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Jul 7, 2016 22:11:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2016 22:11:23 GMT -7
Name: Edmund Windsor Tag: @william , @susanvictoria , @lucyw Prompt: Sorting Hat
"Why am I here right now?" I can't help but ask myself. Granted, I already know the answer. I'm here because I want to learn magic. Watching Will and Susan leave last year and being left behind was pure torture. Still, I don't like situations where I don't know what's going on. And right now, I have no clue about what is about to happen.
All summer long, I tried to trick Will and Susan into telling me how they got sorted into Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. They wouldn't. They told me about the four different houses and tried to convince me that theirs was the best, but I wasn't sure. I mean, being brave and all is cool, but if Will is with them, I'm really not too interested in that group. Being smart is cool too, but I am not as into books as Susan is and have a hard time seeing myself among that group. Hufflepuff ... well to be honest they sound just fine, but hard-working, patient and loyal? Sometimes I'm like that, but not on a regular basis.
Slytherin though. Ambitious, cunning, resourceful. Will and Susan make the Slytherins seem like a bad group, but those aren't bad qualities, are they? Being resourceful is a good thing and cunning means you can think through things. I quickly realize that I want to join Slytherin, but how? How can I prove that I should be with them? What was the test?
A whole summer wasted trying to figure it out. Trying and failing. Now I'm standing here with a group of other first-years, anxiously waiting my turn for a hat to tell me where I'm going. I'm going to KILL Will and Susan! They could have told me I wouldn't have to prove anything! Just sit on a stool and wait for the hat to tell you your future. Great. Naturally, they have to do this alphabetically, don't they? I'm the last one, after a bunch of kids named Weasley.
"Windsor, Edmund!" I take a deep breath and walk to the front of the room, nervous about this. I sit on the stool and close my eyes right before the hat is placed on my head. "Another one? And not a Weasley? That doesn't happen very often," a voice speaks my mind. I hide my surprise. I never expected this to happen.
"How is this supposed to work?" I think back at the hat. "I help you figure out where you belong," it explains immediately. "Now, where to put you?" "Do I get a say?" I ask, expecting the hat to say no. The hat waits a second before answering, "Yes ... you might. Do you have a preference?"
"Slytherin," I think immediately, "Please, Please put me in Slytherin." "Hmm ..." the hat deliberates, "That seems about right, actually. You'll do well in Slytherin young man. SLYTHERIN!!" The hat shouts the last word to the room and I grin, unable to control myself. Maybe this time people will see me for me and not compare me to my older siblings. Maybe in Slytherin I'll be able to find my own place. I quickly move to the Slytherin table and sit down, finally feeling ready for the year to begin.
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Jul 8, 2016 16:38:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2016 16:38:01 GMT -7
Name: @abigail Tag: @theodorus Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
I was born a fighter.
I was raised to believe that I could do anything and be anything, I still believe that. I could take anything down that got in my way, no matter what it was. Maybe my family didn't mean for me to end up this way, fighting every day. I used to fight for fighting's sake, then for fun, then for those I loved, then for you. I'm fighting for something else now.
When I was just a little girl, nothing seemed to hurt me. Not a scraped knee or a mean kid, not even a little spell gone wrong. I laughed daily, I laughed loudly, I laughed. Then I grew up, I lost my hero, and I found something else. I found something that brought that laugh back, but it was different. It encouraged me to follow my instincts, to bleed, to live in the heat of the moment.
What I found was precious to me, still is. It wasn't breakable, though, not like other precious things. I could be as rough as I wanted or as gentle. I could push and push and you wouldn't crack, you wouldn't run. And if you did I would have just chased you anyway and you would have encouraged that. But I wasn't doing the chasing, not always. You chased me. Even if I was just around the corner waiting, you chased.
And then I found out what drowning feels like. I didn't catch on quick enough, realizing all too late that I was just like everybody else. That I was turning into everyone else. That I was just a Little Girl this whole time. That nothing was my own. I didn't realize that you were right, that I am yours. I didn't realize that I had started chasing you, making it easier for the water to start catching me by the ankles. Pulling me down until it filled my lungs, the air leaving me.
Still looking for you, even now. Even though I'm dead in the water.
So, what am I fighting for now?
Freedom.
Why does crying have to be so loud?
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Jul 12, 2016 8:58:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2016 8:58:57 GMT -7
Name: Neville Longbottom Tag: @alice Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
When I was very young, I never thought of myself as good enough.
