1 Sep 2018, 22:28
A First Year Entrance
This marked the beginning of Adelaides first full year at Hogwarts, as well as the first for many young ones currently on the Hogwarts Express that departed from London some hours ago and was just now pulling into the station on Hogwarts Grounds.
It was a tradition to take all newly arrived first years to the castle escorted by a member of staff via boats on the great Lake. While all other students would travel by carriage to the gates, the Great Lake offered a grand view of the Castle and it's Grounds, as well as the ability for a staff member to talk to the group as a whole.
This year Adelaide had been given the pleasure to escort the first years to the Sorting Hat ceremony that would determine a large part of their future at the school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was certainly excited, it was an enourmous pleasure to greet all the students, plus Adelaide jumped at the chance to get facetime with first years, whom she would not get the chance to see within her classroom for another couple of years, if at all. It was difficult for an upper level teacher such as herself to gain a reputation with students without the chance of instructing them in a controlled class.
Anyway, as her thoughts raced on the possibilities lodged deep somewhere inside these new students, she saw the train chugging its way toa final stop before her, and in seconds the army of students began piling out of the massive metal snake before her.
She was almost instantly overwhelmed by students. They seemed to know exactly where they were going, until she spotted one tiny figure in the crowd that looked completely and utterly confused. She remembered, then, that not all of these students were first years and many were upperclassmen that did, indeed, know where they were headed.
She started to speak, attempting to corral the new first years, but her voice was quickly swept away with the crowd. Ah magic, the answer for everything, she thought as she pushed the tip of her wand to her throat, and spoke again, this time her voice peircing the sound of children and train.
"Attention all First Years! Please follow me! All other years please head to the carraiges behind me. Again, all First Years, please come this way to me, do not dwaddle, we have a Sorting Ceremony to get to!" She explained to the crowd.
Slowly she started to see small children attempt to push their way through the large crowd, some were trying to get their luggage from the train. She sighed. "Leave all your baggage where it is, all of your things will meet you in your respective houses after the Feast. There is no need to lug everything around for no reason." She added, her wand once again at her throat.
She waited as the children got their berrings and began forming a large circle around her. Soon they would be on their way but she wanted to make sure she left no one behind, repeating her message as more students piled out of the trains before her. She would begin once everyone seemed present, but until then, she waited.
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2 Sep 2018, 03:53
A First Year Entrance
As the train ground to a halt and the upper year students all jumped to their feet, ready to depart, Arthur stood uncertainly, figuring he would ask one of the older students he was sitting with where they should go. Before he got the chance, however, a voice boomed through the train, directing them off to the side away from the other students. “Leave all your baggage where it is, all of your things will meet you in your respective houses after the Feast.” it said. Arthur glanced back at his suitcase nervously. He was a little anxious about leaving it; there was a book from his mother in there that he definitely didn’t want to lose, but reluctantly his hand slipped from the handle of the bag he was about to pull from the rack and he moved away in the direction of the voice.
He stopped in front of a red-haired woman, who appeared to be a teacher. A small group of students were already gathered around her in a circle. He’d been feeling pretty okay about things on the train. It was so fun talking to people that he just kind of forgot to be nervous about it. But now that he was thinking about it again, all the nerves seemed to hit him at once. For the sorting ceremony.. For the first night away from home.. For the weirdness of the wizard school in general...
’I guess all I can tell you is that your heart is going to rush and just hope you aren't first’
The second year’s advice still rang in his mind. Though he understood the logistics of it, still part of him wished that they could do this later. It was really late. It’d be nice to be able to sleep first.
He pulled on the sleeves of his robes anxiously. Looking around, he hoped to catch sight of someone that he recognized in the crowd of faces. He’d met a couple incoming first years in Diagon alley, a few more on the train, and another one or two here and there. Still, there were a lot of students here, so the chance of catching one of them again might not be high. Wizard-born students who knew each other before school were already bundled together in groups, and others too who met on the train. It made him wish that he hadn’t gotten separated from the group he shared a train car with.
He stopped in front of a red-haired woman, who appeared to be a teacher. A small group of students were already gathered around her in a circle. He’d been feeling pretty okay about things on the train. It was so fun talking to people that he just kind of forgot to be nervous about it. But now that he was thinking about it again, all the nerves seemed to hit him at once. For the sorting ceremony.. For the first night away from home.. For the weirdness of the wizard school in general...
