General The Ravenclaw Table 2019 -2020

Andrea had a terrible train ride. There was the gloomy boy the overly perky judgmental girl and.... well actually Brooklyn wasn’t terrible. Too bad she was put in hufflepuff with that judge pest. She grumbled to herself. Of all the houses RAVENCLAW? It might seem perfect for a nerd like her but it wasn’t. It meant being around naturally intelligent people. The non fakers. The genuinely successful. The ones who didn’t have panic attacks every time they read too much. It fed into her inferiority complex far too much for her liking. Oh well. What could you do? She decided to make acquaintances. Nudging the person to her left she whispered “Could you please pass the dinner rolls?” Simple. Easy. It’s surprisingly a very good way to determine ones personality. Whether they grumbled and went along. Glared and said to get it yourself. Smiled politely and passed it while avoiding eye contact. Or the most telling, grinned and said “Sure!” in a perky tone and asked follow up questions. Something so simple could tell a lot about the way a person treated others. As she waited for the other to hear her she tapped the table with her want creating a beat.

@Responding to Sage Miller
Aura was lost in thought, when a voice shook her back to reality.

"would you like me to show you around?"

Sage asked. Aura took a minute to think and then replied.

”Sure, I mean, I have learned quite a bit about Hogwarts from maps in books I had read, but books can teach you everything, can they?”

She smiled to herself, thinking of the first time she had been introduced to the World Wide Web. Her mother made a point to raise Aura on books, and only when Aura turned six did she get a computer. They were giving them out at her mum’s university, so Aura got one of the older models. The first thing she looked up was “How to draw a horse.” She had never been good at that, and all the drawing books skipped steps. She loved books regardless. Books had bee3n her childhood, her life, her very essence, but Hogwarts was new and fresh. Books were old, comforting, home. Hogwarts was her home now. She needed to get to know it, and books couldn’t introduce the two, Sage could. Aura finally said

“Well, where do you want to start?”

Isadora approached the giant table that housed the sea of her fellow ravenclaws. Everyone seemed already animated and talking to one another as she got closer. Once she found an empty seat she sat herself down and was silent for a moment.

She wasn't used to socializing in big crowds and it seemed a little overwhelming at the moment. But at the same time, if she wanted to branch out more she would have to learn to speak up in order to make friends.

As she built up the courage to speak to someone, anyone, she used the quiet time to fill up her plate with all the delicious looking foods set out. There were so many plates of meats, vegetables, fruits that Isadora could not decide one just one, so she decided to take one small sample piece of everything. It was just enough to fill up her plate and she would get to try a bit of everything on the table.

With that done, she paused and looked around. Students were talking amongst themselves about classes, the amazing food, and where they would be staying.

'Where will we be staying?' Isadora thought distractedly to herself. Her father didn't explain his experience in great detail. Even if he had, he was a Slytherin, so he wouldn't be able to tell her what her dorm will look like anyways. Her birth mother was also a Slytherin, plus they didn't talk much, so either way, at this point Isadora was on her own to wonder about it. With that last curious thought, Isadora looked up to the next person she saw across from her.

"Hello, I'm Isadora, what's your name?" She asked with a bright smile and fake confidence.

Interacting with @Vincent d'Arque

How Katherine just adored looking at the ancient castle while her and Vincent walked along the hallways to find their common room. Looking at every nook and cranny just inspired her curiosity as her and Vincent walked up the staircase. 'I wish ma and da was here to see all of this!' She thought smiling before she laughed softly out loud. 'They already have ye dafty!'. It is exactly what she pictured of an ancient magical castle in The Highlands as a school for wizards. Just.....absolutely breathtaking.

No literally! Katherine was breathing heavily as she was crouched down a wee bit trying to recover her stamina after those endless stairs. Katherine was never the best in sports but she was decent enough. "Does it have to be so high? Those damn bloody stairs could've killed me!", she looked up at Vincent and huffed out a breath in over exaggeration. "We have magic so why not a magic elevator!", She whined a bit before chuckling and sitting up, listening in to what the door said for their riddle. 'A mineral? that makes you age? well there are many possibilities...' she thought before she turned to Vincent. "Well... we could go logical but I highly doubt that since it's a riddle. We got to be clever....There's a number of things that it could be though." Katherine was thinking hard but she never heard of a riddle like this before.

Interacting with : @Isadora Ramone

Alexis sat down at the big long table where all the children in blue robes were sitting and chatting with each other. She looked around trying to remember where exactly her brothers was sitting while she was being sorted, focusing her gaze onto the Slytherin table trying to find her brothers, there they are grinning like Cheshire cats, giving her thumbs up and waving like a pair of mad man. Bloody hell, what kind of reputation they have exactly? Winning the most ridiculous pair of twin popular contest? She gave them a stern glare like her mother would have if she saw her sons acting like they have never been taught any manners in their entire life, at the feast no less! She shook her head a little but gave them a genuine smile anyway. They’re her brothers, nothing is going to change that.

She brought herself back to the food in front of her and started to fill up her plate. She heard a girl sitting across from her asked, “Hello. I’m Isadora. What’s your name?”

