time.


"Hufflepuff!" He said leaning across the aisle to lonely fourth year. "What wand do you have?" He asked staring at the fourth year. "Don't be shy I only bite on Mondays." He said cracking a awkward smile. He would sit here making cheesy jokes until this kid got a friend even if it mean the end of him.
 
Harlow heard a male's voice call our the word 'Hufflepuff' it made him jump slightly. Of course it took longer than socially acceptable for the young male to realize he was the Hufflepuff in question. He tilted his head in surprise his sandy hair falling into his eyes, those same eyes lighting up noticeably as he stammered a response rather awkwardly. "M-me? Erm... Shy.. Biting. Wonderful I guess that correlates with my schedule of only being bitten on m-mondays." As soon as the words left his mouth, Harlow cringed. It took a moment for him to recover from the verbal trash he had just spouted, but as he did Harlow retrieved his wand.


It was kept secured to his pant leg by a strap emblazoned with the Hufflepuff house colours. "It's Acacia wood, with a Pheonix Feather core. It's fourteen inches. What about yours R-ravenc-claw?" Why did he have to stutter every time he thought a speech was going well. Harlow brushed the bangs from his face, clipping them back with a small blue pin. "My name is Harlow by the way..."
 
"I have a cherry with dragon heart string, Harlow." He said. "I know how it feels to be the odd kid out, heck I had to fly here on my own from Japan. I grasp English pretty well I think. Say you want to come to the Quidditch match tomorrow?" Ikomo asked. This 'Harlow' character seemed like a nice guy, maybe a little bit of a loner but he should fit in with some Hufflepuffs. "And where are my manners." He said scornfully. "My name is Ikomo Kakasheki." He said. He looked at the rest of the fourth year Hufflepuffs. Harlow really should seem to fit in with them... Maybe it would take a little for him to get some friends. "You really strike me as a nice guy Harlow, a little shy, maybe even reclusive at times, but all you have to do is go put yourself out there. If a class is your favorite and someone is saying something wrong just make them look like a fool, get noticed what I am trying at." Ikomo took a long breathe in and out. Now all he had to do was watch it pan out. "And if your not really the show off type, find someone else who is a little timid, likes the same things, if you want me to I could introduce you two maybe. Just it hurts me to see someone lonely in Hufflepuff. There not doing there role if you don't have friends right away. If your about to blame yourself it is to late for that Harlow. Just do it for yourself."
 
Elspeth sat in the chair at the ravenclaw table uncomfortably. When had all of this happened? One second she was wearing a hat and the next she was sitting among a group of scary smart kids! She took a deep breath, thought about what to say, then decided not to say anything. Don't mess this up El. If you mess it up they might send you back home. She thought to herself. She looked around the room looking at some of the other kids. There was a young boy (Irving or something?) who had been sorted into slytherin, over there was a fellow ravenclaw and a huffelpuff chatting. Maybe I could go talk to them? She got up and walked over to them. "Hi! My names El! Whats yours?" She used her best cheery voice and put on her best smile.
 
All most like clock work Axon was approached by a house elf by the name of Koulf. "Sir, all the food is ready!" Axon looked at the house elf and smiled warmly. His voice was low and strong as he spoke "Thank you Koulf, i am sure it will be wonderful like always!" He exclaimed with a wave of his hand. He patted the house elf on the head and with a pop the house elf was gone. He turned back to the great hall and looked at the students. Some of them looked board why others were pulling pranks and having a good time.


Axon always enjoyed the liveliness of the great hall on opening ceremony. It was a vivid realization of how powerful bounds between friends are easily made. It also shows how easily friends can become enemies and the like. It had become a staple piece of the magic of Hogwarts so he loved doing it just to see the look of amazement and wounder on the children's faces.


He waved his wand to signal the staff. The candles flickered but didn't go out and the last few students were bring sorted. He waited patiently and in the shadows, his favorite time was approaching, the welcoming of a new year and new students.
 
She looked around as she noticed the candles flickering. "Oh well. I think somethings gonna happen soon, so catch you later!" She said to the students who probably hadn't even heard her anyways. She walked back to her seat and sat down, wondering what was to happen next.
 
