Lionheart Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [CENTER][IMG]http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/hr/f/f2/Hogwarts_logo.gif[/IMG][/CENTER] [U][B]Gryffindor[/B][/U] Lionheart as Albert Randal, 5th year. Gryffindor Blayze as Alastor Gryffin Robards, 6th year. Gryffindor Sakura as Galatéa Mehtevas, 5th year. Gryffindor [U][B]Slytherin[/B][/U] Ezekiel as Professor Zeta Conroy, Potions Master. Head of Slytherin Sandy as Medea Weasley, 3rd year. Slytherin Discenchanted as Chris [Charis] Crouch, 6th year. Slytherin Blazerman32 as Tom Sinton, 5th year. Slytherin Perfection as Leon "Leo" Wilson, 4th year. Slytherin [B][U]Ravenclaw[/U][/B] Gavin as Professor Alexander Corvidae, DADA. Head of Ravenclaw Kitty as Vera "Vee/Demon" Adriana Demens, 4th year. Ravenclaw Sirius as Rigel Rosier, 5th year. Ravenclaw Jokopoko as Sophocles Pryor, 4th year. Ravenclaw [U][B]Hufflepuff[/B][/U] Cyriel as Faye Devanie d?Eath, 3rd year. Hufflepuff Darren as Aiden Patch Caldwell, 7th year. Hufflepuff Tempest as Cyrilla "Cyri" Leonte-Fieraru, 4th year. Hufflepuff [SIZE="3"][I][FONT="Book Antiqua"] The Beginning of another great story....[/FONT][/I][/SIZE] The pace of which Uncle William was taking was odd. Normally a patient man, he was going rather quickly past the muggles at King's Cross Station. His dark jaded eyes darting from left to right as Albert was trailing from behind him. They weren't running late at all and for some reason, Uncle William felt like making a hurry of this. He took the day off from his job, like every year, to see him off. [B]"Uncle, why in merlin's beard are we going so bloodly fast?" [/B]Cried Albert as he nearly bumbed into a nearby suited muggle. William gave a large snort to answer the question and kept his firm pace down the descending steps and into the platforms. While going down the stairs, Albert grabbed a quick look at his Uncle's face. William's face was usually soft and shinned with his red cheeks. Though, his face now was stern and focused as if he was waiting for an attack. [B]"I have urm....Things to get done, my boy."[/B] He finnally answered as the two-company past platform 7. He kept walking, without reveilling more about these 'things' he had to do. Albert and his Uncle finnally reached the barrier between platform 9 and 10. Other young wizards and witches began their way through the barrier as they left their parents in tears. First year parents are always heartbroken to see their sons and daughters leave the first time. Uncle William checked his watch as he took a final scan around the perimeter again. Something was going on and it bother Albert deeply. Was he meeting someone here? Uncle William having a date with a young witch? Hopefully, it was a date with a witch and not a wizard. Dreadful visions came to mind as they send shivers down his spine. Gross. [B]"Well let's have a good 5th year at Hogwarts, Albert." [/B]He patted him on the back as he turned to leave. When he got to platform 9, he glanced back at Albert, who was trying to read the slightest clue of what was happening. [B]"You stay on thoose Occlumency lessons, Albert."[/B] He replied as he turned and fell into the crowd of muggles. Albert went through the barrier and arrived at Platform 9 3/4 for the 5th time in his life. The place was filled with first year students, amazed by the massive train that stood before them. Albert, though was lost in space as he tried to figure out what his Uncle meant by working hard on Occlumency. Ever since he told his Uncle about his dreams of his murdering brother, Jeremy... Jeremy... Something Albert wanted to cast away into the back of his mind until he is fully ready and out of Hogwarts. Nothing sounds better then revenging the death of his parents. Everytime he thinks about it, the more Albert got curious. Why did Jeremy kill their mom and dad? Did he really go insane like everyone describes him now-a-days? Still wanted for countless murders and at large for over 15 years. Albert somehow found himself on the Hogwarts Express. The thoughts slowly faded away as he discovered an empty compartment in the middle of the train. He packed his things away above his seat and slumped into the cozy sofa. Why worry about this right now? It's his fifth year at Hogwarts. [I]What could go wrong?[/I] --------------------------------------------------- OOC: Okay guys, I finally got this thing running. Ya'll can beat me up later. I didn't want to bore you guys either with a long introduction, so here we go. Just post that your arriving to the Platform. You can interact and stuff. I'm not going to wait for every single one of you to post just to let you know. Let's have fun with this, guys. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sakura Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Galatéa and her father, Matthias walked along Kings Cross Station, her father was pushing her trolley with her trunk and baggage on it, with Columbus' cage sitting on top. [B]"How are you feeling about this year, Galatéa?"[/B] he asked as they strolled along, looking at the Muggles rushing about busily. [B]"Quite confident. I can't wait to continue my Occlumency and Legilimency lessons, and to get back into Quidditch; I'm so out of practice."[/B] [B]"Haha, you'll be fine. You always are after breaks."[/B] They stopped in their tracks and looked at the wall between Platform 9 and Platform 10. She still remembered the first year she went through, she wasn't confident but trusted her parents... [I]~[B]"Where's Platform 9 3/4?"[/B] Galatéa asked her parents, looking back and forth between 9 and 10. Her parents guided her over to the barrier between the two and pointed at it. [B]"...It's a wall."[/B] she replied. [B]"The gate is right through there."[/B] [B]"A-are you sure?"[/B] [B]"Of course we're sure. We went to Hogwarts remember? Just trust us."[/B] Galatéa put on her determined face and nodded. Come on, she had grown up around magic her whole life, why did it surprise her that there was a possibility of a hidden train platform through a brick wall? She took a couple of steps back and threw herself toward it, squeezing her eyes shut before she hit. When she didn't feel anything she opened her eyes and was in awe at the Hogwarts Express and all the parents and students, she was really going to Hogwarts, at last! Her parents followed shortly and wished her well, seeing her off and waving as the train pulled away.~[/I] Galatéa ran through first, moving through the wall to the other side, revealing the sign Platform 9 3/4. Seconds later her father popped through as well, wheeling the trolley to a stop. Galatéa looked around, seeing parents and their children parting to start a new year of Hogwarts. She hugged her father closely and grabbed her trunk, baggage and cage. [B]"Take care, and don't forget to write home every now and then. And try not to use your Animagus too much, you know it scares the new students."[/B] [B]"Yes, father."[/B] she rolled her eyes playfully. [B]"All the best, Galatéa."[/B] [B]"Thanks, bye!"[/B] She walked through the train, moving around people who were meeting up with their friends. She took a couple of minutes to duck into a bathroom and change into her school robes, displaying the Gryffindor colours. Galatéa entered a compartment when she saw it was one of her friends, a fellow Gryffindor who shared a lot of classes with her, including the private lessons of Occlumency/Legilimency. [B]"Hey Albert."[/B] she said happily, sliding the door closed behind her. She shoved all of her things into the overhead compartments except for Columbus which she sat next to her on the seat across from where Albert was sitting. [B]"Galatéa. Ready for the new year?"[/B] he asked, sliding up a little. [B]"Yeah, I'm really looking forward to it, how about you?"[/B] [B]"Should be great."[/B] he smiled slightly. Galatéa smiled back at him, they were quite similar in many ways, especially in personality because they both had two very different sides of themselves. She turned her gaze to Columbus who just looked at her, she reached through the bars of the cage and stroked his soft feathers. [B]"The beginning of the Fifth year..."[/B] she murmured.[/COLOR] [B]OOC:[/B] Hope that was ok with you, Lionheart. If not lemme know.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Delta Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [COLOR=#35425E][FONT="Palatino Linotype"]The towheaded boy in Cabin 11 had been waiting by the door for the witch with the cart and had placed his order even before the cart came to a full stop. [COLOR="Sienna"]?I'll have a couple of those Chocolate Frogs and half a bag of Bertie Bott's, please,?[/COLOR] he said. [COLOR="Sienna"]?How 'bout you, Rigel??[/COLOR] The cabin has only one other occupant, a dark-haired boy whose head hung low over a large, scarlet book on his lap. He looked up from his book long enough for the witch to take a good look at him. This boy, Rigel, despite his unusual hair color and other signs of a few year's seniority, looked extraordinarily like the other boy. And when he stood up to take a closer look at the sweets, he was tall enough to bump his head on the overhead storage bin. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Have you got anything new, miss??[/COLOR] he asked as he bent down to examine the lower racks of the cart. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Any of those Pepper Imps they got at Hogsmeade??[/COLOR] It wasn't the first time she was asked that question today; the children in the first car wanted Pepper Imps too. [COLOR="Sienna"]?No, I'm afraid we won't be selling those on the Hogwarts Express as smoking in our cabins is against the regulations,?[/COLOR] went the well-rehearsed explanation. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Now how about something we have? Pumpkin juice, perhaps??[/COLOR] [COLOR="Sienna"]?Pumpkin juice sounds great,?[/COLOR] Rigel said, nodding. The boy paused for a moment to fish for coins in his pocket. ?[COLOR="Sienna"]And a bag of everything, please.?