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[Macaberz]

Ethan Caughey


Ethan watched as one after the other got assigned to the houses. Rose and Gail were sent to the house with the snake banners, and Meghan to the lions. As for the others, he struggled to remember their names. As the line thinned and thinned, he began to worry a mistake had been made. Perhaps he wasn't a wizard after all, and he would be sent back!


Constance Shapiro looked down at her scroll of first year names. "Ethan Caughey" Her voice was crisp, echoing around the now quieting room.


His limbs stiffened. The alien name ricocheting through the Great Hall was his. By now he had deciphered the purpose of the crumpled old hat which, as if by magic, appeared to be ten times further away.


Breathing deeply through his nostrils, he set his gaze dead ahead and strode forward with the greatest confidence he could muster. He knew too little of the houses to have a real preference, he just wanted to be in the best one.


As the boy made his way to the stool, Shapiro allowed herself to show a small smile amused at the confidence the kid was conjuring. She placed the hat above his head and took a step back waiting for it to start speaking.


"Confident ay?" The hat came to life on top of the boy's head and smirked. He knew exactly what he wanted to do with Ethan. "Exercise it correctly and it'll bring the power to face any challenge." The hat moved on top of the boy's head as it spoke musing over his next words. "There's a great sense of pride and egoism in you. It's quite a beauty. People will do amazing things to ensure their survival and you my dear lad are no different. Slytherin should be the best fit for you." The hat spoke so only Ethan could hear.


His eyes widened. The voice, the hat's voice was inside his head! It was both frightening and amazing at the same time. Ethan let his eyes slide across the Great Hall. Which one of the tables was Slytherin? I don't care where you put me- well...I do, but I don't suppose I have a choice. And if I do. Well... he smiled, I'd like to be in the best house.


Ambitious are we? Great ambition is the passion of a great character. Good or Bad? Depends on the principles which direct them. The best you have asked for, but what is the best exactly. Best for me might not be best for you. The question is, where will I strive the more. Which will it be, eh? I know!" The hat smirked once again stopping his muse and finally announcing: "Slytherin!"





He sent the stupidest grin at Gail as he jumped up from the stool and made his way to the cheering table. Plonking down next to his best friend, he couldn't help but jab his elbow into Gail's side. "We're in the same house!" he breathed.

 

[NessieAlways]

~Imogen P. Gladwyn~

Where dwell the brave at heart

Collab with @Effervescent


Before Yvaine could respond once again, the lady was back calling them towards her. Imogen was quick on her feet trying to keep up with the elegant looking lady in long black robes. The approached a large set of double doors that opened with a swift motion. What hid behind the doors was beyond anything Imogen had ever imagined. Four long tables overflowing with food extended along the great hall reminding Imogen of a much fancier version of their family thanksgiving dinners. Sparkling lights caught her attention as her head whipped up to the ceiling and found thousands of candles hovering above her head. Imogen's mouth dropped wide open in awe of the splendor around her. It was far more beautiful than what her grandfather had described to her.

As the rest of the students flowed in behind Imogen, she spotted a old looking hat placed on a stool. It was funky looking which made Imogen laugh Wonder who gets to wear that cool hat... Her eyes immediately fell to an old man that began to speak welcoming all the children to Hogwarts. Though Imogen was actually there, she still had a hard time believing all this was all real. She wasn't out in her backyard, or in her grandfather's living room. She wouldn't wake up tomorrow in her bed or in the back car seat. This was the real deal. Imogen furrowed her brow in confusion as the Headmaster motioned for the hat to "take it away". Was the Headmaster crazy? How can a hat "take it-...Before she finished her thoughts the hat began to move. Imogen gasped loudly. She'd never seen anything like this before. It was Magical! Not only did the hat move, but it spoke too!

Imogen was too shocked by the talking hat, she didn't pay much attention to the words of what he was saying. That and he was also speaking a bit too fast for her to keep up, but once the hat finished she, along with the rest of the students, burst into loud cheering and clapping. Once the hall was back to the normal chatter, the lady stepped out and began to read names. It took Imogen a moment to figure out what was happening since she didn't follow along to the song, but after the first two people, she realized the lady was sorting people into the four tables. Each table had a different color. This must be why I saw all those colors on the robes of the other students. Imogen watched at the hat was placed on the heads of students and after some silence, the hat would call out a name. Imogen didn't know what the names meant, but she still got excited when they were called out. She watched as student after student went up to the stool and then took a seat their respective tables. It seemed exciting!

