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[Edric Blight]

Hogwarts: Year 1​

Great Hall​

At long last, it was time for the start of another year at the Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry. The date was September 1st, some time in the early 2000’s as Hogwarts was getting set to welcome in a new generation of young witches and wizards as well as welcome back their returning students. It had been a few years after the Battle of Hogwarts and the days of Harry Potter and his famous Golden Trio. All seemed good in the wizarding world.

At King’s Cross Station after passing through to Platform 9 and 3/4, the students had boarded the train to Hogwarts. Once they had arrived, the students had gotten out and were taken on little row boats to the dock at the large Hogwarts Castle. The returning students, years 2-7, were let in first as the first years were all gathered outside of the castle doors and were told to wait.

Of course, the young 11 year old first years were all eager and excited to be let into the castle and sorted into one of the four famous Hogwarts houses. Hufflepuff for the kind and hard working, Ravenclaw for the witty and intelligent, Gryffindor for the loyal and brave, and Slytherin for the cunning and ambitious.

Soon, the first years were rounded up and led into the Hogwarts Castle for the first time. They were led down the halls to a set of large doors. Once these doors were open, many of the young first years stared in awe as they beheld the sights of the large and open room they were now being let into. Above them were thousands of magical candles dotting the sky and illuminating the hall.

There were a set of four very large table, one for each house. The banners of each house flew proudly above each of the four tables. At each of these tables were hundreds of older students, all from years 2-7 sitting at the tables and waiting to see their new future house mates. They too remembered once being a young first year, eyes wide with child-like wonder and innocence. Once sorted, these young students would remain in the house for the rest of their seven years at Hogwarts.

At the back of the room, there was an older looking witch standing near a little stool. On the stool sat an old patchy looking brown hat that had clearly been worn for years. It was the famous Sorting Hat once belonging to the great Godric Gryffindor.

The first years filed in, all excitedly chattering amongst themselves as the older students looked on, some reflecting upon the time they were 11 year old first years. But the excited buzz was soon hushed as the older witch came to the podium and called everyone to attention.

The older witch introduced herself as Headmistress Minerva McGonogall and began giving an opening speech, welcoming everyone to and back to Hogwarts as well as explaining the house sorting process as well as about the Sorting Hat and its history. Soon, she had finished and called up the very first first year to be sorted.

“Ackerman, Evan,” announced McGonogall as a young boy in unmarked robes with a blank tie scurried up to the stool as McGonogall held the Hat up and waited for the boy to sit down. The kid sat down as McGonogall lowered the Sorting Hat onto the boy’s head.

“Hmm,” it grumbled, furrowing its brow in thought. “I know!” the Hat proclaimed, “Must be… GRYFFINDOR!” the Sorting Hat shouted. A large grin came across the boy’s face as he hopped off the stool and scurried off to join his new house mates at the Gryffindor table.

Of course, upon hearing that they would be welcoming a new housemate to Gryffindor, the table erupted into a loud cheer as the Gryffindors all clapped, shouted, and banged on the table loudly to welcome and celebrate their new housemate.

Eventually the rowdy Gryffindor table calmed down and Headmistress McGonogall continued with the Sorting Hat process, going alphabetically continuing to go through the A last names.

 

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Sara Alcott
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It was the day Sara had been excitedly discussing to anybody at home who would listen, for months. The day she would finally be sent to Hogwarts, that ever elusive magical school. But it wasn't just the promise of magic and spells, although the young girl was ecstatic to learn about that. To Sara, it was also a place that held the promise of her having some normalcy, and actually belonging. Where she wouldn't be frowned upon, seen as a freak, or have her parents called to take her home, because she accidentally blew up a drinking fountain or two.

Getting up at the crack of dawn, she'd promptly irritated her sleeping parents until they'd dressed and driven her to the station. From then on it was almost a blur. She'd spent the train ride yammering to her seatmate about what they thought Hogwarts would be like, and rumors of duels to sort them into houses. Eventually, the boy had gotten up, mumbled some excuse about having to use the bathroom and never returned. It was a shame, she decided. Wearing people out with her chatter wasn't new, but she would've expected similar excitement from a fellow incoming student.

Afterwards, they'd been coralled into boats, led to an impossibly big and fancy castle, and into a massive hall. She had to stand still to take all of it in, certain that her entire house could've fit neatly inside the hall with plenty of wigle room. But as she craned her head, it was the roof that caught her eye. The mural of the night sky, frighteningly realistic, and it was only the gentle push of somebody behind her that reminded her she had to keep moving.

As students began to line up for the hat, Sara bit her lip and tried to remember what she'd heard about the houses. Gryffindor was the brave, Slytherin was the ambitious, Hufflepuff the nice, and Ravenclaw the intelligent. It was clear to her that she'd likely be a Hufflepuff. She wasn't especially brave or principled like a Gryffindor, nor ambitious. She was a complete dunce at academics, only really excelling in science and home ec. But she was gregarious, always striving to make new friends. That was nice enough, wasn't it?

She stared at the center of the room, where the apparent headmistress was discussing the sorting process. So they just had to wear the hat? While it was somewhat anticlimactic, she also knew she'd have likely gotten her butt kicked if they had to fight a troll to determine houses. And believe it or not, she wasn't exactly hoping she'd spend her first day in a full-body cast. McGonogall began calling students to the front of the hall, and the anticipation was nearly killing the young girl. As someone with an A last name, she knew she'd get her turn fairly quickly, but it still felt far too long. After what felt like an eternity of waiting, music came to her ears.

“Alcott, Sara,” The girl nearly ran over to the stool, plopping down as the hat was placed on her head. Her head blanked. Did she talk to it? Submit a ranking of the houses? Why wasn't it saying anything, or putting her in Hufflepuff? Oh god, she should've read up on it. Her parents said she shouldn't get more books and things than she needed much to her dismay, but maybe there was some "Sorting Hat for Dummies" guide that would get the damn thing to answer. She'd spent so long considering the possibility of how to handle battling a troll she hadn't even considered finding the "On" button to a talking hat.

“Ah yes, I see.” The hat finally spoke, interrupting her thoughts. “Better be.....RAVENCLAW” The young girl blinked, slowly rising from the stool to make her way to the Ravenclaw table. She didn't think the hat changed it's mind, but surely there was a mistake. It was for bright studious people wasn't it? And she certainly wasn't studious. She was shite at memorizing, taking notes, and she didn't care for most classes. But what could she do? She sat down, and alternated between watching the ceremony and asking her prefects a series of questions.

"Is it true there's unicorns? Where are we sleeping? What's the best subject? Which house is the biggest? When do we eat?"

 

[Edric Blight]

Chase Crosby​

Chase Andrew Crosby could hardly believe it. It was finally September 1st and the boy would finally be sent off to Hogwarts. His parents, Andrew Crosby, the once famous star seeker for Gryffindor’s Quidditch team and Kelly Crosby, a former Gryffindor as well, were absolutely ecstatic and proud of their youngest son for being accepted into Hogwarts.

Of course, the two parents were no strangers to the new student at Hogwarts process. They had gone through this once before with Chase’s older brother by about 2 years, Thomas Jacob Crosby. Thomas now going into his third year was quite the popular young fellow. With his father’s dashing looks, the young boy was sorted into Slytherin, instantly becoming their star seeker in only his first year, a rarity. After winning the Quidditch Cup two years in a row, the boy’s popularity only continues to grow as he is promised the position of captain of the Slytherin team this coming year.

But Chase had very similar aspirations to his big brother. Like his brother did his first year and their own father did for Gryffindor back in his Hogwarts days, Chase Crosby hoped to become the newest Crosby to become a breakout seeker Quidditch star and make the team in only his first year. And the boy certainly had the skill to do it, an excellent flyer, learning to fly well on a broom thanks to his father teaching him and his brother at a very young age. As a pure blood growing up in an all-wizard community, Chase had lots of time to practice flying and join the local Quidditch leagues.

But now the 11 year old boy, who looked strikingly similar to his older brother and his father when he was Chase’s age, was off to Hogwarts to start his very first year at the well-known magical academy. After going to King’s Cross Station and passing through the brick wall between Platforms 9 and 10 to phase through to Platform 9 and 3/4, both Thomas and Chase were sent off on the train to Hogwarts.