Gran was always pushing me, telling me to live up to my father. The thing was, I couldn’t. Not because I was a boy, or because I was always nervous. Because I was not Frank Longbottom, and I was not meant to be Frank Longbottom. I am Neville. But when I was young, I didn’t understand that. All I knew was that I was never good enough, I never lived up to Gran’s expectations.
When I got older, I understood her more. She was trying to make me into a replacement for Frank. I never resented her for it, though—yes, it made my young life very difficult and painful, but I understood by that time that she didn’t even realize she was doing it herself. When she realized it, we ended up closer, and I’m very grateful for that.
But I didn’t truly understand her until I met you.
Now I get it. I see my parents in St. Mungo’s, and I realize why Gran was the way that she was. Because she couldn’t protect her baby when he needed her. And nevermind that my father was a grown man, with a child of his own, an accomplished Auror who had been more trouble for Voldemort’s first regime than almost anyone else. Nevermind that my mother was just as powerful an Auror. Nevermind that with me as a hostage, Gran wouldn’t have been able to fight back either.
You taught me what Gran must have felt. I understood it, the first time I held you—your babies are always your babies, no matter how old they get or what they do with their lives. She couldn’t protect her baby, she couldn’t heal him after, or help his wife. And that ate at her, for the rest of her life. She never showed it, but I know now what it did to her.
I love all of my children, but you came first. You’re my baby girl, and you helped me to understand my grandmother. She loved you too. I think you made her last years easier, because you reminded her that life goes on.
And that is why you are my little Sunflower. You brought a light with you that helped chase the darkness away, helped both of us to see. You made things clear for me in so many ways, and brought your mother and I a level of joy we’d never understood was even possible. You helped shape me into the man I am today, more than you can possibly understand until you have children of your own.
I love you, Alice.
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grey xavier slater
HOGWARTS ALUM DAILY PROPHET QUIDDITCH REPORTER
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played by Colin
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Jul 12, 2016 16:31:07 GMT -7
Post by grey xavier slater on Jul 12, 2016 16:31:07 GMT -7
Name: grey xavier slaterTag: just him Prompt: Summer Thing It was the summer between 5th and 6th year at Hogwarts. My parents arraigned some kind of cultural exchange thing that sent me over to American for a month and they got a student around the same age from there. At first, I thought it was just a trip to go see how magical folks lived in a different country, and if it was any different from how the rest of us lived. I never imagined that it was actually some kind of government sponsored trip to set me up as a transfer student in America's school, Ilvermorny. Needless to say, I was unhappy that my family had tricked me into going once I found out, and it kind of ruined the rest of the trip. I had no intentions of leaving Hogwarts at all, mainly because I had made a good group of friends in the past few years and my grades were finally starting to look decent. Regardless, my parents held strong with what they wanted and tried to convince me that it was a good idea to transfer to the new school. While I was in America, I was shown all of the historical landmarks special to witches and wizards: Salem, NYC and the American's ministry equivalent, Ilvermorny, etc. The headmaster at the school was a pretty cool cat, and could tell that I wasn't interested in transferring. Turns out, the exchange student they had sent to take my place in the UK was having the same issues I was, and they decided to just treat the rest of the trip as a tour of the respective counties. That, I was fine with. I feel like I got more out of the trip than I would have be being a transfer student. I had just started making more friends at Hogwarts, and being sent away would only reset all of that. Somehow, my parents didn't really understand that and just wanted me to be one of those exchange student kids that everyone always talks about. They probably read about it in a muggle magazine or something. At the end of that one month trip, I returned home, much to my parent's dismay. They begged me to reconsider it, especially since it had "opportunities". That was their buzzword for the summer, about how I was missing all these "opportunities" in America and the likes. If I wanted to go to America and live there, I'd get a job that sent me over there after graduating. From Hogwarts. After I got it through their heads that I was staying at Hogwarts for my last two years, they finally gave in and stopped pestering me about it. The rest of the summer was spent as always, boring, warm, and wandering Diagon Alley whenever I got the chance. Still, it was pretty fun exploring America and what it had to offer. You won't hear me say that again.
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Jul 13, 2016 19:46:59 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 19:46:59 GMT -7
Name: Jamie Greyback Tag: @odette Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person."