[/COLOR] It took a while for the witch to collect everything the older boy bought. By the time she finished, a small crowd of students had formed around the cart as they tried to squeeze their trunks past it. She handed two large bags to the young man and retrieved from his gloved hand 3 Galleons and a few Knuts (plus an extra Sickle for her troubles). The two boys smiled and nodded at the witch and she rolled her cart away. Then, without much regard to the care put in packing the sweets, Rigel dumped the bags' contents on to the seat beside him and proceeded to divide them into two lots. He stuffed half the stash into his trunk, stuck a piece of pumpkin pasty into his owl's cage (Arthur hooted his thanks), and packed the rest in one of the bags. This bag he then tossed to the younger boy, who caught it squarely in the chest. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Happy birthday, Nick!? [/COLOR] [COLOR="Sienna"]?I'll tell Mum that you're spoiling my appetite,?[/COLOR] Nick said while opening a Chocolate Frog. But before popping it into his mouth, he gave the Rigel a big grin that showed off the really prominent gap in his teeth. [COLOR="Sienna"]?But thanks anyway!?[/COLOR] Rigel picked up a stray Ice Mice that had found its way to the floor. [COLOR="Sienna"]?You'd better not finish all tho--? [/COLOR] A girl with cropped silver hair popped her head into their cabin. From the stripes on her gray pullover, Nick could see that she was from Slytherin, although from what year, he couldn't guess. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Hey, Rigel!?[/COLOR] greeted the girl. She plopped down next to the older boy, who offered her the Ice Mice in his hand. [COLOR="Sienna"]?First Dueling Club meeting this Saturday, did you hear?? ?No. I doubt Alastor's owl could've flown the whole stretch from his house to mine.?[/COLOR] [COLOR="Sienna"]?Well, now you know!?[/COLOR] the girl said, popping the Ice Mice into her mouth. After shivering slightly from the wriggling sweet, she finally noticed the boy across her. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Oh hey...?[/COLOR] She looked at Rigel then back to the boy. [COLOR="Sienna"]?You're Nick, right? First year in Hogwarts??[/COLOR] [COLOR="Sienna"]?Yeah!?[/COLOR] She stood up, straightened her black robe and tapped the House crest on it. [COLOR="Sienna"]?Well, I do hope the Hat puts you in Slytherin. You belong there, you know,?[/COLOR] she said with an extra wink. Then with a nod towards Rigel, said: [COLOR="Sienna"]?Well, Ravenclaw's fine too.?[/COLOR] Rigel raised an eyebrow at the girl as she stepped back to the corridor, laughing. He looked outside his window for a quick scan of the platform ([COLOR="Sienna"]?Nope, no Ravenclaws yet,?[/COLOR] said he) then promptly turned his attention back to his book.[/FONT][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flo Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"]Cyri received many odd stares from the muggles that wandered the train station with her large trunk and owl, going about there normal days. This happened every year, despite her attempts to appear like a trendy muggle with her faded ripped jeans and a tight green v-neck sweater, that rose up aroound the bottom showing off some skin. Her mother, Andora, walked swifly beside her, her blode hair loose, from rushing out of the house. Yet, even though her hair was a mess, Cyri always thought that her mother held a certain degree of elegence and no matter how scruffed up she was she still was beautiful. An untameable marvol, was what her father, Victor describe her as. "Cyri, dear, are you ready for another year?" Andora questioned her only child. "Yeah, of course mum. I am still I bit nervous about being the seeker this year though." Cyri grimaced at the last part. This year she would be the seeker for her team, all that pressure was unwanted. "Oh, you'll be fine. You beat the pants of my realtives at the family picnic just a few months ago, so don't worry sweetie." Andora's words were comferting, "And if anyone gives you any heck, don't forget that even though your not in Slytherin, you still have that blood flowing through your veins." Cyri laughed as she rushed towards the gateway to the train, that was her mom all right. Always hinting about violence solving problems, "Thanks mom, I'll see over winter break right?" She slowed a bit waiting for her mother's reply. "Actually dear, you'll be with your father this Christmas. I'm busy-" And that was that. Cyri felt a gust of wind as she entered the platform of 9 3/4. Of course her mom was busy, she always was. Heck, even over the summer she barely saw her mom so it wasn't anything new. Elliot finally stired awake from his cage at the top of her luggage. Swifly, she snached him from the top of the trunk as well as her backpack which held her robes and wand and pushed the rest of her belongings towards the loading area for Hufflepuff. "We're gonna have lots of fun this year right Elliot." Cyri held the cage infront of her, smilng at her owl. He chirped a reply and Cyri smiled, as she walked towards one of the open train comparments. There were two Gryfindors already in one of the compartments, both 5th years. She gave them a wave as she moved to the next empty room and settled down next to the window. She was hoping that she would see a few of her fellow Hufflepuff's soon.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gavin Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [SIZE="1"]Striking. That was the only work she could describe the man walking down platforms of London's Kings Cross Station. He was tall, at least 6'2" and impeccably dressed in a formal yet fashionable milky-coffee coloured two piece suit, a pair of highly buffed leather shoes and black sunglasses covering his eyes, which she imagined were some dark shade of green, or something equally attractive to most women. Alexander had spotted the woman staring at him moments earlier. She was a Muggle he could tell that much, probably a banker or something along those lines from the look of her and she was certainly attractive. He'd lived among Muggles often enough for the last two decades that the lines had blurred, there was no us and them anymore, Wizards and Muggles, there was just people some different to others. He'd smile to himself sometimes, or laugh, at how superior his peers generally considered themselves over Muggles, how technology was nothing compared to magic, in the same way Muggles with plenty of high tech stuff would look down on those with less than them. It was all relative. Thankfully over the last twenty years the Ministry had made blending in among Muggles an even higher priority than before. Wizards were encouraged to wear Muggle clothing when in the Muggle world, even after dark. Keeping abreast of Muggle current events was also encouraged, as was to learn customs and currencies so as to prevent mishaps. He couldn?t remember off the top of his head how many times as a teenager he?d heard the Muggle-borns complain about how badly their Wizard-raised friends acted outside the Wizarding world. It was funny really, Alexander or Alex as he was known in the Muggle world had been living like that even before the Ministry made it?s new regulations. In Moscow at 22 he?d been known as Alexei and passed himself off as an exchange student with the family he boarded with. He?d become friendly with their oldest son, and from him the pureblood had learned how to live and act like a Muggle, even learning to enjoy a life without magic. Nowadays Alex Connors as he was known in the Muggle world was a respected, though not famous professor of psychology on sabbatical while writing his first book. He was well-off with an expensive apartment in one of London?s better off locales and spoke six languages fluently, including Russian. Striding beside him was a woman half his age, looking elegant in a winter white similar two-piece suit, so much so that the Muggle woman that had been admiring Alexander sighed and moved back to staring into the crowd. He leaned in to his companion and spoke with mock annoyance. ?[b]Thank you Emily. I?m sure you saved me from a perfectly horrible dinner, and perhaps even coffee afterwards.[/b]? She gave him a light nudge to the ribs and retorted with equal imitated irritation. ?[b]You?re welcome Alex, as I?m sure your wife would hardly approve of you poaching Muggle girls barely too old to be your daughter.[/b]? Alexander screwed up his face and snorted derisively. ?[b]Barely too old to be my daughter ? That is harsh Emily. That fine woman was at least thirty, and I have always preferred to look well maintained as the years pass, unlike some of my colleagues who insist on looking years younger than they actually are.[/b]? ?[b]Zeta ?[/b]? She enquired inquisitively. ?[b]No comment.[/b]? His reply was muffled as he threw his hand over his mouth in apprehension at the Slytherin head?s response to his ill-favouring comment. They laughed together before arriving between Platforms 9 and 10. Just as Emily was about to move through the solid barrier to their destination, Alexander spoke off-handedly. ?[b]You know what I?ve always found odd.[/b]? ?[b]What ?[/b]? ?[b]If it?s right between Platforms 9 and 10, why is it called 9 and 3/4s ?[/b]? Stepping through together laughing again, the pair arrived into a flurry of excitement that was almost magical. Emily shifted somewhat awkwardly, only four years ago she?d been one of the dozens of children readying for their school year, now she was returning as their professor. Alexander zoned in on this immediately and gave her a reassuring nod, seemingly satisfied, the two staff members moved onto the Hogwarts Express as a dozen heads turned to greet them. |||||||||| Anyone who wants to interact with the pair feel free, Alexander will generally be in a good mood, even overlooking some of the excesses of youthful exuberance while Emily will be still feeling a small bit out of her depth. Alexander's eyes are actually a dark blue. The green reference was the woman's imagination.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Kitty Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [size=1][indent][b]?Vera, you're going to be late,?[/b] came her mother's voice drifting up the stairs. In the center of a decent-sized bedroom, cluttered with books, clothing, and various other wizarding trinkets, was a lump of sheets and pillows taking up most of Vera's bed. A small portion of her transfigured blue hair was the only thing visible from underneath the collection of bedding. Her mother called again, this time causing Vera to grumble slightly and roll over underneath her covers. Finally, she burst in the room and with a flick of her wand, instantly pulled away the sheets and had her daughter floating in mid-air before her. [b]?Vera Adriana Demens, for heaven's sake, [i]wake up[/i]!?