Upon arriving after the long train ride, Chase and the other first years were guided into boats where they would take a short but scenic ride in the night in the water to the docks at the Hogwarts Castle. The older years and returning students such as his older brother Thomas knew the routine, and we’re let into the castle first before all of the young and eager first years, including young wide eyed Chase Crosby.

Great Hall​

Eventually, the first years were let inside the Great Hall, getting a first look at the large room and the four house tables at Hogwarts. Chase particularly eyed the Gryffindor table with envy as he was guided with the group of new unsorted first years all in their unmarked robes. Chase stared in awe at the Gryffindor banned over their table, proudly displaying the Gryffindor lion on the golden and crimson crest. This was where he wanted to be- the very house his father and mother were in during their time at Hogwarts.

Eventually, an older looking witch who introduced herself as Headmistress McGonogall, gave an opening speech and began the famous and traditional Sorting Hat Ceremony. Chase looked as the witch held an old decrepit looking brown hat and began calling the first years by last name alphabetically to get sorted. The first boy, Evan Ackerman, was sorted into Gryffindor and greeted by a roaring cheer and loud banging coming from the Gryffindor table.

Soon, the Sorting Hat got through the A last names, one girl, Sara Alcott, being sorted into Ravenclaw. Soon, the A last names were finished as Chase felt the butterflies floating around inside of his stomach as he waited to be sorted and McGonogall whizzed through the B last names. Chase felt his heart leap as she got to the C last names. Before he knew it, it was his turn to be sorted.

“Crosby, Chase,” said McGonogall as she called up the brown haired boy. Chase felt his stomach practically do a back flip as he widened his eyes and gulped nervously, scurrying up to the front of the room, all eyes on him. He felt thousands of pairs of beady eyes staring directly at him, making him feel more nervous. He hoped and prayed that he was sorted into Gryffindor like his father. He didn’t want to be sorted into Slytherin because of his jerky asshole brother and because of the bad reputation the house had. Chase certainly wouldn’t live down being sorted into Hufflepuff, a house he viewed as a joke, or Ravenclaw, a house he viewed as just a bunch of boring nerds.

Chase looked nervous as he sat on the stool and waited to be sorted by the Hat. As his eyes scanned each of the four long tables, he could spot his older brother Thomas in the crowd. The brown haired near-look-alike to Chase just glared at his brother smirking as he mouthed the word “Hufflepuff,” clearly to taunt Chase. But Chase tried not to let his older brother get into his head.

McGonogall soon put the old Sorting Hat onto Chase’s full head of his father’s brown hair. The Hat furrowed its brow as it began to speak. “Ah, another Crosby boy, eh? Son of that lovable Gryffindor misfit Andrew, brother of the Slytherin seeker Thomas,” it said on Chase’s head as he just gulped. “Hmm, mother was a Gryffindor too, eh?” it said. “Quite the ambitious young fellow I sense,” the Hat began, “Yes you’d do quite well in Slytherin just like your brother,” said the Hat, causing Chase’s heart to leap.

“But I suspect there’s more to you than meets the eye,” it went on, “Quite the brave young fellow, loyal as a dog with a secret heart of gold…” said the Hat. “Hmm yes I’ve got it,” it finally said. Chase felt like his sorting was taking forever and the damn hat atop his head was stalling for time. “MUST BE….” the Hat shouted, pausing for obvious dramatic effect as it so often tended to do, “GRYFFINDOR!” it finally said.

Immediately, the Gryffindor table stood up and erupted with cheer, many clapping and some banging the table loudly as they welcomed Crosby, the son of the man who was revered in Gryffindor Quidditch and brought many cups to the house in his day, to their table. Chase smiled as he hopped off of the stool and went to join his fellow Gryffindors at the table.

The boy felt like a local celebrity as he was greeted with cheers as many of the older Gryffindors patted him on the back and congratulated him on his sorting. He felt on top of the world- nothing could stop him now or wipe the huge grin off of his face as he took his seat at the table, newly a Gryffindor. He looked down in awe and surprise as he realized his previously blank tie turn into a crimson and gold striped tie, the official colors of the Gryffindor house. He also looked at his chest and noticed the Gryffindor crimson and gold lion crest now permanently stitched to his robes through magic. Now it was real- Chase Crosby was officially a Gryffindor. The young brown haired 11 year old first year smiled as McGonogall continued sorting the C last name students.

 

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Grace Walsh
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Finally Grace was able to attend Hogwarts. Grace's parents always knew this day would come considering they came from a pureblood family, so Grace knew the ropes of what to expect when attending the magical school. But nevertheless, that still didn't quell her excitement to see everything in person for the first time. The train and boat ride were as she expected them to be, just magical. Even getting to the platform was an incredibly fun experience for her, but now she was standing at the Great Hall for the sorting ceremony.

Seeing as Headmistress McGonogall was calling students alphabetically by their last names, Grace knew she'd have to wait a long while with her last name being Walsh. So she watched as the headmistress went through all the A last names, one student in particular cause her eye, Sara Alcott. The girl looked a bit nervous about being sorted into Ravenclaw but ultimately when she watched the girl go join the Ravenclaw table, she noticed that Sara was firing off questions, typical for a Ravenclaw. Grace then sat through all the B last names and finally got to C.

One boy in particular caught her eye very much, Chase Crosby. He was a very handsome looking brown haired boy. Although he walked up to the hat like a scared and nervous boy, Grace couldn't help but smile at the display. He looked like he had a somewhat athletic build, so maybe a Quidditch player. But hearing the hat speak while sorting him, her thoughts were confirmed when the hat mentioned he was the son of Andrew Crosby. Grace tried to catch his eye for a split second, she wanted to know more about him. But hearing the roars from Gryffindor when he was sorted into the house, made Grace a bit conflicted. She was happy for Chase, he seemed ecstatic when he was sorted into Gryffindor, but she knew that she was never getting into Gryffindor, she wasn't very much brave or courageous. But still when the image of the boy came into her head once more, she couldn't help but blush slightly.

 

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KIRIAN CYRUS ​

If there’s one thing you need to know about Kirian, it’s that he’s not a wizard. Magic…was never his jam. Sure, his father was supposedly the Undersecretary to the Minister, but Kirian didn’t consider himself a magic person. So when his entire family practically begged him to go to Hogwarts, he was a firm user of denial and the word “no”. In various forms, shouting, screaming, singing, etc. You get the idea. It was only at the behest of his mother practically getting down on her knees that he agreed to go. If you asked him, these next 7 years of his life were going to be hell. Why wouldn’t he have gone to the United States instead and studied like a normal human being?

Well…he wasn’t entirely normal, being half-Veela and all. And he preferred to keep that a close-guarded secret, with all of the talk of half-breed prejudice and whatnot. But it seemed that would be easy enough. People were so idiotic these days, so blind to the true reality of the world, that it was almost funny. Almost. He wasn’t a heartless bitch, contrary to popular belief. But he could never see himself as a hero, per say. He was the hero’s on-off friend at best. Nothing was ever his story. And this wouldn’t be any exception.

So when he walked into the Great Hall, still not getting why they called it that, it wasn’t that good, if you asked him, he would’ve absolutely been anywhere else right now. Viewing the other children in the hall, he scoffed. This was almost going to be too easy.

First boy he saw: think his name was Chase or something. A fucking Crosby. Kirian almost wanted to roll his eyes at the thought of it, and seeing him get sorted into fucking Gryffindor was no surprise. Honestly, he was wondering if he wanted to get sorted there, just to annoy the fuck out of the Crosby.

Second he saw was a girl, she’d gone a bit earlier in the sorting process. Sara Alcott he wanted to say. She seemed decent enough, seemed like a Hufflepuff, but he was not shocked when she got into Ravenclaw. Note to self: ask about study tips. She might be a good friend down the line, but Kirian didn’t do friends.