Sharpiro's slender, bony finger slipped down the page of names and stopped promptly. "Imogen Gladwyn," she called out.

The sound of her name ringing though the halls made a little black hat with a mass of tangled blonde curls underneath point up. A bright grin spread across her face as Imogen shot her hand up in the sky, "Oh that's me! Me! Me! That's me!" Imogen ran up to the stool and sit down abruptly, gripping the edges of the seat excitedly as she waited for the hat to be placed on her head as she had seen it happen to the others. She looked over at the lady, "Hello ma'am. You look very pretty. Like a queen. And you smell pretty too!"

As the girl bolted for the stool, Sharpiro quickly brought the Sorting Hat into her hands by the brim. It was a delicate sweep, careful to be gentle with the ragged looking hat while removing it from potential harm's way. Her gaze looked down upon the vibrant girl inquisitively before her expression softened to a smile at her words. "Thank you," she responded in kind, "and you are quite lovely yourself."

With that, the hat was delicately placed upon the girl's thick blonde crown, and the Sorting Hat popped to life. "Ohh hmmmm!" the hat contemplated. "Such exuberance. And quite the head on your shoulders! So polite and kind, too. Ah! But I see most in you a brave soul willing to take on any challenge! A Gryffindor perhaps?" The Sorting Hat gave pause in the notion.

A loud gasp escaped Imogen's lips as the hat began to speak. Though she had seen it talk from afar, Imogen hadn't actually stopped to realize that the hat was alive. Millions of questions surged through her head. How old was the hat? Did it have a wife? Children? What did it look like when it was a baby? Did it have a heart? Was blood running through the fabric? If it was would it stain her hair? But the biggest question she had, Can you see my brain? Is it big?

As the hat spoke, Imogen tried hard to pay attention to what it was saying, but her head was filled with so many of her own thoughts that it was hard to keep focus. A word caught her attention. Brave. The hat had just called her brave. She perked up "Do you really think so? My grandpa tells me I'm brave all the time, but my mom thinks I'm just goofy. But coming from your sir... ma'am. Uh...hat. Yeah. Hat. But coming from you hat that really means a lot. Thank you! But hey...I have a question...Well I have a lot of questions, but most important. What's a Gryffindor?"

"Oh, so kind, too," the Sorting Hat said as it continued. "The Hufflepuff in you is there. Gryffindor, however, is the house of heroes! The bastion of bravery! The castle of courage! Everyone in Gryffindor is much like you. There isn't a challenge you won't face head on!"

"That sounds so cool!" Imogen once again gripped the edges of the stool to stop herself from bouncing up and down in glee. "I like castles! This one time I went on an adventure to a castle and there was a fire breathing dragon! Mom always said girls are supposed to be the ones locked away waiting for the prince, but not me! I went I slayed the dragon. " Imogen continued for a second more telling the hat all about her play adventure in the castle when she realized she had gone off track.

"What were we talking about again? Oh right the house! Yeah. Gryffindor sounds cool. I definitely want to meet people like me, but Hat can I ask for one thing?" Imogen looked up trying to see the hat but only catching a glimpse of the bottom edge of it. "You see I made this friend, and it'd be awesome if he were with me too. So can you put him with me? " She wasn't entirely sure if that's how the whole sorting worked, but it was worth a try.

The Sorting Hat's brim raised and lowered like a shrug, its crown arching back in thought as it continued to speak just to the little blonde girl. "That remains to be seen. I cannot base his fate on your own will, young one. He has to choose it for himself. As do all the wizards and witches that come through here. You are sorted based on your own design rather than the wants of others. Are you ready for the next step?"

Imogen frowned a bit, "I guess that makes sense." Imogen looked over towards Yvaine wondering what Yvaine's design was. From what she'd learn from him so far, he liked having fun and that was all Imogen needed to know to say he was like her. But maybe the hat saw something more in people. Something she still had to learn about. Taking a deep breath Imogen finally smiled. "Okay hat. I'm ready!" There was excitement in her voice. The same excitement she had when boarding the train and coming off the boats. She was so ready to hear what house the hat would put her in.