A boy with an auburn mop of colored hair sat in the great hall, his hands folded into fists. He wasn’t sure what he did wrong. Why was he in Gryffindor, when the rest of his family had been placed in Slytherin? He imagined the look on his father’s face when he would tell him, and he felt a knot grow inside his stomach the size of a quaffle.


Gilbert Alexander Fry glanced up toward the front of the noisy hall, his emerald green eyes dancing along the tops of the other students’ heads. He watched intently as another girl was placed into Gryffindor, and he lowered his eyes angrily. He thought back on just a few moments ago:


“Ahhh, Gilbert. You have quite the turmoil in your head,” the Sorting Hat whispered into his mind, causing his body to jolt unexpectedly.


“Don’t call me Gilbert!” he felt himself shout abruptly, his face prickling with heat.


“Brave, I see,” the brown, tattered hat continued atop his head, ignoring his outburst. “But I see a temper in you. Very, very dangerous.” Fry closed his eyes, trying to block his anger from bursting out. He felt the cold tendrils of fear trickle down his spine. “You have great potential, Fry, but where should I place you? Hmmm…”


“GRYFFINDOR!!!”


Fry cringed at the memory, his face heating up once again. He had to ask someone how the Sorting Hat chose the houses. Is it possible it could be wrong? Fry heard about the turmoil the hat had gone through when the Dark Lord had taken over the castle, just to be taken down by the great Harry Potter. He wondered how he felt the day he was chosen into Gryffindor. I bet he knew exactly where he was going. I bet the stupid hat is broken.
 
The last few students were sorted, the hall was in uproar with excitement. He raised his hands and the candles went out. As quickly as the great hall went black, the light flooded back into it, and Axon stood at his podium over looking the great hall. His black haired was tied into a pony tail, his strong face with a slight smile. He raised his hands to the students and spoke " Welcome new students, and to those of you returning i am glade to see you all. Before we begin the feast we must go over a few things, first and for most! There is no going into the forest at night, dangerous creatures wounder the woods and i would like to keep each of you alive. During the day a professor must accompany you. Those caught in the forest at night will be punished along with those alone during the day." His voice was stern and strong, he looked about the students and smiled. " I must also inform you, anything from Weasly Wizarding Wheezes is forbidden in the corridors!" He smirked a bit as he raised his hands again and readied himself for his speech.


" To all my students, i am very happy to see you all! I feel as if we will have a very special year. On this day of ceremony let us not for get the 100th year anniversary of the battle that took place on these grounds. In honor of the 100th year anniversary of Voldemort's defeat, we the staff have created a memorial too those lost during the fray. It is open to all students and is located on the grounds near the whomping willow."


He paused for a moment and the continued. " Before i forget, let me go over the House cup rules. Points will be awarded by the professes and my self for those who prove that there house is worthy of the points. Show them your worth ans show me and the house cup will be yours!"


He waved his hands and then said. " Let the feast begin!" And as he said this the golden plated and goblets filled with food and drink of all types.


He turned and went to his seat. Greeted by the headmistress and the other professors, he sat to eat his meal with a smile on his face.
 
Ikomo turned away from Harlow and listened almost less than intently to the speach. At past the food was deal eased and conveniently the small amounts of food he would consume where within arms reach. He put a small dosage of some duck meat on his plate careful to avoid the legs, a large helping of assorted greens and a small muffin filled with a blue berry paste inside. He turned to his few friends who where acually sitting with the other fourth years and at there tables and said "Whoever can eat the least and tomorrow make it onto the Quidditch team gets my wizard chess set." He said with a sneer. It was obvious to his friends they where going to loose the competition. The year before Ikomo ate nothing and still made it onto the team by a long shot. He didn't have a designate broom he used, and fequitnly got the recently outdated models of brooms that more fortunate members had no use for. He had through some miracle acquired a fire bolt last year, and sold his last broom to a collector. Ikomo carefully found the most vitamin filled and fatty foods on his plate and devoured them like a book. His final eating total was a small peice of duck, and four lettuce leaves.
 