[/b] Vera raised her hands to rub her eyes before opening them, and after realizing that she was being lifted like a child by invisible forces, glared irritatedly down at her mother. [b]?Put me down, mum. I'm up, I'm up!?[/b] she protested indignantly. Only when she was satisfied that her daughter would not return to bed did her mother release her of the spell, leaving her with instructions to get dressed within the next ten minutes or else she would miss the Hogwarts Express. [b]?Yeah, yeah,?[/b] Vera sighed, waving her hands at her mother to shoo her away. She rubbed her eyes again once she was alone, and quickly changed out of her pajamas and into some Muggle clothing before walking down the steps to see her parents waiting with her trunk just outside the front door. [b] ?Good morning, Vee,?[/b] her father beamed, ruffling her hair as she walked up to them. [b] ?Orrick told me to wish you luck.?[/b] She smiled up at him until her parents had turned their backs to her and her expression fell into a frown. She was slightly resentful of her brother for a few minutes as she thought about him not coming to see her off, but she quickly forgave him and hoped his training was going well. Her father was the one to drive the Muggle car to King's Cross station, as her mother could never get the hang of it and Vera herself was too young to learn how anyway. They grabbed a cart from outside the station, and it never failed to surprise her how easily her things crowded the small thing. As they passed through the crowds of Muggles, Vera paid little mind to the familiar stares she received for her odd belongings and her mother's outrageous fashion sense (she never did quite get the hang of Muggle dress, today wearing a tall orange hat with large white Hippogriff feathers, and a lime green suit with matching heels). It happened for the past three years, and she had gotten used to it by now. The closer they got to the stone pillar between platforms nine and ten, Vera began growing more and more excited, the thoughts of her brother floating to the back of her mind as she wondered how long it would take her to find Sophocles once she reached platform nine and three quarters. [b]?Bye mum, bye dad,?[/b] she sighed, giving her parents two quick hugs before pushing her cart through the portal. On the other side, she grinned at the sight of the other students and wizarding families walking about through the noise and steam of the train. It didn't take long for her to spot the silvery white hair of her taller friend, looking around with a bored expression on his face. She snuck up quietly behind him, bringing out her wand and waving it slightly, suddenly turning the boy's luggage into a large stuffed rabbit. He stared down at it in surprise, and whipped around to yell at whoever had done it when he spotted Vera and rolled his eyes. [b]?Hello to you, too.?[/b] He took out his own wand and returned the rabbit back to its original form. [b]?I see you still have a knack for transfiguration.?[/b] [b] ?Yup. If only I could make myself grow taller, right??[/b] A loud hoot from her cart momentarily caught her off guard, and when she realized Aduro, her owl, was the source, she shrugged her shoulders and suggested they find a compartment to share. [b] ?Can't wait to get me some Fizzing Whizzbees off the trolley,?[/b] she added, levitating her luggage up the steps onto the train and through the corridor, finally spotting an empty compartment towards the front of the train. She motioned for Sophocles to follow in after her, and once she was done floating her luggage into the nets above her head, she sat down across from him with Aduro's cage in her lap so she could feed him some snacks to keep him quite.[/indent][/size] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [COLOR="SeaGreen"]Medea Weasley gave a corteous hug to her parents just before she was about to board the Hogwarts Express. Her father, Percival, hoisted her large trunk and the cage of Cinderby, her ash-grey owl up to the train, while her mother, Penelope, straightened her robe's collar. [B]"There, now you look suitable for school"[/B], Penelope Weasley-Clearwater said with a smile that tried to be gentle. [B]"Uh, you've got everything with you, right?"[/B] Percy Weasley asked awkwardly, knowing all too well that he had asked the same question half a dozen times already. Medea wanted to sigh. Those were her parents; always so formal, always so distant. She was rather glad to enter her third year at school - another year spent away from the strictness of her home. Not far from them was a noisy bunch consisting of half a dozen of cheery children and their beaming, proud parents escorting them into the train. It was hard to imagine that Medea's family was closely related to that group, the [I]other[/I] Weasleys and Potters. The families did get along, they just weren't very close. Medea's cousins - Fred, James, Rose, Albus Severus, Lily, Hugo - were like any other students in the school to her. Gryffindors, the whole bunch of them. Just like Medea's father had been. She alone bore the burden of shame. She, the sole Weasley sorted into Slytherin. But she refused to be ashamed. Saying final goodbyes to her parents, she climbed the train, took her owl's cage into one hand and the trunk into the other, and entered the Slytherin carriage. There she felt like home, among those friendly faces. So what if she had a trace of "mudblood" in her? The Slytherin House, she felt, had long since gotten past those issues. Let her cousins worship the red and gold of the Gryffindor, she was perfectly at home among the green and silver.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [SIZE=1][B]"This is not good, Patch,"[/B] his father was saying, as they rushed in the family's muggle car, to get to King's Cross. [B]"I don't see why you had to go back for that music box. I could have just sent it to you when you were actually at school."[/B] Patch knew this, of course. But his father's ruddy owl was so old that it was bound to either get lost or drop his package, which would render it broken... He had already explained this to his father: [B]"I told you that if my 'ruddy' owl had broken the music box, I know you could repair it with a simple spell. I've seen you preform better repairing charms than officers at the Ministry."[/B] Patch also knew this. But there was something about the magical box, the way it had a recorded song and message from his mother, that made him think it wasn't able to be repaired. There was no sense in taking such a risk... Besides, is father was always uptight. He believed that everyone in the world was just like him: highly professional, unforgiving, and always 30 minutes early. He had spent several years trying to force this way of life upon his sone, but he lived in the past and Patch had seen enough of the wizarding and muggle world to know that his father was few and far between. They arrived at the Kings Cross about 10 minutes early, and already Patch's dad was trying to scare him into thinking that he had missed it, continually quickening his pace until he had reached a run. Patch settled to walk behind him. Xanthia was sleeping in her cage. She hated other people and certainly hated the sunlight. As Patch descended onto the platform landings, he noticed a rather large group of people who stuck out like a sore thumb. [B]"Wizards,"[/B] he muttered to himself, shaking his head. Even with the increase of muggle-wizard relations, most wizards just couldn't get how to follow the style. It was kind of like the elderly muggles trying to figure out how to run a computer. They all crowded around the area surrounding platforms 9 and 10, and of course, in the middle of it all, was Patch's father, waving in an exaggerated manner as though he were implying that the train had rumbled to life and he would have to run and jump on. Of course, this wasn't the case and it never had been the case in the seven years that Patch had gone through this mess. He stopped outside of the entrance-way, knowing that his father would not follow him through. They shared a brief, awkward hug. [B]"Take care Aiden and don't let those NEWTs bother you too much. Have fun with Quidditch, and don't let your superiorority cloud your judgement. No need to get power hungry like the Slytherins."[/B] He said aloud. Several heads turned to give him an evil stare. They were obviously a Slytherin family. [B]"Don't worry dad, I never do."[/B] and with that, Patch passed through the brick wall and onto the platform. It still shocked him every time he did it, as though he were back in his first year, scared and unsorted. The beauty of the platform and the sheen from the bright train alwasy caught him off guard. There were students of all ages running around, and several parents bugging them about last minute checks on their supplies. He even saw a couple of professors boarding the train. One was Professor Corvidae, DADA master. And the other was Emily. Patch recognized her from school before. (She was a very popular 7th year when he was in his 3rd) Patch guessed that she was replacing Professor Binns in history after he passed on. He boarded the train, just as its whistle blew and began moving. It was quite packed and there were only a few cabins left with small 1st and 2nd years. As he traveled farther back, the students seemed to get older, but none of his friends were in sight. After a while, Patch settled on a cabin with a solitary Gryffindor girl reading a book. She seemed like a second year and her dark hair hid her eyes perfectly. Patch hadn't even noticed her stealing glances at him, but after only few moments, she stood up and stalked out of the cabin, leaving him to his own thoughts. He pulled out a pen, a dandy muggle tool that was far more convenient than a quill, and began writing. Patch liked to write and sketch out different things. Whatever was on his mind was what went to paper, and currently he was thinking of the trolly witch, (who he hoped would be by soon) resulting in an odd shaped drawing of her. He hoped he could find a few of his friends soon.