A grin emerged from the fabric of the crown, gathered thickly as the Sorting Hat straightened atop Imogen's head.

"Gryffindor!"

The second the hat yelled out her house name, the tables began cheering although one in particular caught her attention. They were cheering the loudest. Some were even standing up and whirling their hats around. "That must be Gryffindor! " she thought. A warm comforting feeling send butterflies through her stomach. She rose her hand waving at the enthusiastically before hopping off the stool and making her way to her table. But before she got too far, Imogen turned around and looked at the hat. "Thank you Hat. We should have tea sometime. See you around!" With that Imogen smiled brightly and ran off the her table receiving various hair ruffles, fist bumps and high fives as she walked through. It was scary yet exhilarating, but most imporantly it felt right.​

 

[NessieAlways]

|William W. Whickham|

Where they are just and loyal


Collab with @Effervescent


Hearing the boy saying stairs were the most dangerous thing in the castle was both relieving and terrifying. So there wont be any scary monsters that William would have to lookout for, but he was in the middle of the stairs. "Oh no!" William shouted pushing through the crowd to grab on to the side railings so he wouldn't fall off. "I don't want to die from falling off the stairs!" William then heard a familiar voice, it was Rosemary. The first person he had met on the train. "Didn't you hear, these stairs are dangerous! Be very careful!" The more William said it, the more he began to notice how dumb he was sounding. William let go of the railing with a glum expression. The boy was probably just messing with him. "That wasn't very nice..." He mumble before the lady appeared and guided them through the halls of the school.

The first thing William noticed as the doors of the hall opened were the flickering lights above his head. His father had mentioned them a couple of times to him and his siblings, but all he could remember was his sister taunting him about the hot candle wax dripping down and landing on his head. Though the sight was gorgeous, William couldn't help but cringe once in a while looking from candle to candle trying to steer clear of any raining wax. That of course wasn't a problem since it was all magic, still William couldn't be too safe. The second thing that caught William's eyes were the table of professors and the head master in the middle. He knew some of them since his father had been good friends with many of the staff in Hogwarts, but the person he was glad of seeing again was the Headmaster. He had been the man to bring his letter. He'd been the reason William was here. All he wanted to do was run up to him and give him a big hug, thanking him for giving him this opportunity. He hadn't been able to do that when he first got his letter because his father was present, but now that he wasn't there, William could properly thank Mr. Broadus.

When everyone stopped at the front of the hall, William automatically knew what would be happening next. His eyes gleamed brightly as the headmaster introduced the hat and it burst into a song. William followed the lyrics grinning wider and wider as he recognized every house that was being called. He felt as if he had special information that no one else did as he saw the quizzical expressions on a lot of the students around him. His smile grew as wide as ever when Slytherin was called out in the song, his head quickly turning to the green and sliver table at the edge of the hall. His future table. William couldn't wait! When the hat finished, the lady from before began reading names from the list. Some he didn't recognize but others he knew all too well.

First name he knew was Gail. He was a Slytherin! William was so happy knowing that he'd have a friend in his house. Second was Meghan. He was a bit disappointed when she was called for Gryffindor, but he was sure they could still be friends, that is if no one found out he was speaking with the enemy. Then was Rosemary, also a Slytherin. This would be perfect! Two friends in his house. William was far too happy to comprehend. The last person, he didn't know his name, but he recognized the boy's face. He had been the boy that spoke to him in the stairs, Ethan was his name. He also got into Slytherin. William frowned a bit not wanting to be in a house with someone who had been mean to him, but maybe William could avoid him. The rest of the names William didn't recognize. Guess he didn't make as many friends as he thought.

Sharpiro's eyes followed the exuberant girl as she held the Sorting Hat in one hand and her clip board in the other. Her eyes flecked back to the list. "William Wickham."