--- They say that good things come to those who wait. I never thought I'd have to wait this long for my sister to love me, but I think she will be worth it. I know she will be. I guess part of what made our whole experience so hard was the fact that I couldn't accept that not all of my siblings wanted to be a part of a family like I did. Odette didn't want us, and I was too blinded by that to look for reasons why she wouldn't want to be around me. I just assumed that she hated me because of who I was or what I am, but never thought about what having siblings would mean for her. I didn't take the time to understand, which is silly, because I'm a Hufflepuff. I'm a werewolf. I'm pansexual. I'm the queen of understanding people, and knowing that different doesn’t always mean bad. I don’t know how I forgot that.
I love her. Of course I do – I love people I don’t even have reasons to love, and Odette’s given me plenty of reasons. She cares about me, in her own way. I guess she’s like my mother, but instead of sacrificing my happiness for her own, Odette made both of us unhappy so that we could both pretend we were safe. But even now, having finally admitted that we belong together, I know I am safe with Odette. Maybe she’s not a Hufflepuff, but I think she should be one, because she protects what’s hers. And for the first time since I met her, I am Odette’s. It’s a good feeling. Just knowing that she’s there, that she would find a way to come to me if I asked her to, makes me kind of dizzy because I love her. It’s even sweeter for the fact that I had to wait for it.
I know it’s stupid to say, but I also know I won’t be able to sleep until I say it. Big sister, you were worth the wait. Of course you were. Just in case you forgot (I know you haven't – I just love saying it), I love you.
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Jul 14, 2016 12:22:43 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 12:22:43 GMT -7
Name: Neville Longbottom Tag: @philiplongbottom Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
I have heard parents, in the past, admonishing their children for some form of wrongdoing or another. One of the things I often hear is “when you grow up, I hape you have a child that’s just like you.” Now, I can see where someone like Harry would see that as a scary prospect, or Seamus—nobody wants their baby to grow up fighting Dark wizards or lighting themselves on fire by accident. And it worried me for awhile. One of my fears of being a father was that I would do something without knowing it to hurt the emotion growth of my children, the way Gran did to me. I wouldn’t mean to do such a thing, but intent doesn’t change action.
As it turns out, I had no need to worry.
You are a lot like me. Not just the enthusiasm for or skill with plants, no—though I’m told that does help. Seeing you grubbing around in the greenhouse has reminded many friends of how I used to look. They say you have the same smile and the same eyes as I do.
But what makes you so much like me is your empathy for others and your patience. Particularly with a very confused young lady who needed you to be there for her, even when she wasn’t aware of it herself, even when she needed you to be a target for her emotions. Your dislike of violence, and the way your sense of right and wrong outweighs it so intensely, is a mirror of my own. You have all the things that forced me to stand and become strong, without the problems that kept me down for so much of my childhood.
But that worries me, too. Your sense of right and wrong is just like mine, but your experience is not. I grew up hearing tales of my parents, of their valiant acts against Voldemort and the Death Eaters. And I also saw them, sitting in St. Mungo’s, living only by the loosest definition of the word. Your life has not been overshadowed by the past, not the way mine was.
Don’t misunderstand, I’m glad of that. You having a happier childhood than I had is a good thing. But it worries me nonetheless. You have the same belief in right and wrong that I have—but by the time I was your age, I had trained, I had fought, and I had seen all the damage that a war could bring. That we are so similar—I know what I would do, what I would give up, or suffer, to do the right thing. Which means I know what you would do. But it keeps me up at night, sometimes, that you don’t know. You can be told until the end of days what it means to see suffering and loss, to live it yourself, but without the experience of it, they’re just words on the wind.
I hope you never have to endure such a thing. I hope the world is kind enough to allow you to do as your heart bids, without the pain and the nightmares that come from paying the price for your actions.
And I fear what will become of you, should the world not be so kind.
I love you, Philip.
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Jul 14, 2016 12:47:24 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 12:47:24 GMT -7
Name: Neville Longbottom Tag: @henry Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
Ah, my little bird.
Your sister took after your great-grandmother so very much. I’m not sure how much of her you remember—you were so young when she passed away. And your brother—he took after me, anyone can tell just by spending a few minutes with us.
But you? You took after your mother.
I know that might be hard to believe. Your mother’s always so put-together, isn’t she? Like she knows the way the world works. She can serve fifty people drinks, food, and bills without making a single mistake, all the while listening to the people talking and sifting out useful bits of information. She can smile and laugh and manage to stay on everyone’s good side, and she can cow almost anyone into leaving her bar without resorting to violence if she needs to. And those she can’t? They’ve always been thrown out in the end. I know you question a lot of things about the world, and perhaps you never would have expected to be compared to your all-knowing mother like this?