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flo Posted August 4, 2007 Share Posted August 4, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"]Growing irrated, Cyri stood streching up and glancing around. It would be a while before the train left and it was getting lonely in this cabin. Cyri decieded it was in her best intrest to wander about, and so she did. She picked up Elliot's cage and slung her backpack over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her. Cyri exchanged a few friendly conversations with fellow housemates and a few friends from other houses. Out of almost all of her friends, Cyri had the most eventful summer. A business trip with her mum to Egypt, which meant finding intresting relics and decoding runes. Some of her friends had teased her that she should of taken a Rune's class, which caused Cyri to laugh. That would of spelled disaster for her. In the previous year at Hogwarts one of her fellow Quidditch team members had tried to teach her some simple runes, but it had only made her head spin. Waving farewell to a group of girls in a cabin that she had spent a good fourty minutes in, Cyri stumbled into the next. There was to much gossip fluttering about in her blonde head. She spotted someone bent over a notebook, drawing or writing something with a pen. Strange, wasn't that a muggle tool? His black hair cover most of his face, but his shirt gave it away. Cuddley Cannons? Sure they had been doing good recently, but still. "Well, well, well look who I found all by his lonesome." Patch's head shot up and Cyri's clear bluish green eyes met his golden yellow ones. She gave him a smile and sat pack across from the Chaser. Elliot sqauked his greeting. [/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted August 5, 2007 Share Posted August 5, 2007 [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Well, I guess I'll see you, Dad," [/FONT][/B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]Al mumbled to his father as he hopped up onto the scarlet train. His father's eyes flicked up momentarily from his shoes to his son's face, and, not looking into Al's eyes, he said: [B]"Have a good year." [/B]Al sighed and turned his back on Platform 9 and 3/4, moving into the deep recesses of the Hogwarts Express. This was the Robards family tradition, it would seem, a mumbled goodbye from father and son, and then little to no contact for the next year. Al had gotten used to it by now, though. He sidled along the packed corridors of the train, trying to find his usual cabin, which would, hopefully, contain Elias Longbottom, his best friend. Sure enough, as he slid the door of the cabin open, he was greeted by a round-faced boy, a little taller than himself, with a thick crop of dark hair and hazel-brown eyes, already dressed in his Gryffindor robes. [B]"We were wondering when you'd turn up, Al," [/B]he said, gesturing to the rest of the people in the cabin, all Gryffindors, all Al's closest friends. [B]"Your dad still being as miserable as always, Al?" [/B]asked a ruddy-faced Irish boy. [B]"Never changes. The last couple of days have been absolute hell. What about your parents, Dean? They doing much better?" "Well, me mam finally found out which boarding school me dad was sending me to, and now she's trying to get even more money out of the divorce. Parents, eh?" "Can't live with 'em," [/B]replied Al. [B]"Alright, can we stop whining, now, guys?" [/B]asked Elias, [B]"The witch with the trolley should be coming round any minute now." [/B]Sure enough, as soon as he had mentioned her, the plump little witch knocked on the door of the cabin, pushing her trolley full of snacks. Al looked at Elias in slight disbelief. [B]"How do you do that every time? Can you smell her or something?" [/B]he said as he yanked the door open. After filling their pockets with various unhealthy wizarding treats, they relaxed into the soft cushions of the seats and began to talk idly amongst themselves. [B]"Did you see Corvidae on the platform? I never see that guy smile, but that woman made him. It's unnatural." "Who do you think she is?" [/B]asked Dean. [B]"I heard she's the new History of Magic professor," [/B]replied Elias. [B]"Does that mean Binns finally got too old?" [/B]said Dean hopefully. [B]"I guess so. Not really my problem any more, though," [/B]Al said quietly. [B]"You've given up History of Magic, I take it?" [/B]asked Elias, [B]"What subjects are you taking now, then?" "Charms, Potions, DADA, Transfiguration and Herbology. Got all the OWLs I needed to be an Auror, so I'm all set. What about you guys?" "Same as you, but you knew that already," [/B]said Elias, [B]"What about you, Dean?" "Charms, Herbology, DADA, Astronomy and Muggle Studies. I got a Poor in Potions and an Acceptable in Transfig, so I was never going to be an Auror." "Well, at least you'll have most of the same lessons as us," [/B]said Elias, and Dean seemed to brighten up at this. The Hogwarts Express moved from the bustling streets of London to the sprawling country hills... [/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lionheart Posted August 6, 2007 Author Share Posted August 6, 2007 [SIZE="1"]"[B]How was the summer, Galatéa?" [/B]He asked her, wanting to start a conversation with her badly. No sense of sitting there the whole time in silence. [B]"Oh nothing big. Just great to spend time with my dad. You?"[/B] She replied, seeming interested in the on the answer from him. [B]"Ahh, Uncle William trying to become the best robe-maker around."[/B] Saying that made Albert think even more about the situation or what he thinks is a 'problem'. Maybe he was just acting weird for a reason. Why was Albert so concerned about this? It's not like something dangerous, which then his Uncle would have told him so. [B]"Oh I see, your uncle is funny by the way...."[/B] She was probably going to continue the compliment to his Uncle, but notice Albert was in deep thought. Albert broke his stare and smiled at Galatéa. She smiled back as they both laugh. It was good to see Galatéa again. It seemed as though they had simliar and very different similarities between them. They been friends for a couple of years since they had almost the same classes, but the one that stood out was the Occlumency and Legilimency that she does with him also. The train rumbled alittle as it slowly apeared onto the countryside. It began to rain, but nothing big. He pressed his face against the cold glass as rain streamed down the window. Albert yawned, but didn't feel like sleeping at all. He didn't want to look like a first year in front of Galatéa and take a "nap". Then a random thought popped into his mind and turned to Galatéa. [B]"Hey, why do you take the Occlumency and Legilimency classes for, Galatéa?"[/B] [/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sakura Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Galatéa smiled at her memories of the past summer that were spent with her dad at home and in his office at the Ministry of Magic. They had mostly talked about her year, even though he knew most of it since they corresponded frequently by owl. And as usual she helped him with some of his work and research, which she had been doing since a young age. [B]"Oh I see, your uncle is funny by the way...."[/B] she stopped seeing Albert's expression. It was deep in thought and wasn't really paying attention to anything around him. He seemed to snap out of it and they smiled together and laughed. She didn't know about him, but Galatéa felt at ease around Albert, she felt like they had bonded from both being in the same House, and from sharing lessons and personalities. Albert turned to stare out the window at the passing countryside, Galatéa watched the drizzle fleck on the glass windows. The Fifth year boy suddenly turned to face her again, slightly startling her. [B]"Hey, why do you take the Occlumency and Legilimency classes for, Galatéa?"[/B] Her eyes widened slightly for a second. She scratched her cheek thoughtfully. [B]"Well, to tell you the truth...It's because of the things I've read with my dad, and stuff he's told me over time to do with evil witches and wizards manipulating people with unaware minds."[/B] her eyes got a slightly faraway look as she continued. [B]"The stories about them are terrible, and I never want that to happen to me. That's why I want to learn Occlumency, to protect myself from that."[/B] Albert seemed to nod in agreement, they were very valid reasons. [B]"As for Legilimency, well...I'd never abuse such a power, we went over that when we started the classes. But I wanted to learn it because if I ever needed it at some point then at least I would have it. Like my mum has to use Legilimency sometimes when she's working. Before I took it up I discussed it with my parents to see what their opinion on it was, and they both approved and encouraged me in taking them."[/B] she finished. There was a soft silence in the carriage, the only sounds that could be heard were the talking and shouting of the other students in neighbouring compartments and the patter of rain of the glass panes. [B]"How about you, Albert? What made [I]you[/I] want to take up Occlumency and Legilimency?"[/B] she asked, now curious of his reasons.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Disenchanted Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 [SIZE="1"]//hope its ok i included your char sandy.// [B]“Have you got all of your books?”[/B] [B]“yes.”[/B] [B]“Quills and parchment?”[/B] [B]“yes…”[/B] [B]“I baked some small cup cakes last night and put them in your trunk for you when you get to Hogwarts if you…you know get hungry and want a late night snack...Did you remember to pack Owl treats for Sevvs?”[/B] [B]“Jackie its fine! Honestly its fine, I’ve got everything.” [/B]Chris snapped at her Aunty, Jackie wasn’t really her aunty; she had no relation to Chris whatsoever. Jackie had been looking after Charis since her mother died and tended to be a bit over protective at times, not to mention a tad hyperactive. Chris had rather short fuse where Jackie was concerned; she tried not to be too short with her but sometimes she just ate away at her nerves until she snapped and had to say something to her shut up. Jackie nodded and twisted the end of her jumper in response. The two women walked in silence towards the barrier of platform nine and three quarters. Chris turned towards her aunty and smiled sheepishly. [B]“Sorry for snapping. Promise ill write if I need anything.” [/B]Chris spoke smiling, breaking the awkward silence between them. [B]“I-its ok Charis dear. Have a wonderful time. Try not to frazzle yourself; you do know how I worry…”[/B] Jackie stammered, twisting her jumper again. [B]“I know, take it easy with work. See you.”