Last girl he saw was easily that girl who probably read romance novels and dreamed of fairy tales. God, he wanted to barf. It was so damn obvious that she was crushing on the fucking Crosby. Second time he wanted to barf. Honestly, he wondered what would happen if he hit on her. Eh….not trying that theory out. Might give too much away.

So when his surname was called, he reluctantly stepped up to the Sorting Hat. Stupid damn talking thing…he hated it. Also…he wondered if there was lice in it. Oh, well, he could just call for the private physician his mother had if he did indeed have it. And then sue the school. Actually, reverse that order.

So when the hat shifted around, muttering, he started getting jittery. “Hm…interesting…you’re quite the ambitious one, but also more reckless than you think…smart too, and pretty loyal, even if you don’t realize it…but certain traits are more prominent than others-Oh?” Kirian groaned as the hat stopped. “Well…this is interesting…son of the current Undersecretary, and a Slytherin to boot. But at the end, it MUST BE…”

Kirian held his breath. Please…God…no…

“HUFFLEPUFF!”

Kirian groaned as the Hufflepuff table went up in cheers, reluctantly going and sitting down next to them. “Why oh why did it have to be Hufflepuff…”

 

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Titus Marius

"This entire thing is bullshit-" said Titus as he was escorted along with the others into the great hall, the young soon-to-be Slytherin was practically seething as he stood in line among the other unsorted. Titus was easy to spot, nearly a head taller than those around him with an olive tone that suggested some kind of Greco-Roman ancestry. Even in these early stages of puberty, a broad and bulky physique was emerging something that would aid him in physically bruising anyone that got in his way during these 7 years. This coupled with the unkempt hair lead to Titus resembling some lost spartan child someone threw robes on, and with an attitude to match. He pushed and knocked his way to the front of the line after Kirian went like hell was he standing all day.

Titus thought all of this was nuts, him being muggle-born didn't help, the fact that all this wizarding nonsense was dropped on him so recently...why did he even come? For the first few weeks, he thought it was some cruel joke pulled off by a malevolent owl at first but then they just kept coming! Eventually, the group of other street boys he was staying with at the time, convinced him that checking it out couldn't do any harm. At worse he gets kidnapped and at best he gets a better place to sleep than an alleyway or orphanage, plus here he could at least beat the other magic nerds into teaching him some tricks so he could escape and use this stuff to make some real money in the real world. So here he was with some insane piece of wood in his pocket that could light things on fire and about to get judged by a talking fucking hat!

“Titus, Marius,” said McGonagall, and like that he went to be sorted into some arbitrary astrology horse shit house, as she lowered the hat upon his head it almost seemed to gasp..."Holy hell, ambitious is an understatement....however stubbornness and recklessness are present in equal measure! Loyal to strength hm? How interest-" The hat was interrupted by Titus shouting "GET THE HELL ON WITH IT" with enough force to make some Hufflepuff students jump, and with a few choice words the Hat shouted
"SLYTHERIN"


With that, the Slytherin table erupted into cheers and applause but some of them seemed to be clapping more out of fear than anything. Titus stomped off towards his seat at the green and silver table.

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Marek Eris
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Marek had done this trip several times to platform 9 and 3/4; however, this time, it was a bit different as he pushed the cart with his luggage and the great horned owl that sat in it's cage. He had expected the ride there to be a bit more eventful; he talked to a few people in his cabin as they discussed the houses they would be in. But there was nothing memorable about the whole trip. In the second half, he had dozed off in his seat, and the next thing he knew, they were in Hogsmeade getting off of the train. They were then escorted to Hogwarts castle and led to the large doors that would soon open up to the great hall. Everyone was quickly organized by last name before being led into the hall.

He watched as the first girl in line was called up; he didn't know what to think of her. He had always thought first impressions by looks was a bad way to get an idea of someone. After all you didn't want to get the wrong idea, though he was curious to see where everyone was going to be placed. When the hat was placed on her head ,and it stated Ravenclaw ,he was a bit surprised. However, once again, looks are deceiving. Then a boy walked up as he took another step forward in the line. Glancing around the room ,he saw the banners of each house and the food lining the tables.

His stomach gave a low growl as the hat called out the Gryffindor to the boy that had just walked up there, completely missing anything the hat said besides that. This was the moment he realized that he didn't eat most of the day since he had slept a good portion of the trip here. On top of that, the food smelled good, and it was something his older brother William had told him about. His older brother was placed in Gryffindor himself his first year, and though not really wanting to follow in his brother's shadow, he hoped that it wouldn't be Gryffindor.

He took another step forward as another boy was placed into Hufflepuff ,and then another boy was placed into Slytherin. His turn was soon coming as his twin sister was next to go she walked up and was quickly placed into Hufflepuff. Then his name was finally called, he let out a slow exhale as he sat down on the stool. Headmistress McGonagall placed the hat on his head as his earlier thoughts returned to him. "Oh, hmmm, well, now that is interesting, you have that fire that makes a great Gryffindor; your older brother is there. But you don't want to go; well, your loyalty is strong, so HUFFLEPUFF!" The hat exclaimed.

Thank to the hat, some of his inner thoughts had been exposed, and quickly moved over toward the Hufflepuff table that was cheering and applauding as one of the older students motioned for him to come over. Glancing around, he saw his twin sister at the other side of the table; glancing over at the Gryffindor table, he saw his older brother giving him a thumbs up.

 

[Lucipurr]

Piper Lewis
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When she first stepped into Diagon Alley, Piper was awestruck. There were buildings upon buildings of shops dedicated to the wizarding world and the school she was to attend. She heard the laughter of children as they ran across the streets holding their newfound robes and wands, she caught the whispers of people claiming the "dark Lord" (whoever that may be) was still alive, and she was witness to the unbelievable words her mother spoke; "This is your new life". Her father didn't attend their adventure through Diagon Alley, but he did say his goodbyes before she left for Platform 9 3/4. They all hugged, kissed one another's cheek, and spoke one last time before leaving her to her own demise.

"Don't forget," her mother's voice faltered, "you're a witch now. You have a whole world to explore."

That comment left an unsavory taste in Piper's mouth as she phased through the brick wall and found her seat on the train. The longer she sat and listened to the other three students in her cart talk about the sorting ceremony and their plans for classes, the more she realize how little she knew about the wizarding world. Despite being born "pureblood", Piper's parents failed to teach her anything about magic. In fact, they despised it up until she received her Hogwarts letter. And in turn, Piper grew to despise them for lying. Her mother mentioned bits of history about the school, the houses, and the brutal battle featuring the ever-famous Harry Potter. But that was it. She never shared her time at Hogwarts, and her father was no help as he never attended. Piper was left to uncover everything on her own.

Once she entered the grandiose wooden doors to the great hall, however, Piper's concerns dissipated. She didn't expect such an elaborate setup, but the hundreds of floating candles and the endless night sky had her captivated. This was her first real sighting of magic. The older woman up front introduced herself, McGargoyle or something like that (Piper was too distracted by the ceiling), and began explaining the school's history and the sorting ceremony. According to her, they would be sorted into the four different houses by the Sorting hat, an old, ragged piece of clothing. At first, she thought it had to be a joke or she heard something wrong. But everyone looked serious... worse, excited. What exactly was so special about that hat? It looked like it was quickly retrieved from an attic before being thrown on the stool. It wasn't until the first person to be called revealed that little mystery; that it spoke.

And one after another, Piper watched as people began to be sorted. She wasn't entirely sure what criteria the hat used to sort the students. But whatever it was, it's idiotic. The first girl to catch her eye was sorted into Ravenclaw. Why? Piper was clueless. Then some Crosby kid was sorted in Gryffindor. Apparently, his name was famous for... quidditch? What the hell was that? Some boy was then sorted into Hufflepuff, he seemed unamused. Once again, she still didn't see the match. She lost interest until a loud, obnoxious boy with clear anger issues was sorted into Slytherin. That one made sense. And finally, two identical siblings were sorted into Hufflepuff. Once again, with no clear direction.