But I know her before she was Mama. When she was younger, she wanted to believe the world was black and white too. I remember—and don’t you dare let her know I told you this—she followed along with Ernie in the second year, when Ernie believed that Harry was a Dark wizard. She didn’t want to believe something so bad of Harry, but she also didn’t want to believe that Ernie was lying to her. Hufflepuffs are quiet, but intensely loyal, first and foremost to each other. There is a reason that house has produced the least Dark wizards of the four houses. But she was loyal to all she considered a friend, including Harry. In her fifth year, she had problems coping with the problems in the wider world, Dumbeldore’s Army, and keeping up with her OWLs prep. It cost her, more than once, but you know? She never did quit.
When she was your age, she still very much wanted the world to fit into a black and white frame, where good is simply good. But her sixth and seventh years were filled with pain, fear, and loss. Her mother was killed by Death Eaters in the sixth year—a punishment and a warning. The Abbott family, you see, was considered one of the oldest, purest Wizarding families, but your mother is a half-blood. The Death Eaters would not spill pure blood, but they would kill your Muggle-born grandmother to prove a point.
It is her experiences that have made Hannah into who she is. As your experiences will shape you and how you see the world. But while I might worry for you, for what the world might do to the way you think, I think deep down, I don’t worry at all about whether you’ll make it through. You want to keep your black and white view of the world, and I don’t think you’ll be able to. You want to believe that the Aurors are the good guys, and good guys always do the right thing without hesitation. And when the reality of that job hits you—well, I hope I’m there to help pick up the pieces.
But you fought to live as a baby. You fought to recover when you were attacked. And you’ll fight to make it through the hard times in your life, and you will come out of it all stronger and wiser than you were before. And I am already proud of you, even before your trials, because I have no doubt you’ll endure them.
You have your mother’s heart, after all.
I love you, Jayden.
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Jul 14, 2016 13:29:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 13:29:23 GMT -7
Name: Neville Longbottom Tag: @aurora Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
I barely knew you up until last December.
I think we’re both to blame for that—you chose to avoid me, whenever you could, but I allowed it. I have always tried to respect the wishes of students when it doesn’t conflict with rules. So I did not make it clear to you, I feel, that you were welcome to speak to me whenever you liked, and you would not be judged for it. All I knew about you was that you were a Ravenclaw who enjoyed Herbology very much, had never hurt anyone, and had somehow attracted the ire of my daughter—though I will be the first to admit, my daughter is quite quick with her ire.
And so I never understood how much trouble you were truly in at your home. Not until you came to me in the middle of the night and begged for protection for another.
That night taught me a great many things about you. You care for others, far more than yourself. You expect your family’s history to reflect on you, but your concern for others outweighs those feelings. And you would silently endure much for the sake of your sister, no matter how much animosity she directed toward you.
In short, despite all efforts to make you into a proper Pureblood supremacist, you grew into a young woman that anyone I know would have been proud to have raised.
I know you were nervous, moving in with my family. And I know you expected more animosity than you got. But you are not beholden to your family’s past, for good or for ill. That is the way of the Death Eaters, of the pureblood supremacists: that you are defined by the family you are born to. That is not our way, and if the world saw your last name before they saw you, I would gladly remind them of what our way is. But that is not the only reason I invited you and your sister to live with us. You grew into a young woman who should be proud, who should have a family that loves her for who she is.
Perhaps it’s too late. Perhaps you’re already too old to be a child again. I hope not. I wanted to give you the kind of family you deserved—or, at least, try to. I don’t know if I succeeded or not. Now that you’re living with your brother, I worry. I know Nikolaj, and while he resents your parents, he is more like them than either of you realize.
I’m not your birth father. But in the months that you lived with me, I did come to see you as a daughter. And it worries me, what you’ll do when you find out the truth about your brother.
But I want you to know, no matter what happens, no matter what anyone says or thinks, you are always welcome to come home. Perhaps I’m not your father—perhaps I never will be. But I will treat you like my daughter, and I will be here if you need me, no matter when, where, or why.
Remember—you will always have a home and a family here.
I love you, Aurora.
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Jul 14, 2016 13:29:50 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 14, 2016 13:29:50 GMT -7
Name: Neville Longbottom Tag: @lestrange Prompt: Write about someone important to you.
Life is never what we want it to be, is it?
You had to grow up too fast. You missed out on a great many things, and it shows, at times. You had to reign in your emotions for so long that it seems at time that you have no control over them now that you’re feeling them so much. That’s not your fault. You bottled them up for too long, because you had no choice in the matter. You had to grow up prim and proper, just like your sister, but unlike your sister, you were only the spare daughter. So you received the same punishment she did for failure ,but none of the praise for success.