[/B] Charis gave Jackie a big hug before grabbing hold of her trolley and getting ready to walk through the barrier. She steadied Sevvs cage, gave a wave and walked though the barrier. Chris sighed as she had to dodge a boy who had lost control of his trolley and went running after it. “First years…” she huffed. She hopped onto the train in no time, making a B-line, straight down the carriages to the Slytherin compartments. She passed a few that were already full; she wanted one that no one was in first off. Charis flicked her eyes to the left and caught site of a flash of red. She poked her head into the carriage to find Medea Weasily. [B]“Oh hi Medea, sorry to barge in. I’ll come back and talk to you later, after I’ve stowed my stuff.” [/B]Chris announced with a smile and was gone again in a flash of green, black and denim. Chris wasn’t wearing her school robes yet, just a black and green stripped hooded jumper with a pair of jeans, typical muggle clothes. Chris eventually found an empty carriage.bStowing her stuff and making sure that she had not lost something Charis sat down in her empty compartment with a sigh. Hopefully some of her sixth year friends would find her on the train before someone undesirable decided that they wanted to spend the long trip in her compartment. Remembering her statement to Medea, Chris walked back though the train to her compartment. Chris may have been three years older than Medea but they got on easily enough, Chris passed the cart with all the goodies on her way and decided that she needed to stock up on some chocolate and other goodies for the ride but she didn’t want to entirely ruin her appetite for the welcoming feast. Chris once again poked her head into Medea’s compartment with a smile. [B]“How were your holidays?”[/B][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 [COLOR="Teal"]Medea followed Chris Grouch with her eyes as she entered the compartment and sat down on the opposite bench. The sixth-year girl was something of a role model to Medea. Chris had been kind and generous towards her from her first day at Hogwarts, although sometimes Medea had seen another side of the older girl - mostly when she was with other older students. [B]?How were your holidays??[/B] Chris asked jovially. [B]"Oh, just... okay"[/B], Medea sighed. Spending the summer with her deadly boring parents hadn't been a treat, and she couldn't wait to return to school. [B]"How 'bout you? Been practicing Quidditch during the summer? I hear there are some pretty tough players on the teams this year."[/B] [B]"Tell me about it! But I thought you weren't interested in Quidditch to the least? Kind of funny since your aunt Ginevra was the captain of the Holyhead Harpies* during it's days of glory"[/B], Chris recounted. Medea rolled her eyes. Of course all of her [I]relatives[/I] were national heroes, saviors of the world, child prodigies, slayers of Lord Voldemort and whatnot. Not her parents, though - not her. [B]"Hey, Medea, cheer up! This train will depart to Hogwarts soon, and I have a hunch that this year will be our best there."[/B] Chris Grouch gave her a wink and left the compartment to join her sixth-year friends. Medea shifted her eyes outside to the platform 9 3/4, filled with waving fathers, teary-eyed mothers, proud grandparents and cheering little kids. Two faces were missing there, though. Two faces that couldn't bear to watch their Slytherin brat any more than absolutely necessary.[/COLOR] [SIZE="1"]*) This bit about Ginny's future is actually canon, revealed by J.K. Rowling in an online interview.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Darren Posted August 6, 2007 Share Posted August 6, 2007 [SIZE="1"][B]"Hey Cyri!"[/B] Patch exclaimed to his fellow housemate. She sat down across from him enthusiastically and placed her owl near the window, next to Xanthia. [B]"So how was your summer?"[/B] She asked. It must have been a ritual to be asked that question at least 100 times on the first night, but Patch had planned out his speech several weeks in advance, so as not to sound too unbearably dull. [B]"It was okay. I visited my grandparents in Michigan and explored the great lakes,"[/B] Cyri gave a sound of acknowlegment, and Patch figured not to bore her with the details of his encounter with the very same species of magical beast that donated a feather for his wand. [B]"Then I spent most of the summer back-packing with Dad. Paris, Rome, Athens..."[/B] He trailed off, not remembering the several other cities. He didn't bother to mention that it was all for business purposes. Now that Patch was 17, his father had gotten him an interview for a possible job at the Department of Muggle Artifacts at the MoM. One requirement was to write an essay over the different living styles of muggles in different regions of the world. Once again, he held back the details out of fear from boring her. [B]"And the quidditch?"[/B] she asked, inching closer to him, [B]"I know you have bad taste in teams, but you're the best chaser to come to Hufflepuff in ages. Have you been practicing?"[/B] And in fact, Patch had been. It was amazing that he had time to fit flying into his busy schedule but it was something that he loved, so it always found its way there. He had been practicing several difficult maneuvers and was itching to try them out in practice against other people. But Patch knew the real reason for this question: [B]"Yes, I've been training as much as possible. The Halo runs just as smoothly as ever,"[/B] he said indicating his broom, [B]"With all the good players gone from last year, we're sure to win the house cup!"[/B] Patch was known for his Halo 5.0, a new model broom, designed to compete with the Firebolt's speed, but better suited in strong winds, giving the rider the capability of unbelievable maneuverablity. His model was about three years out-dated, but it was still rather impressive and costly. Lucky for him, his mother's muggle parents were pretty rich and, with the help of his father, bought the Halo for his 15 birthday. [B]"How about you? Are you ready for your first year as seeker?"[/B] Cyri lurched back in her seat, obviously uncomfortable about the position. After a moment of silence, she responded, [B]"I don't suppose I could ever be worse than the Cannon's seeker."[/B] She smiled a bit at red tint that was flooding Patch's face; alwasy taking a hit at his team. [B]"You know they've improved a lot now that they've got Newton on board as Chaser."[/B] He almost recited that as he'd done to his father several times when he complained about Patch's quidditch taste. [B]"Yes, and I suppose Newton's the only thing that's winning the games for them, isn't he?"[/B] Patch stayed silent, [B]"After all, that damn seeker they have flying around up there, Mendel, can't catch air."[/B] He winced at the comment. If there was anything hindering the Cannons, it was their seeker. Still, he couldn't let his team down. [B]"All they need is the recognition they've deserved for quite some time. Each year they get further and further to the championship, and soon, I suspect the drafting line for the Cannons will have shot up."[/B] [B]"Wishful thinking I suppose,"[/B] and she reached into her owl's cage to stroke his head thoughtfully. Patch had returned to writing in his notebook and there was quite a long moment of silence shared between the housemates. That was one thing he liked about Cyri. Despite her age, she really knew her Qudditch, she had a sense of humor and new how to joke around, and of course, they both liked the occasional period of silence. They both took peace in the sound of the rumbling train and the scratching of Patch's pen against paper. He was glad they both played quidditch. Otherwise, they would hardly ever see each other. Finally when he had finished sketching a picture of the Chudley Cannonball crashing into Cyri, (and getting quite a laugh after he performed a spell to animate the image) the witch who carried the Trolly full of sweets appeared at their door. Patch ordered several Chocolate frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, and liquorice wands, which were the only three wizarding sweets that he could handle. (The rest made him sick very quickly) Cyri scowled at his conservative sweet-tooth and said, [B]"You gotta take risks. Be a man,"[/B] and she popped a Bertie Bott's Jelly Bean into her mouth. After a while of curious chewing she smiled, [B]"See? It was only spinach; not so bad."[/B] Patch reached out to grab a jelly bean, knowing his luck wouldn't be so great and threw the tan and white speckled bean into his mouth. Instantly he spit it out; the taste alone was enough to make his mouth dry up. [B]"Sawdust,"[/B] he explained and it really had felt like he'd swallowed a mouthful of sawdust. The two shared a fit of laughter, while Patch drank some pumpkin juice to wash out the taste. And then he remembered: [B]"Oh, I never asked you. How did your summer go?"[/B] Patch felt so ashamed for not asking. But then again, maybe she wanted to escape the ritual just like he did.[/SIZE] ~~~~~ OOC: I hope that's alright Tempest... I just played around with some casual conversation between the two. If you don't like any of it, (or think it's not in Cyri's character) then tell me and I can change it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lionheart Posted August 6, 2007 Author Share Posted August 6, 2007 [SIZE="1"]Albert listened carefully as Galatéa answered his random question. At first, it was just a thought that popped into his head and just wanted to pass up time, but the converation became serious when she asked him the same question to him. [B] "How about you, Albert? What made you want to take up Occlumency and Legilimency?"[/B] she asked, as she seemed curious to know the outcome of his own answer. What a day it's been for Albert. His uncle tells him to work hard on the Occlumency and Legilimency classes, and his big mouth had to ask Galatéa, why she joined the classes. Conversation backfires into Albert, once again, making him think on why his uncle said what he said at the platform that morning. [B]"well...um I don't know?" [/B]Galatéa began startled at his answer, as he began scratching his own head for the words to say. Should he tell her what really is going on? Maybe she could help? Albert shook his head, as he washed away that idea. There was no reason to ask her to help him understand something that could be tottally nothing. [B]"Oh...The same thing that you just said." [/B]He smiled weakly as she laid back in her sofa, seemingly disappointed that it was a grande story. [B]'Smooth Albert. Smooth."