Eventually, the time came for Piper to sit on the stool. Once her name was called, she slowly made her way over to the mystical hat. Her head still trying to figure out what criteria it used. "Hmm.... intriguing." The hat spoke, she hadn't realized it was already placed on her head. "You have quite ambitious goals... not very wise ones though." Piper grew agitated, was it reading her thoughts? This is a clear breach of privacy. "Ah, but your will is strong, unprovoked. You must be..." It was dragging on for far too long with too many eyes questioning her intentions. "GRYFFINDOR."

The Gryffindor table roared with excitement as Piper slowly walked down to join her new classmates. But the mystery still lingered... how the hell does that thing work?

 

[Asua]

IVY WALKER


A rhythmic hum flowed from Ivy's lips as she followed the long trail of first year's down the winding hallways of Hogwarts castle. She had memorized a muggle song that her Mother had often sung for her back at home. Although growing up in a wizarding community, her father being of Pure-Blood, Ivy's mother had thought it important that she be exposed to the culture of muggles. Her head bobbed from side to side as she followed the student in front of her, she could sense the bewildered gazes of her pure-blooded piers as the song she hummed happened to be of the indie rock persuasion. Ivy however didn't pay much mind to this, yes, she was indeed a quirky young girl, some would even say that she was slightly peculiar, yet she was comfortable with herself and as her mother often said, that was all that mattered.

As the doors to the great hall opened, the light of a thousand candles washed over Ivy and her fellow first years as hundreds of eyes already seated, turned to inspect the young 11 year olds entering the hall. Her rhythmic humming slowly faded in to the excited chattering of the four long tables layed out in from of them. As the first years moved further in to the hall, Ivy felt a bit like an animal in a zoo, the older students staring at them as if they were something alien. Yet she could feel herself shaking with excitement and she was stuck with a smile that she couldn't seem to remove from her face. Ivy was finally here, the fabled Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She felt as if her whole life, short as it may be, had been leading to this moment. Her mind wandered as she day dreamed about the life long friends she would meet, the spells she would learn, and the potions that she would brew. It was truly an excitement to start this new chapter of her childhood.

Ivy became so embroiled in her excitement that she only noticed that the headmistress was giving an opening speech when it was already half way finished. She nodded along as the old witch finished her speech, as if she had been listening the whole time, What was her name? mcg-what?. Finally, a stool was brought to the front of the hall. It was time for the first years to be sorted in to their houses.

Ivy watched as student after student approached the sorting hat and the name of one of the four houses of Hogwarts was shouted out from above their heads. Since the sorting was to be done in alphabetical order, Ivy would be one of the last to find out which house she would be sorted in to. As the first students were sorted, a familiar name caught Ivy's ear, Chase Crosby. She struggled to remember where she knew the name from for a few moments until it suddenly dawned on her, Quidditch. Yes, she had played against him in the local junior leagues before, Ivy like Chase also hailed from a Qudditch family and was an avid chaser in the local leagues, her father being the head coach of the Ballycastle Bats having led them to several championships in the professional premiership league. So you could say that like Crosby, her surname of Walker was somewhat well known among avid hardcore Quidditch fans. One day, Ivy hoped that she would be known for more than just the daughter of Edward Walker, Premier league coach, and perhaps, Ivy Walker, star Gryffindor Chaser, the position she played in Quidditch and was indeed quite skilled at for her age. It was yet to be seen if she could escape from her fathers shadow.

"Hufflepuff!" Ivy was once again snapped out of her thoughts as the Sorting Hat's voice boomed throughout the hall, met by loud cheers from the table embroiled in black and gold. She noted the rather unamused expression on boy's face, Ivy grinned to herself. She wandered back in to her daydream until a furious looking boy approached the stool to get sorted. She tilted her head to get a better look, noting the angry expression on the boys face, it was almost as if steam was coming out of his ears, "Slytherin!" The hat shouted, to be met with loud cheers from the table embroiled in green. The sorting went on, a boy to Ravenclaw, a girl to Slytherin, Ivy didn't take much note until two twins were sorted in to Hufflepuff. She giggled to herself, imagining the awkwardness if they had been separated. Ivy's excitement at the whole process was clearly visible by the huge smile that seemed to be permanently plastered on to her face. "Gryffindor!" The hat shouted as a rather tough looking blonde girl sat on the stool, Piper. Ivy thought she looked quite puzzled at the whole process. She smiled at the girl as she watched her take her place at the Gryffindor table, yet she doubted that the girl had seen her.
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As the sorting went on and on, at long last her moment came - "Ivy Walker" Mcgonnagal called throughout the hall. Ivy felt her nerves jitter as she approached her sorting. It seemed like a long walk down the rows of tables on the either side of her. She glanced up at the ceiling, at the candles that floated above her head, like little balls of lights swaying from side to side. Lucky wax doesn't drip on my head She thought to herself with a chuckle. After what seemed like an eternity, Ivy sat on the stool.

The sorting hat had only begun to graze her goldish brown hair before- "GRYFFINDOR". "What?" Ivy shifted in place, her eyes darting from side to side in confusion "Is that it?" She looked up at McGonogall, who met her with an approving nod. How had it been so quick? Had something gone wrong? Ivy looked around for a few moments in bewilderment before the beaming smile returned to her face. The Gryffindor table was still erupting in cheers and applause as she descended to sit with her new house mates. Despite being far quicker than she had expected, Ivy was excited to see what her first year at Hogwarts had in store for her.

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[kakemha]

Grace Walsh
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Grace watched as each person got sorted into their respective houses. Some were and obvious choice for their houses, and others were a bit of a surprise. A boy names Titus especially caught her eye, he would be her fellow housemate, assuming she would be sorted into Slytherin. He was a brute boy, not wanting to honor the tradition of sorting, he would be an interesting figure. One by one, the students beside her got called up to be sorted. Grace probably lost count about how many times she heard the houses' names and the subsequent cheering to be followed after a student would be sorted. Now Grace couldn't wait to be sorted, she was quite sure to get Slytherin but the hat could disagree. Soon enough, Grace that the last person standing, waiting to be call and sorted.

"Last but not least, Grace Walsh." Headmistress McGonogall called out and Grace smiled as she stepped up to the stool. As the hat got placed on her head, she closed her eyes for a moment, trying not to think about all the eyes on her and the anticipation to see where she would be sorted. "Ah, another Walsh I see. Daughter of amazing duelist Daniel Walsh and of charms master Isla Walsh, both Slytherins. And sister to...her." Grace got a slightly surprised look, the hat knew about her, but soon she calmed herself and she what else it had to say. "You're kind, Hufflepuff maybe. But no, there's more to you than what meets the eye, yes it must be..." The pause was suspense for all, especially for Grace. "SLYTHERIN!"

A cheer came from the Slytherin table as the hat got pulled off of Grace's head. A big smile appeared on her face as she went over to her house's table and was given a big greeting. Although she knew deep down they wanted to be friends with her because she was a Walsh, a famous pureblood family. But she played along, entertaining questions and asking a few of her own, it's good to have connections after all.

 

[Edric Blight]

Chase Crosby​

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Chase had been mostly apathetic to the rest of the sorting process. He didn't care too much about the others getting sorted especially when he had already been sorted into his house of preference, Gryffindor. But there were a few more students that he half paid attention to. One particular boy caught his eyes, a brutish and large mean looking kid who was sorted into Slytherin, go figure. The kid was Titus Marius and just from a first glance Crosby could tell this guy was going to be a bully and an asshole. He made a mental note not to ever interact with the bulky and built new Slytherin kid. Chase even wondered if that kid was an 11 year old first year at all. Did kids get accepted to Hogwarts for their first year at 14? Because Chase sure thought that Titus fellow looked to be at least 14 or 15 years old.

The rest of the sorting hat process seemed to take forever, and Chase both heard and felt his stomach gurgle with hunger. He couldn't eat now, he had to wait until the sorting ceremony was over for the big welcome feast to commence, so he told himself that he had to sit tight for now. To distract himself from his growing hunger and rumbling belly, Chase looked up to the sky as McGonogall continued sorting some new first years. The boy tried to count how many floating candles were illuminating the Great Hall from the ceiling, but gave up after getting to number twenty, getting bored of counting.