’I guess all I can tell you is that your heart is going to rush and just hope you aren't first’
The second year’s advice still rang in his mind. Though he understood the logistics of it, still part of him wished that they could do this later. It was really late. It’d be nice to be able to sleep first.
He pulled on the sleeves of his robes anxiously. Looking around, he hoped to catch sight of someone that he recognized in the crowd of faces. He’d met a couple incoming first years in Diagon alley, a few more on the train, and another one or two here and there. Still, there were a lot of students here, so the chance of catching one of them again might not be high. Wizard-born students who knew each other before school were already bundled together in groups, and others too who met on the train. It made him wish that he hadn’t gotten separated from the group he shared a train car with.
2 Sep 2018, 10:59
A First Year Entrance
The train trip had been uneventful for Kent. Aside from the whole running through a brick wall onto a hidden boarding platform, getting onto a magical train, and being surrounded by people who could use magic. Still, the boy from South London had found himself in a quiet compartment, with another pair of students that were quiet and kept to themselves. There hadn't been much conversation.
Outside the train window, Kent spotted a really impressive castle surrounded by hills and forest. Not knowing what to expect, the boy was surprised, and immediately began thinking about old medieval knight tales and Robin Hood and other stories. Either way Kent continued to watch as the train slowed to a stop, and there was a wave of movement as students began disembarking their compartments. Following the crowd, the boy had very little aside from a sports bag with some old clothes and his 'school supplies' in it.
Robes, a wand and a cauldron, Kent thought to himself as he shouldered the bag, shaking his head. Never thought for a second I'd need to literally brew things in a witch pot...
Suddenly a voice sounded, loud, like from a megaphone. Seeing the redheaded lady standing a distance away with her stick to her neck, Kent raised his eyebrows and followed the crowd of new students that waddled her way. The warning about leaving baggage on the train caused Kent to look back and throw his belongings back through a nearby train door, watching as it slid to a stop inside the compartment hallway. Seemed they'd have some service, too!
Dressed in the school uniform, complete with weird black robe and black tie, Kent felt a little awkward. He was used to wearing plain clothes in his public school and felt a little suffocated by the stiff and posh attire. But, it was part of the deal, and the boy couldn't deny that his interest was raised at the prospect of attending - laughably - a magic school, of all things. As Kent neared the lady calling out, who he guessed was a teacher, he crossed his arms and waited for further instructions...
Outside the train window, Kent spotted a really impressive castle surrounded by hills and forest. Not knowing what to expect, the boy was surprised, and immediately began thinking about old medieval knight tales and Robin Hood and other stories. Either way Kent continued to watch as the train slowed to a stop, and there was a wave of movement as students began disembarking their compartments. Following the crowd, the boy had very little aside from a sports bag with some old clothes and his 'school supplies' in it.
Robes, a wand and a cauldron, Kent thought to himself as he shouldered the bag, shaking his head. Never thought for a second I'd need to literally brew things in a witch pot...
Suddenly a voice sounded, loud, like from a megaphone. Seeing the redheaded lady standing a distance away with her stick to her neck, Kent raised his eyebrows and followed the crowd of new students that waddled her way. The warning about leaving baggage on the train caused Kent to look back and throw his belongings back through a nearby train door, watching as it slid to a stop inside the compartment hallway. Seemed they'd have some service, too!
Dressed in the school uniform, complete with weird black robe and black tie, Kent felt a little awkward. He was used to wearing plain clothes in his public school and felt a little suffocated by the stiff and posh attire. But, it was part of the deal, and the boy couldn't deny that his interest was raised at the prospect of attending - laughably - a magic school, of all things. As Kent neared the lady calling out, who he guessed was a teacher, he crossed his arms and waited for further instructions...
Kent Barnabas Gresham - Strength: 12 | Agility: 5 | Control: 5 | Stamina: 8
2 Sep 2018, 13:16
A First Year Entrance
Anastasia had weaved in and out of the crowd, avoiding her cousin while also trying to figure out where the first years were supposed to go. She had lost track of the other first years in her compartment, and she hoped that she 'd see them later on. She stopped moving for a moment, realizing she had absolutely no idea where she was trying to go and would probably get herself very lost if she just kept moving aimlessly. As she stopped, she heard a quite loud voice calling for the first years and made her way towards that sound.
She was one of the first first years to make it over to the redheaded teacher, mostly because a majority of them were still getting off the train or looking for their luggage. As Anastasia waited, she impatiently tapped her finger on her leg. She was so excited to be sorted. It was really just a formality for her, since everyone knew she'd end up in Slytherin like everyone else in her family had. A small part of her was worried that she might not be sorted into Slytherin, but she knew even the idea of that was just silly.