Sidara nodded shortly in response to Irvin's greeting, running a hand through her wavy, auburn hair. "You as well." She replied with a small smirk, shaking his hand in greeting with as much of a polite smile she could manage. Afterwards, she gave him a sly wink before turning back to the middle of the table. She hummed gently while the Sorting Ceremony continued, trying to relax and get her mind off of the Quidditch field waiting for her on the grounds. Though it would be a few weeks before tryouts and the first day of Slytherin practice, Sidara was eager to get back on the field as one of the Chasers for the Slytherin House team.


She was drawn from her thoughts when she heard someone shout not too far away from the table. "You, Kid. I like that spot. Now, beat it!" She overheard, rolling her eyes at the cynical and bossy attitude of some of the students. Frankly, she never had much time for those ways, as she usually schemed to herself until she got what she wanted.


"Don't mind him, kid. Some blokes around her can be arses sometimes, even when they're young." She said somewhat bluntly to Irvin, chuckling mostly to herself and deciding not to reprimand herself for her comment. If there was one thing about Sidara, it was that she always spoke her mind and never spent back on her words. As much as she might not enjoy arrogance (though she had quite a bit herself), Sidara did her best to put up with it.





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Some time later, Sidara saw Headmaster Moggrean being approached by one of the house elves in the kitchen, putting two and two together that the speeches and feast were about to begin. Finally. She thought to herself with a scoff, wondering if the others around her could her the symphony of growls in her stomach. I knew I should have gotten some sweets off the trolley. She thought to herself grumbling softly, knowing that a chocolate frog or three would have held her over.


When the lights went out, she waited patiently for them to come back on, smirking when she saw the Headmaster standing at the podium near the front of the stage. As he went over the rules and regulations of Hogwarts, Sidara chuckled and shook her head at the mention of not going into the Forbidden Forest and products from Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. There was no way that she was going to let him stop her from going on adventures in the forest, as well as using Puking Pastilles or Nosebleed Nougats when she did not fancy going to yet another Transfiguration class. Despite her disagreements, she waited patiently while Moggrean continued, tapping her foot under the table and slowly counting the number of times her toes touched the stone floor.


It was just when she was about to break 200 when she heard Headmaster Moggrean say the phrase she had been waiting for all night. "Let the feast begin!" He exclaimed, causing a large smile to break out on Sidara's face for the first time that night. Her eyes glowed when the food appeared on the tables, and she almost salivated at the sight. Trying to remain as civilized as possible, Sidara took her tie piling food onto her plate and pouring juice into her goblet. It was not too long later when her plate was filled with delicious food, her goblet full with pumpkin juice, as she began to enjoy the lovely meal.
 
Night sat quietly at the slytherin table looking around his hands fidgeting together as if he was nervous. He didn't know what was going on or anything only flinched at the blackening lights. After this, he looked to the headmaster who began to speak. He spoke of rules and winning the house cup even. This was quite interesting he was eager to get the championship now. It would be rather interesting if his team won, maybe learning more magic would get him extra points. It seemed interesting enough and fun. His eyes then lit up to see the once empty table now fill with drinks as well as food. That was cool enough for him. The boy grinned at the thought of having such power and reached for a piece of bread taking a bite of it just to make sure it was real.


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Midnight watched the candles and everything go black before coming back to life. When the headmaster spoke of the forest a smirk broke across his lips. He enjoyed the thought of what monsters might be in there and how exciting it would be to see one even. The man smirked softly and looked around the tables to see if anyone would be thinking the same thing, hopefully they would even join him. Midnight listened to the rest of the speech but continued thinking about the forest. With this he muttered to himself. "Hmph, stop me from going in there I dare them." The boy crossed his arms and watched the cups and plates fill with everything. Midnight frowned softly and grabbed some of the Bertie bots beans and munched on those eating multiple at a time letting the tastes mix together to hopefully ruin the taste of the nasty ones. While doing this he began to grab multiple things placing them on the plate he had in front of him ready to eat as much as possible.


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Kiro who was at the second year table, grinned hearing the boy mention gaining his chess set just for making quidditch. He looked over and simply got up moving behind the man and placing a hand on his shoulder. He grinned wider and laughed. "Your chess set? Really does this apply for me too? If so I'll accept your challenge and go along with you!" He seemed a bit over confident for himself but it was the least of his worries. He ate quite the feast on the train just before arrival and winning a chess set did sound nice. What made it better was it was wizards chess rather then the muggle chess without the smashing of pieces.
 