William had been so excited for this moment. He'd play and replay the scene many times at home using paper hats. "What house am I in hat?" "Well William you're in Slytherin just like your dad!" "Yes! Thank you hat!" But now that he was actually here standing with the students being sorted all he could feel was fear. Despite the fear, there was a small smile as Gail and Rosemary were sorted into Slytherin and Meghan into Gryffindor. If he got into Slytherin both Gail and him could bully Meghan, playfully of course. It'd be fun to have a friend in the enemy house. William's mind went wild imagining many possibilities between the three until he heard his name being called. His eyes went wide and body rigid. This was it. Gulping, William shakily walked to the front and sat on the stool feeling faint.

Sharpiro delicately rested the hat upon the boy and took a step back. There came another silence and anticipation as those within the Great Hall waited for the Sorting Hat to call out William's House. And while the silence settled, the Hat came to life for the boy and spoke to him within his mind.

"William Wickham!" the Sorting Hat began. "You are interestingly different than your father. Ah! Yes. So playful and so friendly. You want to have fun and make friends, eh?"

"Gah!" The boy gasped loudly when the hat began to speak. It took every part of this will not to shoot up from the stool and runaway. Hearing the mention of his father, however, was a bit relieving. You know my father? William began to perk up as he remembered what his father had told him about the hat. "I stared at it as I walked up to the stool. When it was in my head I told it what I wanted. The hat didn't even hesitate to give it to me. It didn't even brush the top of my hair and it called out, Slytherin." As the hat continued, William's smile only grew. "Yes..." Though William was excited, there was still caution behind his voice. "I would like to have fun and make friends." It was hard to get the words out of his mouth. He'd never talked to a hat before what was he supposed to say. How do ya do? "Are...are you going to help me make friends?'

The Sorting Hat chuckled at the boy's inquiry. "You don't need my help in that! But because you are so kind and fair, you will do best in Hufflepuff. Mmm yes! Your dedication is not in your own ambitions but for the betterment of all. Even in your playful pranks you still hold up to the fairness and friendliness. Everyone has room in the heart of William Wolfe Wickham! How curious. How fascinating!"

Just as William was beginning to relax the hat mentioned Hufflepuff. William's mouth dropped in horror. "What? Me? A Hufflepuff? But that's a house for losers. I'm not a loser. I'm a Slytherin just like my daddy! I have to be! I have to make my daddy proud." William could feel tears stinging in the back of his eyes. It was bad enough that the hat hadn't called Slytherin as William's house, but now putting him in Hufflepuff? From what William knew, his father always said that Hufflepuff was a worthless house. Anyone who was put in Hufflepuff was a shame to the wizarding world, and now he was being put there. There had to be some mistake.

The Sorting Hat clothy brow furrowed, its head tilting somewhat at William's hysterics. "Hufflepuff isn't a house for losers!" the Sorting Hat said in return. "It's a house of true and unabashed loyalty. It's a house filled with the most wonderful people you will ever meet that encourage each other to achieve their goals. But....if you would much rather be in Slytherin..." The Hat gave pause to allow the boy to decide for himself.

"I want to meet wonderful people..." William thought out loud. He looked over at the Hufflepuff table noticing the warm aura that the students sitting there had. His gaze then shifted to the Slytherin table. The students there had a more composed look much like his father's and siblings. William's nerves began to act up again. He liked that the Hufflepuff's seemed friendly, but he knew his father wanted him to be in Slytherin. It was a hard decision. "I...I just want to make Daddy proud of me." William finally said deciding to trust the hat whole heartedly. If he was truly magical, then William was sure he would be put in the house that would help him make his father happy.

"A Hufflepuff is someone to be proud of," the Hat responded more assuring. "You will see. And so will he!"

The Sorting Hat straightened the fabric of its crown before billowing out the house name.

"Hufflepuff!"

As the hall began cheering, William couldn't help but frown slightly. He had really wanted to be a Slytherin like his father, but that didn't seem possible anymore. He had been sorted into Hufflepuff. William jumped off of the stool his eyes still lingering in the snake's table. He looked at Gail and Rosemary. They seemed to fit in well. William sighed faking a smile and walking over to the Hufflepuff table who cheered and hollered as William approached. Their energy was contagious, so William's fake smile turned real by the time he had reached the end of the table. Maybe this wouldn't be such a bad house after all. Everyone seemed friendly. Maybe his dad had been wrong about Hufflepuff. As William took a seat, he began to feel the warmth of all the people as they greeted him into their family. He had to admit, it was an amazing feeling.​

 