Your parents should feel horrible about themselves.
I doubt they do—but for what it’s worth, I think in the long run it might have been better for you. You were allowed to think for yourself, rather than have the opinions of your parents thrown at you, to be parroted back until they were satisfied you believed them. In that respect, your sister shielded you more than I think you’ll ever truly understand. So long as you followed their rules, you were at least otherwise free to think and associate as you pleased.
But in respect to your emotions, your sister was the lucky one. She was less defiant, her thoughts focused less on what was being done to her, and so she endured. But you resented your parents, didn’t you? I don’t blame you, but bottling up such anger and fear for so long can lead to problems later on. I am glad that we were able to get you out of that house when we did—and I regret that we did not do so sooner.
But you do Gryffindor House credit. For all of your anger and fear, you still try to open up. That takes a lot of courage. You have stumbled and fallen, at times, but that’s something we all do, and you make every effort to stand up and get back on the path you want each and every time. I don’t think your problems are over, not yet, and I worry what you’ll do when the fear or the anger becomes too much. But I want you to know, I will be here, whenever you need me. I cannot help you sort out your emotions the way Madame Patil does, but I can be here when you need to talk, or rant, or just sit quietly in front of a fireplace. If you need someone to hug, or dry your tears, or even read you a bedtime story, I’m right here. Birth be damned—you and your sister are my daughters, and that means unconditional love and support.
I know you don’t understand that, not yet. You’ve never seen how far most parents will go for their children. But—and this is important—that doesn’t matter. You don’t have to understand it. You don’t have to accept it. You don’t even have to like it. All that it means is that I will be there, whenever you need me. And if you’re suspicious, or scared, or disinterested? All of that is okay.
Parents don’t care what their children do with the love they are offered.
It’s enough that you know it’s there.
I love you, Andromeda.
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Jul 17, 2016 11:42:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2016 11:42:57 GMT -7
Name: Addilyn Joy Slater Tag: grey xavier slater Prompt: "Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person" Siblings can be weird. I've seen siblings who hate each other, siblings who absolutely adore each other, and then...there's me and Grey. I don't know exactly what you'd call us. We're more like acquaintances than brother and sister. And it's not that I want it to be this way, Grey is just different. He isn't really close to anyone, except Kyle. But I've always wanted to be close with him. I've never told him this, but when I see brothers and sister's getting along well and always going to each other for advice, I get jealous. I wish we could have that relationship. I wish I could go to him about my sadness with Kyle, and my feelings for Edmund, and to just tell him everything. I've always loved Grey. Always. He's never done anything to hurt me, really. Other than the fact that he doesn't really enjoy talking to me...that's what I feel at least. I'm the happiest, most joyful girl anyone will ever meet. But this part of me, the part that just wants my brother, hurts. All the time. It's kept shut away, quiet for no one to see except myself. I miss when we were children. I miss our relationship, I miss my brother. I miss our laughs, I miss our talks. And above all, I miss my best friend. I love you, Grey.
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Jul 21, 2016 19:17:21 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 21, 2016 19:17:21 GMT -7
Name: Adelaide Shacklebolt Tag: @royal Prompt: Write about another character that is very important to your character in first person.
I'm not the person I used to be, I have to admit that. I used to be quiet and confident and a little shy. Now I'm quiet and nervous and a little scared. The end of my seventh year at Hogwarts should have been full of fun and laughter. Instead it was a dark time, a time where I thought I might not live to see another day. I spent days in that dungeon thinking over all the time I wasted, the moments I squandered. I saw people die. Good people. And at any moment, I could have been next.
When the Order finally found us, I didn't feel much relief. I felt dead inside, and I looked almost as lifeless on the outside. It took a lot of prodding to get me outside, and I still didn't budge long after the others had. I was broken, I think physically as well as mentally. Nothing wanted to move. Everything just seemed to shut down just when I should feel the safest.
Then I heard his voice.
I had never really been close with Royal since Daddy's death. It hit all of us hard, but I seemed to drift away from my siblings as they drew closer together. But hearing his voice that night, all the distance closed in a matter of seconds. It didn't matter that I was surrounded by Order members who would protect me. Royal was my saving grace. Hearing his voice gave me life again. I finally knew I was safe. It was all over. I would probably never be the same again, but I was safe, wrapped in my brother's arms.