She was one of the first first years to make it over to the redheaded teacher, mostly because a majority of them were still getting off the train or looking for their luggage. As Anastasia waited, she impatiently tapped her finger on her leg. She was so excited to be sorted. It was really just a formality for her, since everyone knew she'd end up in Slytherin like everyone else in her family had. A small part of her was worried that she might not be sorted into Slytherin, but she knew even the idea of that was just silly.
Long story short, I survived
Stats - Strength: 5, Agility: 6, Control: 12, Stamina:7
2 Sep 2018, 13:57
A First Year Entrance
Xander inwardly sighed as he spotted the boats, bobbing on top of what was obviously the Great Lake as described in one of the many books he had read over the years. Somehow they seemed... simpler than he was expecting.
Dressed as it were in the same black uniform as everyone else, he looked around at the varied faces he had seen on the train, and purposefully had spoken to none of them. Some of them were loud, and had tried to speak to everyone, but hidden in a book people tended to get the message that he wasn't interested in casual banter. He wasn't rude, just rather nervous.
Looking over at what he guessed was the Professor, he listened to the instructions carefully. He was rather loathe to leave his belongings behind, but it sure beat carrying them himself. Purposefully placing himself towards the back of the group he would try to blend in and not draw unwanted attention to himself.
His mind raced as he saw the top of the castle looming in the distance, with only the reflection of lights being seen on the glossy surface of the lake as he waited for further instructions.
I miss home...
Dressed as it were in the same black uniform as everyone else, he looked around at the varied faces he had seen on the train, and purposefully had spoken to none of them. Some of them were loud, and had tried to speak to everyone, but hidden in a book people tended to get the message that he wasn't interested in casual banter. He wasn't rude, just rather nervous.
Looking over at what he guessed was the Professor, he listened to the instructions carefully. He was rather loathe to leave his belongings behind, but it sure beat carrying them himself. Purposefully placing himself towards the back of the group he would try to blend in and not draw unwanted attention to himself.
His mind raced as he saw the top of the castle looming in the distance, with only the reflection of lights being seen on the glossy surface of the lake as he waited for further instructions.
I miss home...
'Everyone is miserable, it's just that some people pretend better than others'.
Stamina 1 | Agility 2 | Strength 1 | Control 10 | ArcPower 8 | Accuracy 8
2 Sep 2018, 20:00
A First Year Entrance
Masika tugged her robe more tightly around herself as she stepped off of the train and out into the night air. It was only the start of September, but in the Scottish Highlands the weather seemed to simply take that as a challenge, the already cooling quickly in the evenings. Though it would at least still be a few weeks before it would truly qualify as cold, Masika still felt a shiver go down her spine from the change in temperature between the interior of the train and outside.
She quickly stepped to the side to avoid being bowled over by the other exiting students, observing the crowd as she and her parents often did to avoid the initial rush that came when disembarking from any sort of public transportation.
There was no hurry after all, they were all going to the same place in the end.
A loud female voice echoed through the area much like a muggle intercom system, and she followed its instructions after allowing the crowd to slow from a chaotic river of children to a more bearable stream.
She easily made her way through the calmer masses, years of keeping up with Papi and Baba in crowds allowing her to join the growing cluster of eleven year old children without too much effort. She drifted at the fringes of the group, eventually coming to a stop beside a short boy with dark hair, though the lantern-light made any specific features difficult to see. She glanced sideways at him for a moment, then looked away without a word, taking in their surroundings as best she could.
The Great Lake lay ahead of them, lights reflecting on its rippling surface enough for her to see a cluster of small boats, though little else. Further away was a large cluster of reflected lights, which she assumed came from Hogwarts. She tilted her head thoughtfully, then redirected her attention to the single adult standing over the cluster of students like a monolith. A Professor, she assumed. The woman stood repeating herself over and over again, and Masika didn't envy her in the slightest. Working to keep this entire situation from getting out of hand must have been trying to say the least.
"Like tryin' tae herd cats," she muttered aloud to herself.
She quickly stepped to the side to avoid being bowled over by the other exiting students, observing the crowd as she and her parents often did to avoid the initial rush that came when disembarking from any sort of public transportation.
There was no hurry after all, they were all going to the same place in the end.
A loud female voice echoed through the area much like a muggle intercom system, and she followed its instructions after allowing the crowd to slow from a chaotic river of children to a more bearable stream.