[Effervescent]

Yvaine de Sauvatterre

A collaboration with @NessieAlways


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Throat a bit dry from reading name after name, a satisfied smile formed on Shapiro's lips as she came to the last name on the list. Reading the name a bit louder and with more enthusiasm as she did the others, Shapiro announced the last name, "Yvaine de Sauveterre"


Being the last to be called came as no surprise to Yvaine. Name after name, sorting after sorting, and the gathering of First Years dwindled to just one little boy standing on his own. He had watched as Imogen gleefully sat upon the chair, and then nervously stood on his own as William was called away to Hufflepuff. All eyes seemed to turn upon Yvaine de Sauveterre, the last of the First Years to be sorted. This final student in the ceremony not only marked the merging of all first years into Hogwarts, but also marked the start of the first feast! A few stomachs gurgled in anticipation, hands clutching their midsection as they watched Yvaine approach the stool and sit upon its rigid wooden surface.


"Saved the best for last." Shapiro whispered reassuringly to Yvaine noticing the boy clutching his stomach. She smiled towards the black hair boy before placing the hat on his head. Shapiro rolled up the scroll looking pleased with herself.


Once the hall was back in silence, the hat came to life once again. "Well what do we have here my dear lad. What a great way to end the evening. Nerve, yes, quite courageous in deed. Barriers are no challenge for you. Very astute too. Ravenclaw perhaps, but you can do more. Oh so much more. Gryffindor would most definitely give you the right tools."





Coming from a long line of witches and wizards, this moment came as no surprise. His uncle regaled his own Sorting Hat experience on many occasion in his younger years due to his uncle answering and conversing with the Hat very loudly. Nothing could have prepared him for the sensation that accompanied the Sorting Hat once placed upon his tufts of shaggy hair, and he couldn't help but smile somewhat. It felt like a little tickle in his mind, but it wasn't threatening or scary at all.


"Doing more?" Yvain thought back in return. He wasn't entirely sure he was doing this right, but he continued on. "The right tools? I think I understand what you mean, but now I can't help but think of Gryffindor like a toolbox." He softly laughed through his nose to continue to keep the interaction more private, and his eyes glanced over to the Gryffindor table where Imogen now sat. "I wouldn't mind Gryffindor at all. My dad told me it's not about what house I get put into, it's about the experience and support you gain from those around you. I will take the sorting you give me because you know what's best. And Gryffindor looks fun!"


Every house is a tool box, Yvaine. Filled with everything you will need to become a great wizard." The brim of the hat curled up into a smile. "Ah yes... the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Your father is a wise man, but you are far wiser for listening to him. Honor and a strong morality are in you, lad. Quite chivalrous if ye ask me." Once again the hat chuckled. "Yes, fun would be one way to describe it. Gryffindors are people persons after all and always seeking for a little adrenaline. You'll fit in perfectly among those who stand out!


The hat when silent once again smile still on his lips.


"Gryffindor!"


A smile beamed across Yvaine's lips, tugging so tightly that he could barely see out of his squinting eyes. He squirmed in his seat, ready for the Deputy Headmistress to remove the Sorting Hat from his crown so that he could join the cheering Gryffindors at their table. Sharpiro plucked the ragged hat from Yvaine's head and gently pushed the boy forward off the stool to prompt his exit from the center. He bolted towards Imogen and leaped onto the open space on the bench next to her. Surrounding Gryffindors clapped him on the back or shook his hand to welcome him into the house warmly.

 

[RubyRose]

Gail Owen Talon


He watched as people went into Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff, and more people came to Slytherin. The girl, Megan... that had joined him and Ethan went to Gryffindor. He found it rather fitting if he were honest; what little he knew about Gryffindor anyway. He gave her a small wave, not sure if she noticed him or not but it was the thought that counts. He was at the edge of his seat when Ethan was up to the Sorting hat, though, and felt a huge grin spread across his lips when the hat shouted Slytherin!


The elbowing was a little rough, and hurt Gail's ribs, but otherwise he smiled and nudged Ethan back. "I knew we were both headed for greatness." He said enthusiastically, more than glad to have a partner again. Before it had always been his sister... but now he had Ethan and he wouldn't be alone in this. This strangely made him feel better, despite his earlier thoughts of wanting to face things on his own. First fiddles always needed second fiddles, right?