Chase sighed and rolled his eyes as he heard McGonogall's voice briefly calling up the next new kid to be sorted and subsequently, the voice of the old Sorting Hat going on and shouting as it eventually sorted the student into their new house, followed by cheers from the table of whatever house the kid was sorted into. Whenever Chase heard the Gryffindors around him at his table cheering, he'd sometimes give a little clap for whoever was now joining their house. But soon, the sorting ceremony was coming to a close as McGonogall reached the W last names.

A student named Ivy Walker was called up, and Chase raised his eyebrows as he looked to the stool. Ivy Walker, why was that a name he found familiar? He could have sworn not only that he had heard the name, but seen the girl who was now getting onto the stool and preparing to be sorted. He then remembered- Ivy Walker, her dad very famous and well known in the Quidditch world like his own dad. Her dad was Edward Walker, famous chaser and the coach of a Quidditch team called the Ballycastle Bats. Now it was all coming back to young Crosby. He remembered playing against her in his local Quidditch leagues and tournaments back at home. She was quite the talented chaser and he, a star seeker. Cleary they both had the practice and the tools to be good at the sport and their positions. Ivy's dad, Edward Walker, was a famous chaser and of course, Chase's dad Andrew Crosby was a once famous breakout seeker. Chase sure hoped to be just like his dad this year and make the team, becoming Gryffindor's star seeker early. His brother had managed to do it for Slytherin, so maybe Chase could do it for Gryffindor.

He watched as Ivy Walker was sorted into Gryffindor, the same house as him. Maybe they'd be playing on the team together. Maybe they'd both be a rare case of rookie first years making the team at such a young age. It was going to be a little weird having her as a teammate, considering they were probably opponents a couple of times and didn't really notice. Chase clapped gently as he watched the Walker girl get sorted into Gryffindor as the rest of the table cheered and welcomed her as she eventually took her seat. As Ivy went to sit down, Chase's ear perked up as he raised his eyebrows once he had heard McGonogall say that FINALLY, they were calling up the last student. "Last but not least," she had said, causing Chase to roll his eyes and smirk to himself as he thought "Fat chance," inside of his head.

Chase's eyes then directed to the last person who needed to be sorted, McGonogall saying her name was Grace Walsh. His, and everyone else's eyes followed a red head female as she went up to the stool. Chase's eyes widened as his mouth opened slightly in awe. As the girl turned around to face everyone on the stool and be sorted, she showed her face to everyone. Chase raised his eyebrows as he saw the prettiest girl he had ever laid his eyes on sitting on that stool. She had a beautiful full head of red hair and the prettiest little brown eyes. Chase stared in awe at this girl he couldn't stop looking at. Young Crosby thought she was quite cute, and watched on as McGonogall put the Sorting Hat onto her head. Chase just blushed as he stared at the pretty girl, she was like a red headed goddess to him in that moment.

Eventually, the Hat had said that she was from a family of a few highly esteemed wizards and witches and that many of them were Slytherin. For some reason, Chase was a little disappointed to hear that about the pretty girl, especially remembering his father's words about not trusting people who come from a family of Slytherin or just Slytherins in general (minus his older brother Thomas of course). He raised his eyebrows as she was eventually sorted into Slytherin, not much of a surprise given what the Hat had said about her, but still, kind of deflating for Chase to know that this pretty red haired goddess he had seemingly fallen in love with upon first sight had been sorted into Gryffindor's rivaling house- Slytherin.

Chase found himself clapping lightly for the cute girl as she went to go take her seat at the Slytherin table and join her new housemates. He sighed fondly and smiled a bit, admiring the beauty of the pretty ginger as she took her seat. He then widened his eyes and blushed a bit realizing he had been staring at the girl for maybe a little too long. But now, McGonogall was officially wrapping up the Sorting Hat ceremony, the last student, Grace Walsh, having been sorted into a house. Headmistress McGonogall was getting ready to end the sorting ceremony and commence the big annual welcome feast, which was good because Chase once again heard his stomach growling loudly with hunger. He put a hand over his stomach, clutching it and hoping it would be quiet for a little while longer. Chase then made a plan, once McGonogall had officially wrapped up the sorting ceremony and the feast began, he'd find a way to catch another glimpse of this girl. She had not left his train of thought and the cute ginger was certainly the only thing on his mind right now. He didn't know why he was feeling all of these weird feelings, but something about her made him blush and his little heart flutter. Chase Crosby had his first crush, and he was determined to somehow catch another glimpse of her at the feast and maybe, just get lucky and even talk to her briefly. It was love at first sight, and Chase Crosby didn't know it yet, but he was in love. He hoped she would notice him and that he would get a chance to even just see her once more.

But there was one thing for certain- although the boy didn't know it, Chase Crosby had his first crush.

 

[Qwertycakes]

Finnley Sixsmith​

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Finnley hadn't made a sound since he'd said goodbye to his parents at King's Cross station. He didn't attempt to chat with the kid next to him on the train, instead just staring out the window as his fantastical new world whizzed by. Nor did he say a word on the boat ride to the castle, silently wondering what creatures lurked in the murky depths below. He'd been so nervous that it only hit him near the end of the lengthy journey just how far away he was from his home and everyone he knew. The boy had never been this far from his parents before. Despite how much he'd begged and pleaded, how excited he'd been to come to Hogwarts, he couldn't help but wonder now if all this was a big mistake. Finnley was used to being alone, he spent most of his time that way. But out here on this strange, spooky lake, even though he was surrounded by others, he'd never felt quite so lonely.

He did breathe a gasp at his first sight of Hogwarts, momentarily distracted from his worries by the sheer beauty and magnitude of it. The sprawling gothic castle was the most breathtaking structure he'd ever laid eyes on, let alone been invited into. And it was even more amazing on the inside. There were large framed photos that appeared to move and speak on their own accord, chatting at passers-by, seemingly endless, zig-zagging staircases straight out of an MC Escher painting, and the wondrous Great Hall, its ceiling filled with a million candles floating peacefully in a vast, star-filled night sky.

The new class of first years were corralled into the Great Hall, already filled to the brim with the rest of the student body. Finn gazed around, green eyes wide under his glasses, trembling at the sight of the bigger students. Most of them looking like they could easily pummel him into a pulp--hell, even some of the kids his age looked like they could do that, especially the intimidatingly large, raven-haired boy that pushed his way through the line as the first years queued up for the sorting ceremony.

Finn braced himself to be pushed over by the taller boy, but to his suprise, he just rushed past. Nobody had tripped him as he walked through the Great Hall, jeered, or threw things at him, but he still couldn't quell his anxiety. He was certain that at any moment, someone would stomp over and slap the spectacles off his face, shouting in front of the whole school what a freak he was, that he didn't belong there.

Queitly watching as students were called upon one by one to be judged by some sort of hat, Finn once again couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't quite sure what he was expecting, but an actual talking hat certainly wasn't it. Was the hat a living being or was it some sort of enchantment? It seemed to be sentient, the way it prattled on and judged all the new recruits to their houses. Could it read his mind? The thought made Finn rather uneasy, and the shabby-looking thing itself actually kind of creeped him out, but it all seemed so normal for everyone there. Did the hat need food? Did it feed on brainwaves? What if it made a mistake and sorted him into the wrong house? Finn remained silent for the rest of the ceremony, trying not to think about the logistics of the hat and what it would say when placed atop his head.

When his name was finally called, the boy stepped woodenly up to the stool, sitting as all the others had done before him. He sat frozen as the hat was placed atop his messy halo of dark blonde hair and instantly began chattering. "Well now, you've got a kind heart. You'd make a good Hufflepuff," The hat declared, continuing to yammer on and deliberate with itself until it seemed to come up with an answer, pausing dramatically for effect. "Better be...RAVENCLAW!"

Finn blinked as he absently stood up to make his way to his assigned table, barely noticing if the other Ravenclaws were clapping, hooting and hollering like they did when they got any other new recruit. He was too busy worrying if this decision was accurate, if it was indeed where he belonged. All he knew was Ravenclaw housed some of the more studious kids, which he certainly fit the bill for. Maybe the hat was correct; that'd be a relief.