Since then, things have been difficult. I wake up in the middle of the night sometimes, screaming. I'm skittish and jumpy and not at all the quietly happy teenager I used to be. But I know I can always count on Royal to be there for me to soothe my fears, just as he was that night when I thought all hope was lost. I don't know where I would be without my big brother, and I know I can never repay what I feel is the biggest debt on Earth, but I know he would never ask for payment. Because that's just how big brothers are. And I have the best one in the world.
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Jul 30, 2016 12:27:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 30, 2016 12:27:13 GMT -7
Name: Mathias Argall Tag: No one! Prompt: Write about the very moment the Sorting Hat placed your character in their house.
I had transferred in late, so I had to wait for all the first years to be done getting sorted. The edge everyone had from the murders on the way to school had left all but the teachers. Each table greeted their new members with enthusiasm, Gryffindor and Slytherin seemingly trying to one up each other in volume. I will probably never forget the wonderful starry-eyed look on every first years face. Though the deaths weighed heavily on my mind, I couldn't help but bounce and rock on my feet.
My mother had told me stories of Hogwarts, of it's magic and adventure. I could barely contain their excitement at the idea of it! But she had also told me of it's dangers, of her siblings and the war against Voldemort. She had told them as tales of adventure, but I was perceptive enough to see the dark truth behind it. The killings earlier were oddly reminiscent of those times.
My excitement died down as the similarities occurred to me. Voldemort was dead, that was assured, his body lay buried like anyone else. That didn't rule out imitation killings, or the survival of his ideals though. If there was some group, either left over or newly formed... Hogwarts seemed a whole lot more dangerous. If someone was targeting muggleborns, and the blood status wasn't just coincidence, then I didn't know who to trust. It could be a lone student or teacher, or a whole group. There goes my plans for making friends. I would just have to play detective.
My train of thought was interrupted by my introduction as a new student joining a higher year. I were brought over to the stool and the hat placed over my head. "Hmm... Interesting... Quite a bright mind... Ravenclaw perhaps?" The words had nearly startled me, but I quickly pieced together that it was the hat, after all, I had been hearing it call out student's names for an hour now. Not to mention how many others nearly fell out of the chair when it was placed. "Observant too. Ravencl-"
"Wait." I said. "Please put me in Slytherin." I asked.
"And why should I?" It asked.
"Because I need to be in slytherin." I said.
"You won't fit in with them, why would you want to go there?" It drawled. "Hmm... to keep your enemies at hand perhaps."
"I'll fit in fine. Green has always been my color."
"Hmm... I suppose you have ambition enough, more so cunning... Are you sure, Mathias?" The hat rasped. "What will you do if I put you in Ravenclaw? Hmm?"
"I'll make you a part of the senior prank. It's a tradition in America that I could easily bring over." I threatened. I was sure there were many seventh years who resented the hat enough to want an excuse for payback.
"SLYTHERIN" It bellowed. My table cheered. I smirked.
Let the adventure begin.
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Jul 31, 2016 15:30:51 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jul 31, 2016 15:30:51 GMT -7
Name: Arian Prince
Tag: @eleri
Prompt: Write about the very moment the Sorting Hat placed your character in their house.
I was pretty excited to attend Hogwarts, to get away from my lonely house. The train and boat ride here had been fun, even if another kid had hit me. I was literally rocking the boat, so I'll admit I deserved it, she didn't hit too hard anyways. The main hall was as spectacular and grand as I had imagined. The tall ceilings, the magic in the air, it was wonderful. I could hardly wait to discover this places secrets and leave my own mark.
But that, and I, had to wait. We were called up one by one to be sorted into the school's four houses. My mother had apparently been a Hufflepuff, my father a Ravenclaw, and my step mother a Slytherin before transferring to Beauxbatons. At least I knew which house I wanted to avoid. The girl who had hit me was called before I was. Eleri Griffith was her name, Hufflepuff was her house. It might be fun to get sorted into that house.
I kind of wondered why so many kids acted like they had cold water dumped on them when the hat was placed. Would sorting hurt at all? It didn't seem to faze some kids, so maybe not. I got the answer to my question soon. My name was called, and I marched up to the seat. The hat was placed.
"Hmmm... Where to put you...?" A voice said. So that is what startled so many kids, I had steeled my nerves for nothing. "A curious one... But also a child who enjoys deceiving others to meet their ends. Slytherin perhaps?"
"Anything but that!" I hissed.
"Alright, I have just the house for you then..." It assured. The hat called out "RAVENCLAW!" I could work with that.
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