[/B] [CENTER][B]***[/B][/CENTER] Soon the afternoon turned into twilight. The sky was mixed with grey clouds of rain and the other half with red sun light, beaming for it's last breath. Albert and Galatéa had bought some snacks from the trolley while it was passing by a couple of hours ago. Ever since that question on why he choose to do Occlumency and Legilimency, they been silent to each other, only express a few hobbies they had and such. Small talk. The whole time she seemed to be thinking and staring out of the train window. Hopefully he didn't hurt her feelings on why he didn't answer the question truthfully. The Train bell echoed from a distant as to signal they were close to Hogsmeade Station. Albert and Galatéa got up to gather their things above them. The rain all of a sudden seemed to die down as the train was making its stretch to the station. Hopefully Hagrid would keep the 1st years under control unlike last time when Albert was nearly trampled to death when he was trying to get out of the hogwarts express. [B]"Hogsmeade Station! Have a nice year everyone!"[/B] Galatéa went first through the sliding door as Albert followed her through the hectic hallway. Albert began to see familiar faces from the other houses as they strolled out of the Train. [B]"All first ears' over ere's!"[/B] yelled Hagrid from the side of the train as the group of students unloded out of the door. Albert watched the first years as they raced each other to see who would reach Hagrid first. [B]"You ready?" [/B]He asked Galatéa as the older students made their way to the carriages, for the ride to Hogwarts.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cyriel Posted August 7, 2007 Share Posted August 7, 2007 [COLOR="Navy"][size=1][b]"Thank god we're finally off that train,"[/b] Faye murmured to Mistletoe. She had been one of the first ones off, and glad to finally be out of that confining space. Everything about transferring to Hogwarts was awkward - at the station her father had escorted her to the gate, only to be besieged by screaming wizard fangirls. She hadn't even tried waiting for him; Faye knew his loyalty to his fans...more than any loyalty he had towards his daughter. So she merely climbed onto the train, knowing that her father would just send some expensive care package later by a cloud of bats or something...it was what he always did anyway. And despite his "promise" to spend that winter holiday with her, Faye knew that she would probably be spending it at Hogwarts. During the ride to Hogwarts Faye had kept entirely to herself. At first she had been alone in a compartment, but then a group of Slytherins had arrived and situated themselves. They laughed and talked, and one of the boys had attempted to include Faye...until Mistletoe snarled at him in warning. After that they left her well alone, which she didn't mind...she was used to being lonely, after all. She had spent the time just staring out the window, petting Mistletoe from time to time. And now...they were finally here. Faye couldn't see the castle yet, but she followed the mass of students towards a line of waiting carriages. Despite it being her first year at Hogwarts, Faye had already received a letter instructing which house she had been assigned without ever meeting the Sorting Hat. [i]Hufflepuff[/i]...it seemed a little strange to her, perhaps a bit too happy, and...fluffy or something. But she really wasn't expecting much - after all, it was just all another chance for her father to get more money, fame, and fans. Climbing into one of the carriages, Faye watched other groups of students pass. Some of them gave her strange looks, but she pretended not to notice... Mistletoe nudged her with his nose, and Faye smiled at him, [b]"Sorry Mistletoe. I guess maybe I'm a little envious..."[/b] She sat and waited, wondering if this was going to be how she spent the rest of the year as well... But even though she sometimes did want to be like those laughing students, Faye felt a little trepidation as well: some people were not as understanding as others about blood, even after all this time. [i]I don't think this will be like Durmstrang...[/i] she thought, trying to reassure herself. But already the strange looks... [i]God, just let me get through this year,[/i] Faye prayed. If only the carriage would just start moving, and then she could stop worrying.[/size][/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ezekiel Posted August 7, 2007 Share Posted August 7, 2007 [CENTER][INDENT][COLOR="DarkOliveGreen"][FONT="Trebuchet MS"]Chairs and tables whirred around the great hall, Zeta and a few other teachers flicking their wands to get everything into place for the students, who would be arriving in a matter of minutes. She stood at the head of the Slytherin table and pointed her wand at the ceiling, green and silver banners bursting from nowhere to show the students just where to go, even if they already were so used to it. Mr Filch hobbled into the doorway and cleared his throat, Mrs Norris slinking around his feet. [B]"Students are almost 'ere, Headmistress."[/B] McGonagall nodded and clapped her hands sharply, the teachers all getting into their places at the table. The ones who had been on the train came in shortly before the students? carriages and the boats would arrive, Zeta nodding curtly to her colleagues, waving to Emily before she sat down. Alexander took his place next to Zeta and she gave him a strained smile. [B]"Alexander. I trust it was a good journey?"[/B] [B]"As always, Zeta." "I'm ever so glad to hear it."[/B] And then the students started filing into the hall, the first years lead up to the stage where they would be sorted. Mr Filch brought out the stool and Sorting Hat when McGonagall faced everyone, a small but strong smile on her ageing features. Zeta leant over as she clapped softly, whispering to Alexander so no one else would hear, [B]"Fifty Galleons says that we win the House Cup this year, my feathered friend."[/B][/FONT][/COLOR][/INDENT][/CENTER] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gavin Posted August 7, 2007 Share Posted August 7, 2007 [SIZE="1"]What a sight they must have been. Alexander had stayed up most of the previous night with Emily going over their respective courses, she was still incredibly nervous over the task ahead of her, and even raw intelligence could only take someone so far. Between the pair of them, they'd maybe snatched thirty minutes of sleep in the previous twenty-four hours, and even wizards are not immune from the effects of mental and physical fatigue. He couldn't tell exactly when he'd fallen asleep, that in itself would have been nothing, but to wake up with Emily's head on his shoulder and her equally dead to the world would look totally unseemly to most people. She had been right about one thing, she genuinely was young enough to be his daughter, and the governors were already iffy on staff relationships, let alone those that involved a former pupil. Alexander's wand had been drawn almost instantly, and he'd cast a reflective spell on the windows looking into their cabin. Behind his fear however was another totally different set of emotions, a mixture of pride and surprise, he'd always regarded Emily as being like a daughter to him, the apple of his eye. He had never realised however that the relationship had been equally potent to her, in that she felt comfortable enough to fall asleep on his shoulder. He'd simply sat there for a few moments, trying not to wake her. She looked so much like her mother... odd that that thought would come to him just then. He pushed a stray lock of hair out of her face and she stirred awake. Alexander simply smiled broadly. "[b]Sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.[/b]" She leaned up off his shoulder and yawned. "[b]That's OK. And don't worry. I cast a modified Concealment Charm on the windows, anyone looking in would have just seen us talking.[/b]" Alexander relaxed visibly. Though in reality he supposed he should have expected nothing less of her. He stretched out and yawned himself, feeling better at the rest he'd gotten. "[b]I was just thinking how alike you and your mother look.[/b]" Emily scowled jokingly at the statement. "[b]So I look like a forty-three year old woman ?[/b]" Alexander chuckled. "[b]You know what I mean. If not for the fact your hair is a little darker, I'd think your mother had been using an anti-aging potion.[/b]" He watched as a genuine frown formed on his companion's face. "[b]She still talks about you... the man she should have married.[/b]" Now it was Alexander's turn to frown, they'd never talked about this subject before. "[b]I know... It just wasn't meant to be.[/b]" He sighed, looking out the window at nothing in particular. "[b]You know why I couldn't marry her. I'm sure she's told you that.[/b]" Emily nodded slowly before smiling again. "[b]Funny though isn't it. That you and I would meet even though you've been around the world for so long.[/b]" Alexander smiled himself. "[b]I think it could have been fate.[/b]" [b][u]TWO HOURS LATER[/U][/B] Putting up the decorations for the sorting was a relatively simply thing, blue and bronze banners unfurled themselves on command, the immense wooden tables and benches were polished to a high sheen and covered with cloth and cutlery. The entire affair took less than a minute with them all working together. He spied Zeta Conroy taking great satisfaction as Slytherin's green and silver colours became more apparent in the great hall. Sitting together she gave him one of her obviously laboured smiles, which he returned with equal difficulty as asked how the train ride had went. He'd replied as politely and minimally as possible, a talent he'd developed over the last year of working with the ex-Auror. As the sorting was about to begin, he tensed slightly as his colleague leaned in again. "[b]Fifty Galleons says that we win the House Cup this year, my feathered friend.