Alexis turned her head towards the girl, Isadora. “My name is Alexis. Alexis Asterion.” She said that in a monotone voice, her face unreadable, testing how the girl would respond to her not so friendly demeanor.

Mars didn't want to sit. The flashes at the sorting ceremony - of the young hands, soft voice, and musical laughter - hadn't returned since, but the risk of them was enough to deter Mars away from the long table for as long as possible.

Still, one can't fight nature forever. So, grudgingly, they sat amongst the sea of blue robes, uncomfortably trying to avoid all forms of physical contact with their neighbors. The hall was loud and boisterous, lit like a live wire, the rumbling even shaking the floor beneath Mars' feet. It relieved them to no end. They were not social by any means, nor did they particularly enjoy conversation but noise was as familiar as it was comforting. It was a memory of home.

The candlelights and the empty frames still impressed Mars, the grandness of it all so different from the streets of Newchurch. Their brothers would have liked it here. Their brothers probably also would have torn up the place, tipping hot wax, spilling dishes, spinning around in circles in the middle of the room until they fell down dizzy.

Mars smiled at the idea of it. Their heart panged a little and a sweet smell punched through their senses. No! Mars shook their head, clearing their noise of the foreign scent. With new determination, they began shoveling food down their throat as fast as possible, resolving to eat and leave in as little time necessary.

But the second the food touched their lips, they couldn't help but stall. It was... delicious. Warm and aromatic, somehow hugging them from the inside out. It was... melancholy, if food can be melancholy. Familiar but sad. It held something, something that was right on the tip of their tongue, but they swallowed it down before it could come.

"Good, huh?" An older Ravenclaw asked between sips of his goblet. Mars leveled a stare at him. He just stared right back. They nodded, mouth too full to respond. Yeah, it really was good.

AJ took an empty seat towards the front end of the Ravenclaw table. After being up in front of the entire school, she had looked for the first open seat at the table that she could in order to have everyone stop watching her and move on. When she had sat down, those around her offered her words of welcome and congratulations, but she was too afraid to look up and reply. She only wished for everyone to stop paying attention to her.

Thankfully, a new name was called and another first-year became the center of attention. Then another, and another after that. After a while, she felt her ears cool down back to their normal color, and she was able to look up and watch the rest of the ceremony. Soon enough, it was time to finally eat.

She waited politely for those around her to begin helping themselves, and she filled her plate with chicken, mashed potatoes, and corn. It looked just like the dinners her mother made back home. Her father had said that the food at Hogwarts could not be beat. Before, she had been eager to try it, but now she was unsure. Would magical food taste different? What if she was allergic to eating magical things?

She internally scolded herself. That would be dumb. How could she be allergic to magic if she was a magical person? It would be fine. Juts take a bite and if that is good then keep eating. Cautiously, she took a bite of her chicken. Then another. Then still another. Her father had been right, the food was delicious!

Soon enough, though, she grew full and slowed down. Those around her were wrapped up in conversation, and she silently found herself wondering if anyone would want to talk to her, the quiet little first-year.

After hearing the claps of her now-fellow Ravenclaws leading her to the table she felt her feet compelling her toward a spot close to a girl who'd been called just before her. Hunt? She couldn't remember the girl's first name, as she'd been a bit preoccupied with her own thoughts while she was waiting to be sorted. In any case she was happy to sit next to someone else who was a first year. Elspeth slid into her seat quietly, giving the table a bit of a sheepish smile and placing her hands on her lap to take up as little space as possible. Her eyes flickered over to the Hufflepuff table, which now seemed to be receiving a new first year who looked excited to join them. It's not that she had wanted to be placed in Hufflepuff, as her mother had been. But she couldn't help but wonder about what made her different from her mom - what had placed her in Ravenclaw over any other house.

Before she'd had a chance to deeply consider, the girl she'd sat next to was talking. "... where to start." Elspeth had managed to be in her own head again and missed the front half of what was said. That was the second or third time this night that she'd been a bit rude and not paid attention to the people around her. That was no way to be making friends. She took a small breath in before looking at the wares on the table. One might wonder how someone, at the end of a long day, would have any trouble tucking in to a delicious feast. But the more Elspeth stared at all the choices the more she understood how it could be a bit overwhelming to choose from. Reaching out her hand to grab a serving spoon for roast carrots, she accidentally brushed her sleeve against what appeared to be a large turkey covered in thick gravy. Her face fell slightly before she felt a tiny chuckle rattle out from deep within her, which turned into a full laugh. Before she knew it she was laughing so heartily she pulled back her gravy sleeve and had both hands on her belly.

"Oh, gosh. I'm so sorry. Oh man. I don't mean to be - it's just. I've been so nervous about everything all day. And right when all of the scariest stuff is over and I sit down, THAT'S when I manage to get gravy on me. It's just-" and the giggles took back over again. She wiped some tears from her eyes and took to searching for a napkin to clear up her mess. "Ah. Sorry again. I'm Elspeth. You were called up to be sorted just before me, I think?"

Interacting with: @Carolyn Hunt, and open to others.

Interacting with: @Elspeth Gollens, and open to others.