She easily made her way through the calmer masses, years of keeping up with Papi and Baba in crowds allowing her to join the growing cluster of eleven year old children without too much effort. She drifted at the fringes of the group, eventually coming to a stop beside a short boy with dark hair, though the lantern-light made any specific features difficult to see. She glanced sideways at him for a moment, then looked away without a word, taking in their surroundings as best she could.
The Great Lake lay ahead of them, lights reflecting on its rippling surface enough for her to see a cluster of small boats, though little else. Further away was a large cluster of reflected lights, which she assumed came from Hogwarts. She tilted her head thoughtfully, then redirected her attention to the single adult standing over the cluster of students like a monolith. A Professor, she assumed. The woman stood repeating herself over and over again, and Masika didn't envy her in the slightest. Working to keep this entire situation from getting out of hand must have been trying to say the least.
"Like tryin' tae herd cats," she muttered aloud to herself.
دوام الحال من المحال. (dawaam il-Haal min il-muHaal.) — Egyptian Arabic Proverb
Continuing the same state is impossible. (Nothing stays the same.)
Strength: 2 | Agility: 12 | Control: 11 | Stamina: 5
2 Sep 2018, 21:20
A First Year Entrance
Clarke couldn't get off the train fast enough. He was just too excited for this. The stories his parents would tell him, finally getting to learn magic, being surrounded by people like him, it was all too good to be true. Finally. He felt like he had been waiting for this moment for his whole life and this past summer had been so hard to get through, knowing Hogwarts was just on the horizon.
When he stepped off the train he couldn't help but stare up at the castle and across the lake. He felt his chest flutter with excitement, he was just awestruck. As the rest of the students started to buzz around him excitedly a few of them bumped into him. He apologized for standing in the way, unable to tear his eyes away from the school. He didn't mean to be standing in everyone's way but he was just... how could you not be distracted by all of this?
When Clarke heard the professor call for first years he hurried over, still grinning broadly. He just wanted to get through the ceremony and the feast and finally know where he was going to be for the rest of his time here. He was pretty sure he was going to end up in Slytherin but part of him hoped he would not be. But if not Slytherin than where? He wasn't sure he knew enough about himself to really say.
He could barely stop himself from vibrating in his shoes just waiting to get lead up to the castle.
When he stepped off the train he couldn't help but stare up at the castle and across the lake. He felt his chest flutter with excitement, he was just awestruck. As the rest of the students started to buzz around him excitedly a few of them bumped into him. He apologized for standing in the way, unable to tear his eyes away from the school. He didn't mean to be standing in everyone's way but he was just... how could you not be distracted by all of this?
When Clarke heard the professor call for first years he hurried over, still grinning broadly. He just wanted to get through the ceremony and the feast and finally know where he was going to be for the rest of his time here. He was pretty sure he was going to end up in Slytherin but part of him hoped he would not be. But if not Slytherin than where? He wasn't sure he knew enough about himself to really say.
He could barely stop himself from vibrating in his shoes just waiting to get lead up to the castle.
Stamina: 7 | Agility: 5 | Strength: 6 | Control: 7 | ArcPower: 2 | Accuracy: 3
4 Sep 2018, 09:01
A First Year Entrance
Moreland stepped off the Hogwarts Express with a spring in his step, despite the late time of night. The trip had allowed the Wizard to get to know several students, including some Second Years, while sharing a trolley of treats. Despite his dislike of sweets Moreland had indulged a little, having several chocolate frogs over the course of the long trip. The boy's father had told him of the boat ride to the castle and of leaving personal belongings on the train, so Moreland walked easily with only his robes, pointed hat and school uniform.
Across the way a Professor, if Moreland were to judge, spoke with the assistance of wand amplification to her voice. The instructions were clear enough and a mass of new First Years walked toward the red-headed woman. As expected she mentioned to leave baggage on the train and to follow her, also speaking about the Sorting Ceremony and the feast. Moreland had to admit he was looking forward to the ceremony, as he suspected he knew what his House would be, a grin of confidence crossing his face.
"Hogwarts looks impressive." Moreland muttered as he looked over the way to the castle. It was back-lit against the moon and had numerous glowing light sources arrayed across it, giving an eerie but strangely pretty sight. It wasn't everyday one got to see the famous, or infamous depending on who you asked, school for magic users in such a way. Moreland glanced to the students around him, his voice low as he chuckled...
"I wonder if they have us arrive this late, just to light the castle up like that on purpose?"