"I see a Quidditch master in your eyes." Ikomo said to the second year as he ruffled his hair. "Or you can have my nimbus 2001 if you want to. Just remember what position you want to go for!" Ikomo said. He could just use the Gemini curse on the pieces, touch each one and replicate the board with a counter curse to nullify it if he kid got on. Of course he was just trying to keep the kids spirits up so he wouldn't be hated for if he was going for one of the chaser spots be shut out. He chuckled quietly to himself. "Run along now and go tell all your Quidditch hotshot friends about this challenge!" Ikomo said smiling at the boy. Hearing him rush off he burst out laughing and so did his friends. "Does he know who I am? I doubt he heard about he time I turned a rat into a paper plane and flew it around in charms class!" He sputtered between laughs. "He doesn't seem like a bad bloke, he just shouldn't be trying to beat you is all." Someone piped up. Sounded like a third year who is notorious for being incredibly passive. "He isn't really so bad though..." Ikomo said to himself
 
Irvin blinked at Sidara's wink, not entirely sure what she meant or what the wink was for. And at her comment about the Midnight kid that pushed someone out of his way, he nodded in agreement and acknowledgment even though he wasn't sure if he completely agreed with it.


He sat quietly for the rest of the Sorting Ceremony, listening to her humming a tune he didn't recognize, just glancing around at everything in the Hall, his eyes flitting over people and decorations. He noticed a small weird-looking creature with big ears talking to one of the staff members, and he did a double-take as he almost looked over it. He'd never seen something like that before, and he wondered what it was. Irvin glanced at Sidara and considered asking her, but quickly decided that he'd probably find out eventually.


The lights going out was unexpected at startled him for a second, but the fright was only from the surprise and faded just as quickly as the lights coming back on, which really wasn't any time at all.


As the Headmaster went on with his speech, Irvin began to think that he was going to have a fairly difficult time here, and was reminded of the seemingly enormous amount of things he didn't know. What was this Weasly Wizarding Wheeze? And this battle that had happened, and Voldwort thing? A whomping willow? The house tournament and forest rules he could, at least, easily get.


At a flourish of the Headmaster's hands and a declaration of feasting, the food seemed to materialize out of nowhere onto the plates before him and once again Irvin was in awe at the magic that was apparently in this world. He stared at the food, feeling happy at this sudden display of a wizards abilities, a possible glimpse at the many things he'd eventually be able to do.


After a moment he began grabbing a variety of food to pile onto his plate, choosing what looked and smelled best, but before beginning to eat he turned nervously to talk to Sidara once more, thinking that if he was going to embarrass himself and ask questions, that he should do it before she'd started eating.


"Um, I don't really- I mean, this wizard stuff is new to me, and," as Irvin talked several different ways to phrase this occurred to him all at once and they all sounded stupid to him, and he ended up not sure which was the least stupid way of phrasing it, and making everything sound worse, "well, I was wondering, " by now he could feel his cheeks staring to turn slightly hot, and he silently willed them not to "what a whizly wizard wheeze or whatever was, and a voldemort, and that whomping willow thing-" god he hated himself right now. He just stopped talking, looking at the floor, then nervously back at Sidara's face to see if she thought him as stupid as he did right now (which of course anyone would) then looked away again.
 
Fry jumped slightly, startled by the lights going off suddenly. He listened to the powerful man up front, growing fond of him, and was once again startled as the food appeared from nowhere. Growing up with magic, he was familiar with it, but the way that Hogwarts flourished gave him high hopes for the future. His father was almost a legend, being on the council at the ministry, but he was mostly known for his top scores at Hogwarts. Unfortunately for Fry, his father was also named Gilbert Fry.


Needing a distraction from the whirlwind in his head, Fry slowly release his hands that were formed into anxious fists, and started to slowly pick at the food in front of him, wary of the other students that began to throw it back and forth, all laughing. He wondered if he would even make any friends here. He hadn’t realized he was scowling so much until a girl across from him averted her eyes when he met them.
 