[/b]" This time there was a genuine smile on her face, Slytherin House's win last year had been outright, and she'd let Alexander and all the other House heads know it. "[b]You're on. This year McGonagall is including performances in the Duelling Club as part of the House Cup. And we both know between myself and Emily, your scally backsides don't stand a chance against the Talons*[/b]" His own smile was almost predatory in nature. Like an eagle spying it's meal. ||||| * The Talons is a nickname given to members of the Ravenclaw Duelling team.[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blazerman32 Posted August 8, 2007 Share Posted August 8, 2007 [SIZE="1"]Tom sat down in the carriage that would take him to the school he loved. His thoughts were racing. [I]?Calm down, Tom, calm down?[/I], he said to himself. ?This year is going to be fine even though you?re a little stressed.? This was it, Tom?s fifth year and his year for O.W.L.S. About an hour ago, he had sat in the compartment at the end of the Hogwarts express trying to calm him down, but he was unsuccessful at this task. Tom had been worried all summer that he would fail his O.W.L.S or maybe even fails his classes. ?Come on Tom?, yelled a few Slytherins he knew from his past years. ?I?m coming?, he yelled and got out of the carriage, but tripped and fell face first to the solid earth. A few Slytherin girls giggled and the boys called out in awe, ?Are you okay, Tom?? Tom got up slowly and walked over to the other Slytherin boys waiting for him. ?Yeah, I?m fine?, he replied and brushed himself off quickly. Tom and the other Slytherin boys walked into the entrance hall, then to the great hall where a long awaited scene formed. Four long house tables filled the large room. The tables were lined with goblets, plates, and more importantly, people. It seemed like this year there were more people then ever to Tom. He walked over and took a spot in the middle of the Slytherin table where he received many greetings from fellow Slytherin friends. Peeves the ghost floated above their table, turned and pointed at Tom and said, ?Ha! Ha!? He looked over to see some of the usual Hogwarts staff sitting in their places at the staff table. They looked cheerful except for some who looked as though they could care less if they were here or not. Tom then noticed Professor Zeta, his favorite teacher. He and Professor Zeta had shared some good times together in the previous year. A girl that looked about thirteen sat down across from him. At first he had not recognize the girl but then realized she was Medea Weasley, a third year Slytherin. She looked at him for a moment and then spoke, ?Hey Tom, how was your summer?? in a gentle voice. ?It was good for the most part, but my dad kept butting in when I tried to have any fun.? he replied, feeling calm for the first time since he?s arrived. [COLOR="Red"]OOC: Sorry I haven?t been on Lionheart, I?ve been really busy, I hope this is an ok post[/COLOR].[/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Blayze Posted August 8, 2007 Share Posted August 8, 2007 [B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode]"Fifty Galleons says we win the House Cup this year, my feathered friend." [/FONT][/B][FONT=Lucida Sans Unicode][SIZE=2]"[B]You're on. This year McGonagall is including performances in the Duelling Club as part of the House Cup. And we both know between myself and Emily, your scaley backsides don't stand a chance against the Talons[/B]" [B]"Ah, yes, but I wouldn't count out Hufflepuff this year," [/B]a slightly gruff voice interjected, [B]"I feel the Badgers may have a renewed chance in the Duelling Club." "Well, anything would be an improvement on last year's abysmal performance, Jacobim," [/B]replied Alexander, [B]"Where were you placed again?" "Ah, those who come last are not always failures, my friend," [/B]replied Crowe, [B]"We've merely been saving ourselves up for this year." [/B]He leaned out past Corvidae and gave a sly wink to Professor Conroy, [B]"I suppose you're riding on last year's triumph still, Zeta?" "Why wouldn't I be?" [/B]she replied with a smile. [B]"Of course, of course. The Great Hall looks particularly inviting this year, I must say. The new students should be right at home. I do hope we have a fresh new batch of Hufflepuffs this year." "Whatever we get, they won't be enough to help your Quidditch team, Jacobim," [/B]said Corvidae with a grin, [B]"I can't say you've ever been much of a challenge." "Sticks and stones, Alexander, sticks and stones. I must see if Minerva needs any help over there," [/B]he said, gesturing to the now-elderly Headmistress walking up to the staff table, [B]"I'd take your places now if I was you. The students will be here shortly." --- "Hope they've got something good for dinner," [/B]grumbled Elias as he hopped off the horseless carriage that had carried them up to the school's front gates, [B]"I'm starving." "Elias, you ate fifteen Cauldron Cakes on the train. How can you still be hungry?" [/B]asked Alastor in disbelief. [B]"I'm a growing lad," [/B]he said, somewhat sarcastically, walking up to the grand front doors, passing by some very nervous-looking first years, [B]"I need all the food I can get." "And not a bit less, I suppose," [/B]whispered Dean with a smile. Alastor laughed, and realised that, even with the copious amounts of sugary wizarding snacks he had gorged himself on on the train, he was also feeling hungry. As he walked through the colossal wooden doors, he spotted Chris Crouch, a fellow sixth-year, a Slytherin, but a friendly one, and nodded to her. She smiled back, and filed in with him into the Hall. He also caught the eye of Galatea Mehtevas, the Seeker on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He moved over to her. [B]"Been practicing over summer?" [/B]he whispered to her. She nodded and replied: [B]"Yeah. I really hope we've got a decent captain this year, I have to get past the try-outs." [/B]Al nodded, smiled and then moved away. He'd never really thought about getting through try-outs again, he'd just naturally assumed he would get on the team. But now Danny Wood had left Hogwarts, he wasn't so sure. He shook his head to get rid of the doubts, and sat down at the Gryffindor table between Elias and Dean, and saw Galatea take a seat opposite, next to a guy Al was sure he recognised...Alfred...Alan...Albert....something along those lines. He turned his head to look up at the staff table. Elias' dad, Professor Longbottom, the boys' Herbology teacher and Head of House, smiled at Al as he caught his eye. Professors Crowe, Conroy and Corvidae sat looking down on their respective House Tables. The ceiling was showing a deep purple night sky outside, speckled with stars. [B]"Attention!" [/B]cried the Sorting Hat, and everyone fell silent as the new first-years filed into the Hall. [B]"This should be fun," [/B]whispered Elias. [/SIZE][/FONT] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sandy Posted August 8, 2007 Share Posted August 8, 2007 [COLOR="Teal"][B]"Yeah, my parents got in the way of my relaxation as well"[/B], Medea giggled to Tom Sinton. [B]"They're so... uptight!"[/B] [B]"ATTENTION!"[/B] a loud cry suddenly blared across the Great Hall. The noise quieted down to excited mumbling as the first year students marched into the hall, lead by an impressive sight - a half-giant called Hagrid. He was beloved by almost every student for his gentleness and big heart. But the first-years were obviously terrified by him. Medea remembered herself just two years ago, taking that same walk to the Sorting Hat. The Care for Magical Creatures teacher had been a great comfort to her, being a family friend to the Weasleys. Medea had not feared one bit. [B]"Headmistress McGonagall, 'ere they are"[/B], Hagrid said jovially, running his fingers through his greying beard. Medea saw two second-years at the end of her table making mock faces of the teacher by blowing air to the cheeks and crossing their eyes. She had heard what a nuisance Draco Malfoy and his cohorts had been during her parents' time in the school, so it was sad to see that the apple hadn't fallen far from the tree. [B]"Don't worry"[/B], Tom said leaning to her. [B]"Scorpius Malfoy and Junior Zabini are morons. But they'll get what's coming to them."[/B] [B]"Yeah..."[/B] Medea sighed, still staring at the two second-years. If only Scorpius was a little older and less idiotic, she could've... Suddenly the Sorting Hat spoke again, and the ceremony was on it's way.[/COLOR] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Flo Posted August 8, 2007 Share Posted August 8, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="DarkSlateBlue"]Cyri sat in silence for a bit, while he finshed off his sweets, and she picked through the bag of every flavor jellybeans. Patch, spoke up suddenly, [B]"Oh, I never asked you. How did your summer go?"[/B] Smiling at his question she gave him a short description of what her summer involoved, [B]"Well, I got to go to Egypt with my mum this summer. I didn't get to do much, since I was an underage witch and all so I spent alot of time in the tent but, it was still fun. Considering she normally leave me home or with her mum while she goes off doing stuff."[/B] As she finshed, her sentence the train, screeched to a stop and they both stood. Patch was already in his robes, proudly showing his Hufflepuff pride, whilst Cyri pulled her school robes from her backpack, and swiftly pulling them on. Cyri stumbled off the train, almost falling onto the hard ground of the platform, but Patch swifly grabbed her arm pulling her back to stablitly. She gave him a quick thanks as she dragged him to an almost empty carriage. There was plently of room since the only other occupent was another girl, whom Cyri had to admit she had never seen before. They rode in silence, as Cyri adjusted her robes and stealing some glances at the girl and her strange pet. She wasn't all that great in the Care of Magical Creatures, hense her lack on knowledge about the creature. She looked towards Patch, wondering if he knew what the thing was, but didn't bother to ask. The carriages pulled to a stop and Cyri climbed out, looking more put together than she did when she got off the train. Her Hufflepuff pride was begining to show, as she transformed her hair into a pretty mix of black and yellow, showing off her house colours in honour. Yet, she only did this transformation at the start and end of the year and a few random quidditch matches, choosing to leave it its standard blonde for the rest of school year. Patch gave her quizzled look, as he did every year. Brusing it off, they entered the Great Hall and like its name it certainly was great, with its changing ceiling and polished marble floors. Right now the clear, moonlite sky from outisde, seemed to have followed them inside. Cyri took a seat at the Hufflepuff table, only to be suprised as the girl from the carriage take a seat at the table a few minutes later. [B]"Hey, Patch do you remember that girl? I've never seen her in Hufflepuff before, and whats the deal with that pet?"