But there was no way Finnley could celebrate that small victory just yet. He'd made it through his sorting, but he had a whole dinner to get through, and whatever else was happening after that. Though his stomach growled with hunger, he felt queasy and anxious as he took a seat beside a girl with long, silky brown hair, too nervous to actually bring himself to look her in the face. He was always so akward, always found it difficult enough to strike up a conversation with his muggle peers. Trying to think of something to say to these kids, magical natives of the wizarding world? Well that was damn near impossible.

 

[Edric Blight]

Great Hall​

With the sorting of young Grace Walsh into Slytherin meant that they had reached the end of the line, the last new incoming first year student. McGonogall put down the old Sorting Hat on the stool as she approached the podium and stood there, clearing her throat and trying to gain everyone’s attention.

Once the room had hushed, the Headmistress spoke. McGonogall officially welcomed everyone to Hogwarts and wished everybody another great year here at the magical institution. With that, the old witch had officially ended the Sorting Hat ceremony and commenced the great big welcome feast. Suddenly, like magic, plates filled with delicious and tasty smelling food appearing in front of every student.

 

[tamarapasek]

Sara Alcott
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Truthfully, Sara hadn't paid much attention to the sorting ceremony. She'd be seeing these kids for the next 7 years anyway, and the first few sortees were enough to satiate her curiosity. She instead preferred to needle her upperclassmen into answering her many many questions, getting a few varied answers until they'd all resolved to just focus on shoveling food onto their plates and pretending they hadn't heard her. She sighed, piling food onto her plate just as the ceremony was coming to a close. Some slytherin girl had been the last, Welsh something or another? As she was resigned to just eat and get on to the dormitories, a both new yet familiar face caught her eye.

At some point, a bespectacled, fellow first year had taken a seat next to her. His curls alone would've been enough to pull her attention, she found herself completely unable to tell whether they were a very dark blonde or a brown, ambiguous in the way one might stare at an optical illusion forever and not be able to tell whether it was a dog or a rabbit. But what had caught her eye first and foremost, was the face. She knew that face. Had seen it every day since she was the wee age of 5 and had started attending school. It wasn't one of the most well-known faces around school, but had been a permanent fixture for so many years she'd be remiss to not recognize it. Truthfully, the boy had been somewhat unpopular among their peers for being quiet and geeky, a real outsider.Despite their differeces in temperament, her being outgoing and chatty while he was reserved and a man of few words, she'd felt some sympathy for the boy, a sense of comissseration over their outsider status. Him for his nerdiness, her for her propensity for getting into trouble by accident.

Resolved, she nudged his shoulder. "Hey!" She exclaimed, shoveling food into her mouth. "Finn, right? I'm Sara. I don't know if you remember me but we went to school together. We did that group project once, the one on natural disasters?" Upon recieving affirmation they did in fact know each other, a smile spread across her face. Incentivized, she resumed talking. "I can't believe it! I didn't expect to know anyone here. Grew up muggle you see-well you knew that, I suppose. Da was a wizard, but he took off so don't really know that much about it. So how did you? End up here?" She questioned expectantly, filling in the silence while he formulated his answer. "I'm so glad I know someone here, you have no clue. It's nice to meet new people, but old friends are even better. Especially when they're in the same house-but of course you got into Ravenclaw! You were always crazy bright with your studies and stuff. Cheated off ya a few times when I get wrapped up in studying another subject I forget to do social studies or-oh crap I shouldn't have said that!" She groaned, sighing loudly. How did this always happen? She always ended up confessing stuff and having to backtrack, one of the many curses of a motormouth. "Not that I'm some habitual cheater or anything. Please don't think I'm just talking to you for that! It just sort of happens sometimes, not really planned or anything."

Sara groaned, propping both elbows onto the table to massage her scalp. "I really am sorry, that sounded pretty bad. I meant to say you're very.........reliable when it comes to brainy stuff, it's no wonder you're a Ravenclaw." She buried her face into her hands. For once, she saw the escape to the conversation with her coming, and she wouldn't blame the boy one bit.

FINN: Qwertycakes

 

[Lucipurr]

Piper Lewis
First Year - Great Hall
Mentions: Ivy / Asua ​

The longer the sorting ceremony dragged on, the more frustrated the girl became. Nothing about this experience made any sense, and for a moment, Piper was convinced she was being set up for some elaborate TV show. Why had her parents insisted on having her attend if they felt such a deep resentment towards magic? Couldn't she have continued to live her life as a "muggle"? Or couldn't they have at least told her about this sooner? But no, she was forced to attend a school that focused on the studies of the impossible- or, what was once impossible. Unfortunately, this was no TV show and there was no denying the existence of magic. The hidden stores with tiny, angry men, phasing through a stone wall, the floating candles- magic which once seemed so distant suddenly surrounded her.

Before she realized it, the sorting ceremony had ended as quickly as it had begun. Piper had failed to uncover the truth behind the sorting hat (which supposedly belonged to some old, dead guy but that information was scrapped) and failed to understand her parent's intentions. Eventually, McGonagall concluded the sorting ceremony. All of the first-year students had been sorted into their perspective houses and would be expected to remain there for the next seven years. Piper had a hard time believing that it was possible to remain in one house with the same people for a full seven years. There's no way the students are okay with being confined like that.

But those thoughts were the last thing on her mind as the table before her was filled with endless rows of delicious food. The juicy, delicate aroma caused her stomach to growl and Piper began to quickly fill her plate. Sure, magic food probably wasn't the most nutritious, but she was starving and wasn't about to deny a good hamburger. Ever since moving to England, Piper had a fierce craving for an All-American Cheeseburger and she was willing to fight for it.

Despite being so entranced by the perfectly cooked meat and delicately salted potato wedges, a familiar face caught the corner of her eye. It was a young girl, another first year. What was her name? Ivy Walker? Right, she was one of the last students to be sorted. Piper briefly remembered being perplexed by her because of how quickly she had been sorted, unlike other students where the hat often paused for dramatic effect. But the hat hadn't touched her head before making its decision, is she special or something? Ivy was definitely a pretty girl, so her face was easily memorable. And that girl was seated just before her, smiling and laughing with the other students.

"How are able to smile so much? It's obnoxious." Had Piper blurted that out loud? Oh well, she continued to carefully eat the hamburger given to her, hoping her comment was drowned out by the other students.

 

[Edric Blight]

Chase Crosby​

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Chase raised his eyebrows and grinned as McGonogall finally ended the sorting ceremony and officially commenced the big welcome feast to Hogwarts. The boy looked in front of him and down the table as magically, full plates of absolutely deliciously mouth watering food appeared out of thin air. The aroma alone was enough to make Chase's stomach growl again, and the sight was certainly not helping Chase's hunger to cease. But right now, the boy had one thing on his mind- finding and talking to this red haired goddess. Even if he couldn't talk to her, at least maybe he could reward himself with just another short glimpse of the pretty girl.

Before getting up from his seat, Chase grabbed the large chicken leg on his plate and took a big chomp out of it, barbarian style, as he set it down and got up. The boy took a deep breath, dusting off his Gryffindor robes and adjusting his crimson and gold striped tie slightly before running a hand through his soft head of thick brown hair. Once he was confident his hair looked presentable as did his robes and tie, the boy went to go make his way to catch a glimpse of the Slytherin table.

Luckily for Chase, he wasn't the odd man out. Many other students had the same idea and were getting up and about, going around the Great Hall to go talk with friends and/or siblings. Not every student sat and ate their meal immediately, so Chase had a good cover of people getting up and walking around, going to intermingle with kids from different houses and tables. Chase's empty and hungry stomach was the least of his concerns right now. He figured he'd eat later, the boy couldn't think clearly- he was too caught up on the pretty Slytherin girl he had seen being sorted.

As the brown haired Gryffindor first year boy walked around and sifted his way through the crowd of students all standing and talking to their old friends and catching up as well as students heading over to different tables to find their friends, Chase looked for a distinct head of red hair at the Slytherin table. Many older years were walking around and going to different tables to meet up with old friends from the previous years from different houses, and young and short 11 year old Chase Crosby squeezed his way by them, bumping into some accidentally before apologizing quickly and continuing on his way.