Unlike the other Professors, Maxium sat in his office. He had been brooding over the fact that he had lost his golden pendent. After a moment of reflection on where it could be he turned to the leather bound book and opened its pages. The room filled with an eerie glow and he placed his hands on the parchment. His gloved hand was lit up with energy and it flowed over him. He raised his hand and the energy became a thick white oak mask. This was his third year at Hogwarts and now it was time to show his true colors. He took the mask and placed it upon his face. He felt the energy move through him, his mind taken by his deep seeded hate and from the mask flowed thick dark fog. It covered him and he was no longer Maxium but Mist. He glided to the door and into his class room and the room filled with fog. From the fog, three forms took shape. He waved his hand and the three mist forms disappeared through the floors of the room. One took his likeness and moved into the great hall. The others took to the forest to stir trouble and he himself moved too his position on the staircase.


He would wait in a ethereal form, the mask allowed him this power. It gave him power over magics far greater then his own. It was his greatest and most dangerous weapon.
 
Simon had watched with mild interest as his sister was sorted into Hufflepuff, comfortably enjoying the other Ravenclaws company. He hadn't known which house would fit her... but he supposed that Hufflepuff wasn't a bad place for her to be. It might calm her spirit a little and show her how sometimes it was best to sit back and watch instead of jump right into the action. Then again, he doubted anything could truly keep his sister away from the action. He watched as she headed over to the Hufflepuff table and easily took a seat next to another 1st year and an older year that Simon didn't really recognize. He then turned his attention back to the sorting, acknowledging his sister's wave with a nod when he caught motion in the corner of his eye. At least they weren't in the same house- that was the one thing Simon had been sure of. He and his sister were a little too different for her to end up in Ravenclaw like him.


Keira hadn't cared which house she got sorted into. Any houe would suit her just fine- and whichever suited her best... well that house was definitely getting a champion on their side. Keira laughed and waved as she was welcomed to Hufflepuff house, pausing only to seek out her brother and give him a cheerful wave. At the moment he looked chilled and uncaring but that didn't bother her and her smile widened when he at least acknowledged her affection.


She held her head high as she took her seat at the Hufflepuff table, sitting straight backed and hoping that she gave off the feeling of confidence. She nodded next to another 1st year who she had seen on the train and an older year on her other side, cheerfully watching other kids being sorted. A few of the kids she had spoken to on the train caught her attention as they were sorted... she hadn't caught their names and hadn't really listened when they were called out but she did at least watch as they each headed to a different table. Excitement began to fill her and she was surprised by it, but she accepted it. She supposed learning magic wouldn't be all bad and she could always pursue being a pilot after she graduated- right?
 
Midnight ate for a few minutes only to look about and see everyone interested in just the food. With this in mind he smirked and stood up nodding to the few people that glanced at him. "Sorry, bathroom. I'll return soon!" He said and headed out of the great hall. When he was clear of the people he glanced and double checked himself before heading straight for the front door of the school. He had a plan in mind and figured this would be rather fun. Midnight let a sly grin come across his face as he made his way to the storage area of the brooms. He grabbed his and made his way towards the forest spoken of by the headmaster himself. "Tch, going to the forest at night or alone. I'll be damned if they tell me what to do." Midnight clicked his teeth and stepped onto his broom letting it take off at a slow pace before speeding up. As it sped up he would saddle it and lean forwards to dart quickly. He needed to get there before anyone could see he was missing or realize where he went. He knew he could be in there and out before anyone could know it was him who went there.


@Ghost Just to get a few things moving :3
 
Slowly taking a look around the great hall Ikomo noticed a few things out of place. A houses elf was completely stoned in a doorway, a little bit of white mist rolling down from a staircase, and a first year from Slytherin walking purposefully out of the great hall. Feeling no oigation to have to eat Ikomo took his leave. As the first year left the hall he cast a quick clouding charm to make himself almost like smoke. Although he was not entirely identifiable he was still visible and took a position wih his wand held down behind a pillar. Seein the boy leave his field of view he snaked along the walls until he saw him grabbing a broom out of the broom closet. Ikomo grabbed his firebolt out of the Ravenclaw closet and sat casually as he watched the first year take off. "Looks like he won't go easily then." Ikomo said to himself as he slowly accelerated.
 
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