Gail noticed a rather pretty girl, and a very quiet boy join their table as well- welcomed in just as he and Ethan had been. If he remembered right he'd seen the quiet boy being drug around by an overenthusiastic girl who was now in Hufflepuff... so did the boy need direction? Or had the girl just taken it upon herself to drag him around? He shook his head before deciding he would attempt to befriend all of the Slytherin table, but he was going to focus on the ones who were in his year. For now, though, he was perfectly glad to have Ethan and to hopefully have dinner to fill his belly in a bit. He was beginning to get rather hungry.


"I'm really glad you're a wizard too, Ethan." Gail said after a short while. "I had been really upset at the thought of not seeing you except during the summer.."


@Macaberz


Erin Riann Miller


She waved back when she saw Jonas, feeling her gut sink a little when he headed towards Slytherin. It wasn't that she didn't think he could do well in that house... she had just been hoping to be in the same house. Separated like this made her wonder if they really could remain friends. No. He Promised! We would be friends even in different houses. So we'll be friends.


Without him near her, though, she felt her usual cloak of shyness enfold her and smother her with it's quiet ways. She felt welcomed into the house, for sure, and was glad to see another boy join them. He didn't look all that happy at first though... like he smiled, but the smile didn't glitter in his eyes. But before Erin could worry about him, she saw the sparks start to dazzle in his gaze and felt that he had figured his own way out. Not that she would have been able to help him really- Jonas had been such an odd difference to her usual response to people... she had just automatically been herself. But now she just felt like talking quietly and only speaking if spoken to.


When the boy moved to take a seat, Erin did at least have enough courage to pat the one next to her's. They would be taking classes together, right? So it would be best to make friends... then perhaps she could discard this shy shell she had and be her loud and energetic self.


@NessieAlways

 

[Macaberz]

Ethan Caughey.


Ethan arched an eyebrow at Gail. “Both? You know it’s just going to be me, right?” After a slight pause, his expression broke into a wide grin. He glanced around the table. A boy and a girl joined. The boy had charcoal eyes, messy hair, and a smile plastered on his face. The girl, was of a more delicate disposition, impeccable brown curls draped over either shoulder. He glanced over his shoulder towards the table in red and gold, a tinge of disappointment rose within him at seeing Meghan seated there. She’d seemed nice.


Gail’s voice drew his gaze back to the Slytherin table. “Me too. I’m glad I don’t have to lie to you about going to some fancy boarding school. You probably wouldn’t have believed me either way and-“ he stopped there and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. I’m starving though…”


@RubyRose

 

[NessieAlways]

Let the Feast Begin!

There was a moment of celebration as the first years got settled into their new houses. Second and higher years surrounded the doe eyed first years with with big joyful smiles. "What your name?"s and "Where did you come from?"s bounced from left to right as students from each house tried to get to know each other.


"I'm Daniel Flutterschot, third year, straight outta London."


"I'm Faun Gilligan, second year from Wales."


"Peter McCoy, but you can call me Pete. Came from Denmark!"


"You going to love it here, after your granted access to WiFi that is."


The clucking seemed to go on forever and each table seemed to have a different topic of interest. Raveclaw's were already testing their first years with their common room door riddle.

"There is a story that a man and not a man


Saw and did not see a bird and not a bird


Perched on a branch and not a branch


And hit him and did not hit him with a rock and not a rock. How is this possible?"
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Hufflepuffs went over the do's and don'ts to get by during the first year.


"Stay after herbology class. You might get to meet professor Monroe's sister."


"Don't go into the potions supply closet professor Constantine will turn you into a frog and make everyone forget about you!"


"Every so often someone leaves trinkets around the library. If you're one of the last ones there, you can find yourself a new friend."


Gryffindors cut straight to the fun and mischief.


"There's going to be a 'reunion' in the Zillian's Classroom tonight. Everyone who's anyone will be there."


"You need to know the WiFi password to get in."


"Some Ravenclaws are saying it's all of the Proffesors' birthdays, but no one knows when Professor Broadus was born."


Meanwhile Slytherins were the only ones discussing the recent news.


"Did you hear about the train accident?"


"That old hag needs to get replaced. She's too old."