It was then that Chase saw it, what looked to be a red haired girl standing up and seemingly looking for something. It seemed that there was a sea of brunettes, so the red head stuck out like a sore thumb. Chase's eyes widened as an eager smile came across his face. This was her, it had to be! Crosby felt his heart instantly quicken its pace as it began beating faster and louder as the boy made his way to the red head. The boy squeezed and pushed past the crowd of students, some older and taller and some just his height and age, as he made his way towards the ginger haired girl. He could feel his heart beating in his throat now as he approached closer to her.

Crosby then reached the girl, gently pulling on the sleeve of the Slytherin's robes. His eyes widened as he blushed slightly as the girl turned around. She had that distinct red hair and those pretty brown eyes Chase had seemingly fallen for at first sight. Yes, this was Grace Walsh.

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Grace Walsh: kakemha

 

[kakemha]

Grace Walsh
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As the headmistress concluded, all the kids in the Great Hall rejoiced and the plates in front of them magi ally filled with food. Grace's eyes widened with surprise with just the variety alone, there was almost every kind of food you could ever want on the table in front of you. Grace took a few small bites here and there, but she wanted to do something else other than eat.

Another thing students did after the sorting ceremony concluded, was find their friends from other houses. Seeing this, she remembered the handsome young boy she saw at the beginning of the sorting ceremony. She thought that she wouldn't be able to see him for quite a long time again, given the rivalry between their two houses. But now that there were a crowd of people looking for other people, this was the chance to see him again.

As the thought of the boy came into her head again, she stood up from the Slytherin table, excusing herself from the multiple conversations that she was engaged in, and went to try to make her way to the Gryffindor table.

The crowd was just massive, practically a sea of brunettes and there were so many people walking around now that it was impossible to walk without having to push past people. After using a lot of her strength to push past people, she realized how hard this will be. The boy was a brunette as well, and it was almost impossible to see anyone's face clearly in this crowd.

But that's when she felt a tugging on her newly changed Slytherin robes. Turning around, she was delightful to see the sight of the boy she had saw earlier holding onto her robes. With a smile on her face, she faced him and asked, "Crosby, right? Chase Crosby?"

Mentions:​

Chase: Edric Blight

 

[Edric Blight]

Chase Crosby​

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Chase’s eyes widened as the girl turned around and addressed him. A slight red blush tinted Crosby’s cheeks as she spoke to him for the first time. “She knows my name!” he thought to himself in his head, “She knows my name!” The boy looked down to where he was holding her by the robe sleeve and quickly let go, not wanting to make things any more awkward.

Crosby noticed a small smile on the girl’s face that seemed to make his heart melt. Chase Crosby was always a confident little young man, so why was it that he felt like he was going to melt into a puddle as this pretty girl looked back at him and spoke to him?

Chase gulped and nodded slowly, forcing a smile as he spoke to her for the first time. “Y- yea, Chase Crosby,” he said with a nod, confirming that she had his name right. “G- Grace, right? Grace Walsh?” he asked her, “Pleasure to meet you,” he told her as he adjusted a few locks of brown hair off of his forehead. God, he thought, she was even prettier up close.

Mentions:​

Grace Walsh: kakemha

 

[kakemha]

Grace Walsh
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As she heard the boy confirm that he was indeed Chase, she breathed a small of relief. It would be a bit embarrassing if she was talking to the wrong person or got their name wrong, especially since she got a glimpse of a similar looking boy sitting at the Slytherin table with a bunch of people talking to him. She thought that they could be related probably, but she didn't want to assume right away, but her intuitions are very trustworthy.

Hearing her name come out of Chase's mouth made Grace blush a bit. It sounded so natural to hear him say it. "Yeah, Grace Walsh in the flesh." She said as she tucked a strand of her red hair behind her ear. She looked towards the floor for a moment, feeling shy but she was also trying to stay calm.

Once she was composed enough, she looked up to Chase and extended a hand, for a handshake. "Pleasure to meet you as well, Chase. Also I must say, your hair looks perfect already, touching it more might make it messier." She confessed as she watched the boy adjusted his hair, maybe a nervous response. But Grace had the impression that his hair would look just straight out of bed.

Mentions:​

Chase: Edric Blight

 

[VolcanicAccelerator]

Titus Marius

Titus was strangely...steady throughout this experience, due to his muggle heritage he wasn't aware of magic until a few days ago, and yes the magically appearing food and ghastly floating men were quite far from his comfort zone of grime and crime that were the London streets. However, to the outside observer, Titus was stone-faced and constantly looking pissed off. His fellow Slytherins were being shall we say, cautious towards the newcomer with most giving him a wide berth. However one brave..or perhaps foolish soul, would come up towards Titus.

"Hello, quite the show you put on earlier. Nearly knocked those pathetic Hufflepuffs on their rear" cackled a blonde-haired boy with a long crooked nose and thick posh accent, and just from a glance. Titus could tell this was someone he'd usually mug outside of school. The stench of nobility clung to this boy hard. Titus didn't stop chewing, and only after he had scarfed down the rest of his mammoth-sized steak did he even turn to look towards this housemate. "I ain't put on a show, just think all of this is pointless," said Titus while looking down. His tone was one of thinly veiled annoyance. The blonde boy spoke again, "I'm Drake Strixhaven, I'm sure you're aware of my family" to this Titus belched up some drink in the face of this Strixhaven prick, "No fucking clue who you are" he said while diving in for more food like some rabid beast.

To this, Drake scoffed. "Well I'm not sure how you wouldn't know us, my family is among the most reputable of Pureblood lines." said an exasperated Drake, who up until this point was wowing everyone he met with his family name. Though Titus seemed incredibly unimpressed, and after tearing another strip of meat from a roasted bird. He'd get out a, "Fucks a pureblood?" between bites. Drake looked frankly stunned at this and nearly spat, right then and there. "The prestigious pureblood families are made up of exclusively wizards and witches, not even a trace of muggle blood." says Drake while turning a bit red from the frustration of having to explain such a concept, "Obviously you're some kind of muggle-born, but regardless I consider myself something of a talent scout. You're quite the strong young fellow, how would you like rolling with my crew? You just need to look intimidating and listen to what I say." said Drake, with a cunning and also infuriating smirk. To this Titus, put down his plate and looked at this Strixhaven brat, and creeping onto Titus's face was a smile...a very dangerous smile. "So this pureblood thing, does it make you any stronger than these muggle-born" asked Titus, and to this Drake looked kind of flabbergasted, "Well not technically I suppose but our status-" SLAM with frankly terrifying speed, Drake found his face slammed into a plate of mashed potato's and a large hand pushing his head deeper into the starch, Titus leaned in. "Let's get one thing straight right here right now, I ain't a fucking pureblood, I ain't a damn muggle-born, I'm not even sure I'm a wizard but there's one thing I'm damn sure of, Titus Marius doesn't take orders from nobody, and I can kick your ass so bad you're gonna wish I used a spell to turn you into a frog" and with that Titus let go of the very scared pureblood child who, rushed out of the great hall with swears upon his breath and tears in his eyes. After such a display, that thankfully was blocked from the attention of teachers via all the noise and movement. Suddenly a bunch of the kids that were hanging around Drake began sitting closer and closer to Titus, who smiled...this would be fun.
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He didn't know why but he felt like he was going to explode. He was doing his very best to play it cool and maybe even a little bit of the "suave handsome man" in front of her. Chase was a weird mix of confident and dashing young Crosby along with shy and sheepish boy right now. He sure hoped he wasn't making a fool of himself as he casually adjusted some of his brown hair. The boy smiled shyly and shrugged a bit as she confirmed that she was in fact Grace Walsh. Of course internally, Chase was freaking out, but he needed to try to compose himself lest he want even the tiniest of chances with this girl. First impressions were everything, so he had to make a good one. His father would always stress the importance of first impressions to his brother, it was something Chase had picked up on when his dad was lecturing Thomas. Eventually their father passed on the lectures to Chase when he became a bit older. "Confidence is attractive, Tom," his dad would sometimes say to Thomas. Those words stuck with the youngest Crosby boy.