[/B] Cyri couldn't hold in her curiousity anymore, as she blurted out her questions to Patch, who was just sitting down.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lionheart Posted August 8, 2007 Author Share Posted August 8, 2007 [SIZE="1"]Albert crossed his arms and laid on the surface of the table. The endless chatters came from every direction, Professor McGonagall began to start the traditional "Sorting of the houses". The old crumpy sorting hat was held firmly in her hand. Albert felt like it was just last year when that hat was placed gently on his head. At first, the hat had to pause because of the two decisions he had to choose for Albert... [I]4 years ago...[/I] The young boy trailed the large group of excited students that were ready to start their first year of Hogwarts. While the rest of students were jumping for joy and happiness, Albert was filled with depression and sorrowness. He didn't want to go to a school which took him away from his only true family, his uncle. He was afraid of losing him just how he lost his parents without evening knowing them. The alone eleven year old sighed as he crept along to keep up with the pack. They entered the great hall with a roar of the older students, who were already seated. The more students in their house, the better chances of getting the grande House Cup. The rather large crowd of first years gathered in front of a long wooden table that was made for the teachers to seat and have a look over the whole students in the hall. Professor McGonagall gave a long speech, something Albert wasn't paying any attention at all to her about. She finally sighed as she probably notice nearly half the students fell in a deep sleep. The headmistress quickly recieved the sorting hat from the caretaker, Argus Filch. [B] "Alright students. When I call your name, please step forward and I will place the Sorting Hat on you. Thus, selecting the house that matches the best for you." [/B]When Professor McGonagall finished, all the older students from each house gave a giant cheer. One by one, The Headmistress named of the students name as they were sorted into their houses with ease. [B]"Ravenclaw!"[/B] as the magical hat was placed on Rigel Rosier. [B]"Hufflepuff!" "Sytherin!" "Gryffindor!" [/B]Roared the hat, when placed onto Galatéa Mehtevas' head. [B]"Albert Randal."[/B] Spoke the Headmistress as she look from the scarlet list to the young boy that stood directly aline from her. Albert took a deep breath as he walked oddly to the stage. It was as if the crowd got extra quiet when his name echoed across the Great Hall. He took a seat on the black stole, staring at the hundreds of students, all staring back at him. The sorting hat was placed calmly onto his head, waiting it's usually instant decision. The Hat, however, did not make a sound. [B]"Ughh, another one of these 'two-way' students. Albert Randal, a boy who values courage and strength. Yet, patience and hard-working. Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. You don't get these very often..."[/B] Albert crossed his legs as he tried to look up at the Sorting Hat. Could he read his thoughts? How did he know that Albert supposily have these traits? It must be a form of mind-reading or something of that nature. His Uncle William use to tell him about these things. [B][I]Hello?[/I][/B] No answer... [B]"Oh, I'll just select a random one for you. Grffindor!!" [/B]The griffindor stood up and cheered for Albert as he, slightly confused, got off the stage and into the nearest vacant spot. The students around him gave him a pat on the back and a simple 'congratulations'. [B][I]The old memories of first year are good arn't they?[/I][/B] Albert opened his eyes to have Galatéa staring at him. He became sweaty quickly as he sat straight up to hear the Gryffindor table scream in joy for having their third straight first year in a row. Her eyes fixed onto his, trying to read Albert's expressions. [B]"I'm fine. Just dozed off."[/B] It was the voice again. That voice that's been haunting his very core every since he was born. What is his purpose for envading his mind? Or Is Albert merely creating an illusion of his older brother. If he wants death so badly, he should wait a couple more years until Albert is out of Hogwarts and out for revenge. The Sorting Hate finished it's yearlyphase of sorting Hogwart's students. The whole hall seemed please it was finally over, but Gryffindor was grateful for the amount of new students selected into the house. Professor McGongall said a rap of words before dismissing them to their Houses. Albert, Galatéa, and a few other 5th year Gryffindor's walked up the always-moving staircases. They arrived to the painting, giving the password to the old-fat lady in a whisper tone, (so no other students could hear). Entering the common room, they each took a place to sit while Albert procede to bed. [B]"Where are you going?" [/B]asked Galatéa. [B]"Bed. I'll see you tomorrow."[/B] He didn't turned to face her as he gave a wave from behind. Albert placed his pajamas on as he was alone in the boy's bedroom. He fell into bed, turning off his lamp with his wand before placing it on his small desk. He felt extremly tired from the long day, that was hard to keep his eyes open, until he remembered something that jolted him straight up into the air. [B]"Bloodly Hell! I have Professor Corvidae tomorrow morning!"[/B] OOC: Okay, I was anxious to get our classes started and also want to see a good game of Quidditch. You can post on what happen that night, but we're going to use the underground thread to control the classes and such. [/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sakura Posted August 9, 2007 Share Posted August 9, 2007 [SIZE="1"][COLOR="Navy"]Galatéa had a short conversation with Alastor, a Chaser on the Gryffindor team as they entered the Great Hall. She loved playing Quidditch with such a passion, she would be crushed if she didn't make it onto the team again. Not to seem cocky or arrogant, but she personally felt she would get in again. The reasons for her confidence was firstly that not many people tried out for Seeker, most went for the somewhat easier positions that had them in on more main action; and second, she had the skills needed to be a great Seeker, maybe as good as James (Senior) and Harry Potter some day. Throughout the Sorting Hat Ceremony, Galatéa had watched with rapt fascination. She was always interested in where the Sorting Hat placed the brand new First years. After her Second year at Hogwarts she had started trying to guess where the students would go by appearance, even though she knew they were sorted by what was in their hearts and souls. After the second straight Gryffindor she turned joyfully to Albert who was beside her. Her smile faded to be replaced by a slightly concerned look, seeing that Albert was out of it at the moment. He snapped back to attention, like what had happened on the Hogwarts Express. [B]"I'm fine. Just dozed off."[/B] Galatéa frowned but nodded and dropped it, not wanting to annoy him. She knew how he felt about not wanting to talk at times, and hated it when people would press her for an answer when all she wanted was silence. After the Feast was done and the students were dismissed she walked the halls easily, the Gryffindor House looked like a flock moving together and helping to guide the new students across the moving stairways. The older students pointed out certain corridors and paths along the way to help them with getting around the castle-like place. They eventually made it up to the tower that was their dorms, saying the password to enter and giving greetings to the portrait of the Fat Lady. Galatéa stretched her arms above her head as she stood in the common room, watching the rest of the Gryffindors file in. She noticed that Albert was already heading up the stairs that lead to the Male side of the dorms. [B]"Where are you going?"[/B] she asked quickly, taking a few steps toward his retreating form. [B]"Bed. I'll see you tomorrow."[/B] was all he said, waving at her without turning. Galatéa frowned after he left. She was really worried about him, even though they had only been together for a few hours since last year he was acting really strangely. She tried to push it out of her mind and talked for a while, before noticing the time was late and she had to wake up early for classes tomorrow. She went to her usual dorm and claimed her usual bed which already had her trunk and baggage at the foot of it. She changed into her pajamas quickly and stood still at the side of her bed for a while. After a couple of minutes she decided she wasn't tired enough to go to sleep, so she ended up organising her things, propping her Firebolt 3.0 next to her bed. It was the newest model of broomsticks out, having come out during the summer. Many of the flaws from the previous models had been straightened out. She smiled slightly, she had been shopping with her father when she spotted it and her father had bought it for her as a present from him and her mother. She stored her Broomstick Maintenance Kit in one of the drawers of her dresser and pulled out her sets of uniforms, which also had her Quidditch robes among them, putting them away into the top drawer. Galatéa left all of her school tools in her trunk, and straightened the piles of textbooks that had been toppled by everything else moving around. She pulled her wand out of a slot in the trunk since she hadn't needed to use it at all, and placed it on top of the dresser. She rubbed her eyes, looking around. It looked like she hadn't really even left Hogwarts. Galatéa got into her comfy bed and fell asleep with a smile. She loved Hogwarts, it felt so homey.[/COLOR][/SIZE] Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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