" I don't think it was her fault! She was pushed by a first year."


"I heard one of our own hexed her."


" I was there and didn't see anyone push or trip her."


"Maybe it was a ghost?"


Conversations ceased at the sound of Proffesor Broadus clearing his throat. Though the sound was barely audible over the roar of the students talking, there was something about his subtle gesture that brought the room to almost immediate silence. A lazy smile crossed his face half hidden in that raggedy old beard. He rose slowly letting his robes drape down to his feet and walked up to the from podium. He took a long drag at his pipe before puffing the smoke out, clearing his throat one last time, and speaking. "Y'all look so happy. Making knew friends and all. Y'all have a true blessing sitting right beside yah. Don't underestimate the power of true friendship. Preach!" Professor Broadus placed his hand over his heart and rose the other to the sky bowing his head and closing his eyes. He nodded his head up and down as if he was listening to someone else speaking. After a moment Professor Broadus straighten up, took another drag at his pipe and continued. "Now I'ma let you finish your conversations, but first let's pay some respect to our beautiful mistress, Hogwarts. I wanna see y'all up on them feet. C'mon." Professor Broadus waved his arms up signaling everyone to stand up. He evened turned to the professors making them rise as well. "I want y'all to sing from your heart, you feel? Let it fill you, let it wrap around you, let lady Hogwarts know how much you love her." Once again Headmaster Broadus closed his eyes, he brought out his wand and with a flick of his wrists a beam of blue light shot out from the tip. He waved it around forming letters and words with the beam of light and began to rap.


Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,


Teach us something please,


Whether we be old and bald,


Or young with scabby knees,


Our heads could do with filling,


With some interesting stuff,


For now they're bare and full of air,


Dead flies and bits of fluff,


So teach us things worth knowing,


Bring back what we've forgot,


Just do your best, we'll do the rest,


And learn until our brains all rot.


"That was magnificent yo! Give it up for yourselves!" Professor Broadus clapped lazily and was soon joined by the rest of Hogwart's Professors. "The feels are real, yo. The feels are real." Professor Broadus took another moment as he lowered his head briefly enchanted by the love and passion in the school this year. That's why he loved looking after this school. It was so rich in innocence and youth. Professor looked up once again. "Y'all gonn' make me cry, you feel? Now before we get this party started y'all, I'll give you the four one one. You see these lovely people here? There your professors. Now play nice with them, okay? We don't want no calls home, ya'll. That beautiful lady in the end is Salva Liore Morgause. Now Slytherin don't give her a hard time." Professor Broadus looked towards the green and silver table as he introduced their Head of House. "The handsome man next to her is Elihad Madur Khalel. Don't try to bribe him Ravenclaws. You aren't getting any test answers from him." Professor Broadus chuckled before turning to the Gryffindor table, "Now I know he looks scary, but I assure you, Gryffindors, Jonne Servan Constantine is quite the character. Respect him." Lastly Professor Broadus looked over to the petite lady with the pink hair. "My sweet Vettervy Aliexandre Paltus. We all just want to eat you up. Now don't take advantage of this innocent creature got it Hufflepuffs?" Once he was done introducing the Heads of Houses, Professor Broadus took a sip at his pipe and continued "There'll be a remembrance here, in the Great Hall, tonight for those of you that wish to pay respect to our fallen brother Mr. Potter. As always students are not allowed into the forbidden forest, and all those other rules your prefects will go over once your in the common rooms. Let's have a wonderful year y'all! Dig in!"


As Professor Broadus spoke his last words, mountains of food appeared over the tables. Golden plates with roasted chicken, honey glazed ham, and even meatloaf sat before the student. Warm flavorful juices seeped out of the food as the aroma filled the room. Mashed potatoes, gravy, chicken wings, everything and anything that could be edible appeared. Pastries, pudding, and candy adorned the tables as well bringing bright colors to the golden sea of plates. There was one last thing, a small silver plate sitting in front of each student. What was on the plate however was different for everyone since the plate manifested the person's favorite food. For Jenna Lee, pineapple. For Suzy Jeremiah, Ravioli. And even Tiny Tim got his mom's home made empanadas. There was no hesitation. As soon as the food appeared in each table all the students and professors began to dig in.