Chase then saw Grace extending a hand out towards him, presumably for a handshake. Just as the young Gryffindor was about to open his mouth to speak and say something back to the red haired Slytherin girl, he stopped as she said something that made his little heart jump. The boy's eyes widened as she said his hair was perfect, causing Chase to blush quite a bit as a red color showed itself on his little cheeks. Her comment about his hair had certainly made the youngest Crosby's cheeks go rosy red. He paused for a moment, wide eyed, blushing slightly, and stunned at her quite unexpected but flattering words. Internally, he was freaking out but also pleasantly surprised and loving that she had thought his hair was perfect. His hair was one of the best things about him and the family in general. The Crosbys had good genes when it came to that. The boy had adjusted his hair previous to attempt to look better, maybe the tiniest bit more attractive, but to know she liked it just how he had kept it stuck with him. He was usually good about keeping up his hair and his appearances.

After a little moment of pause and internal thought for Chase, he gave Grace a sheepish smile back, her words clearly flattering him (and internally melting him). With a little rosy tint on his cheeks and a shy smile, he nodded and stuck out his own hand to return the gesture and give her a handshake back. Chase nodded as he grabbed her hand and gave it a nice firm almost businessman-like shake. "Th- thanks, you really think so?" he asked her, still not believing what he had heard. "I guess I could say the same for yours, it's very pretty," he told her, smiling shyly as he looked at her hair. His compliment for her made him blush even more, his face going a little bit more red. Was this part of the curse that came with the Crosby charm? The good looks, personality, and confidence but also the blushing? Chase hated it, but he couldn't help it when his face went as red as a tomato. He hoped she wouldn't find it weird he had complimented her pretty red hair and had meant it to flatter her, because it was true in his mind what he had said about it.

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Grace watched as young Crosby boy turned redder and redder. She could see that he was trying to be cool, but the blush kept growing deeper and deeper. And as the blush oh Chase's face grew, the small smile on Grace's face grew just a little bit more each time. She had a hunch she was the one making him blush with all the compliments, but she never knew that her compliments could make someone blush so much, she found it quite cute frankly.

After shaking his hand, she noticed that his hand were rough in comparison to her smooth dainty ones. It was probably because of the Quidditch he played, but you could clearly see the difference between them, in almost every sense of the word. "Yeah I think so. Your hair just looks immaculate, not to mention soft and kinda fluffy." She responded as she looked at his hair once more. It made her want to ruffle it a bit, wanting to see what it looked like a bit messed up.

But something made Grace blush even more than the light blush that was already on her cheeks. Chase complimented her red hair. She had always been a bit insecure and shy about her red hair, it stood out from everyone else’s usually. And no one really complimented her on it before. "Really? My red hair? No one's ever called it pretty before. Well if you think the color is pretty, you would love yourself right now, you're as red and my hair." She joked as she tucked another strand behind her ear and fiddled with the end of her hair out of shyness. She was just so glad he liked her hair that her smile really grew.

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As Chase took her hand in his for a handshake, he noticed how soft and dainty the girl's hands were. It was a bit of a contrast to his own hands which had became rough over years of playing and practicing Quidditch. As they shook each other's hands, Chase raised his eyebrows and smiled as the girl continued on about his hair. Grace had complimented that great fluffy and soft head of brown hair that Chase was so proud of even more, causing the boy's face to of course go a little bit more red. Her comment certainly didn't help to let Chase's face return to its natural color. He chuckled slightly as he smiled sheepishly as she looked at his hair.

Now Chase saw that it was Grace's turn to blush, although to her credit she wasn't as red as Chase's face was right now. He nodded and smiled, opening his mouth to respond as she asked if he really liked her red hair and told him that no one had ever called it pretty before, but her next words caused his eyes to widen and of course did not help to stop his blushing. The boy's heart leapt as his eyes widened- he was blushing, and she could most definitely see him. Chase didn't think the constant blushing was helping his case in the whole act to appear handsome, so he quickly tried to come up with something as she commented he was as red as her hair.

"What? I- I am?" he asked, admittedly caught a little off guard by her comment about his red blushing face. His eyes were wide as he tried to think of something to say. "Oh dear, erm, y- i- it's a skin condition..." he said nervously, bringing his hands to cover his red cheeks briefly as his mind pacing as he looked a bit uncomfortable, his eyes looking around the room anywhere else but back at Grace's brown eyes now. "Oh err uhh, m- maybe it's the lighting!" Chase added quickly, thinking of a better excuse and kind of cursing himself internally for not thinking of that one on the fly first. His eyes were wide as he looked back at her, feeling his heart rate quicken as he forced a smile, hoping she'd buy the "lighting" bullshit excuse.

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Hearing Chase's excuse of a skin condition or the lighting, Grace couldn't help my laugh a bit. She found it adorable that he was trying to keep up a cool facade. Although most girls would love a guy with a handsome face and a cool facade, she didn't really mind if a cool facade was there or not, what mattered to her was that the guy was sweet and kind. Chase seemed to possess those traits, but she supposed that the blushing mess part of him was just a bonus.

"Chase, it's fine if you blush, I think it's quite cute. Don't hide." Grace said kindly and gently. Seeing that he held up his hands fo his face, Grace took a few steps towards Chase. Bringing her hands up to his face cautiously, she moved Chase's hands away from his face gently. Once his face was visible to her once more, she smiled and said, "I'd say handsome and charming with or without the blush, Crosby."

Getting a closer look at Chase's face, Grace only now noticed the small details about him, and all those small details are what makes him so handsome in her eyes. She was still holding onto his hands when she remembered something. If she could see Chase's face this close, he could see hers. Her eyes widened slightly before looked to the floor out of slight embarrassment to what he might see, but she didn't step away.

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Chase looked back at Grace unsurely as she laughed a bit at his silly excuse of a skin condition which then a little too quickly changed into an excuse about the lighting of the room. He was a blushing mess right now and he hated it. He was supposed to be a Crosby- confident and dashing! Not this shy and red faced little kid!

But the boy’s brown eyes widened as Grace stated it was fine if he blushed and even further, that it was cute when he did so. Cute? He couldn’t believe his ears! Did his ears deceive him? To make matters worse, Grace’s comment about him blushing being cute only seemed to make his face turn even more red as he blushed more, causing him to keep his hands over his red cheeks. Sure she said she thought it was cute, but the youngest Crosby boy couldn’t help but feel ashamed of the tomato face.

He looked down and closed his eyes as he blushed even more, wishing he had a bit more confidence about him that didn’t reduce him to a red faced mess at the mention of a compliment. He wished he could disappear in that moment, but he opened his eyes and widened them as he looked up, feeling two gentle and soft hands on his wrists, gently moving them away from where they were covering his blushing cheeks.

The boy’s eyes were wide as he noticed Grace was even closer to him now, and touching him gently, moving his hands down away from his face that he was covering out of shame. He raised his eyebrows as the girl told him he was handsome and charming regardless of the blush, he face seemingly just inches from his. The wide eyed blushing Chase stared back into her brown eyes as he opened his mouth slightly in shock at her words.

Never had anyone his age of the opposite gender said all these nice and flattering things to him. He looked back at her, his eyes wide with surprise as his mouth was open slightly, the red haired girl still holding onto his hands. Chase still wore a red tint on his face as he looked back at her. He could see all of the details in her face now, and he realized she could probably see every little thing about him, including any imperfections.

Chase then saw Grace’s eyes widened as she seemingly noticed how close she was to his face and that she was standing there with his hands in hers, for maybe a little bit longer than she would have liked to admit. “Y- you think I’m cute, a- and handsome? Even with the blush?” he finally asked softly after the two had been staring back at each other for a while until Grace looked down, a bit embarrassed.

Chase then moved his hands gently to lock his fingers with hers as he held both of her hands, looking directly into her eyes, hoping she would look back at him so he could stare back into her pretty brown eyes. “I- I can’t believe the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen is saying these things to me,” he said softly, in an almost whisper. “You’re even prettier up close like this, Walsh,” he told her, smiling shyly as his face remained red at the cheeks.

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