Across the way a Professor, if Moreland were to judge, spoke with the assistance of wand amplification to her voice. The instructions were clear enough and a mass of new First Years walked toward the red-headed woman. As expected she mentioned to leave baggage on the train and to follow her, also speaking about the Sorting Ceremony and the feast. Moreland had to admit he was looking forward to the ceremony, as he suspected he knew what his House would be, a grin of confidence crossing his face.
"Hogwarts looks impressive." Moreland muttered as he looked over the way to the castle. It was back-lit against the moon and had numerous glowing light sources arrayed across it, giving an eerie but strangely pretty sight. It wasn't everyday one got to see the famous, or infamous depending on who you asked, school for magic users in such a way. Moreland glanced to the students around him, his voice low as he chuckled...
"I wonder if they have us arrive this late, just to light the castle up like that on purpose?"
4 Sep 2018, 18:34
A First Year Entrance
[Font=PT Sans] Amaya hung back in the compartment she was in, trembling slightly as she waited for the rest of the students to file our before trailing out after them. Breathing out, she grinned at the beauty and overall wonderful aura that surrounded the entire area.
It carried with it a sort of ancient feel, a small thing that spoke of how old Hogwarts really was and how much it had seen. It also spoke of how much knowledge time had given it, and Amaya practically bounced in excitement as she hopped down the steps and quickly remembering herself, gathered all the remaining dignity she had and rose her head a little higher in pride. She couldn’t deny the fact that she walked a little faster and walked with a little bit more of a skip in her steps as she followed the rest of the first years who’d been gathered to follow one of the older students or prefects. Amaya couldn’t tell.
She also couldn’t deny that she was glad to be free of the suffocating atmosphere back at the Cottage she lived in (which was really bigger then what the name spoke of) and to be free of at least some of the pressure to be the best pureblood daughter she could be- Amaya smiled, breathing in and already knowing that Hogwarts would be one of the greatest experiences of her life.
It carried with it a sort of ancient feel, a small thing that spoke of how old Hogwarts really was and how much it had seen. It also spoke of how much knowledge time had given it, and Amaya practically bounced in excitement as she hopped down the steps and quickly remembering herself, gathered all the remaining dignity she had and rose her head a little higher in pride. She couldn’t deny the fact that she walked a little faster and walked with a little bit more of a skip in her steps as she followed the rest of the first years who’d been gathered to follow one of the older students or prefects. Amaya couldn’t tell.
She also couldn’t deny that she was glad to be free of the suffocating atmosphere back at the Cottage she lived in (which was really bigger then what the name spoke of) and to be free of at least some of the pressure to be the best pureblood daughter she could be- Amaya smiled, breathing in and already knowing that Hogwarts would be one of the greatest experiences of her life.
Amaya Elizabeth Bourne
4 Sep 2018, 20:55
A First Year Entrance
Masika rolled her eyes as her dark eyes found the light-haired male that had spoken. "I would hope that they had a better reason than that," she responded dryly, her light blended accent not much louder than the male's own muttering. "Crossing the Irish Sea tae get tae King's Cross is hardly convenient, an' I can only imagine how annoying the trip must be for anyone that already lives in Scotland or worse... Hogsmeade." She gestures to the clearly labeled "Hogsmeade Station" that the Express had dropped them off at, "Honestly, magicals can be completely absurd. Would it be too hard tae have portkeys set up tae send students here directly? Some people don' have the convenience o' being able tae just pop intae London at the drop o' a hat."Moreland Harceler wrote: 4 Sep 2018, 09:01"I wonder if they have us arrive this late, just to light the castle up like that on purpose?"
She huffed lightly as she worked to reign herself in, embarrassment heating her cheeks after her outburst. If she had a knut for every time she found the magical world doing something utterly ridiculous she would have enough to let both of her parents retire early, but pointing it out amongst children was hardly going to help anything. Many of them were still starry-eyed with their first real encounters with magic, and if anything she felt bad about being such a killjoy.
She rubbed at her freckle spattered nose and sighed, her tone contrite, "The view is nice though, I will give them that much." She looked up at the lights again pensively, burying her hands in her robes, her right resting securely in a pocket, her left caressing her wand through what had once been her left pocket. The walnut wood warming soothingly under her touch, and she relaxed slightly.
دوام الحال من المحال. (dawaam il-Haal min il-muHaal.) — Egyptian Arabic Proverb
Continuing the same state is impossible. (Nothing stays the same.)
Strength: 2 | Agility: 12 | Control: 11 | Stamina: 5