Post by steve nigel kolstad on Apr 23, 2018 21:33:47 GMT -7
The first week of school was done with. Took it long enough. The whole sorting ceremony the first night had been ridiculous, even with the forewarning he had received by one of the students he had met over the summer (which surprisingly enough, happened to be in the same house he was in now). Steve had no idea until a few weeks before the term started that he and Nora weren’t going to be the only new students at Hogwarts this year. He had been completely oblivious to the fact that the American school had been blown up or whatever, and now they were being forced to go to Hogwarts as well. It was kind of ridiculous, honestly. Here he was, expecting to be the shining example of a new student, and his entrance was completely ruined by a bunch of silly American kids. The worst part was that all the Hogwarts students seemed to think he and Nora were Ilvermorny students, and vice-versa from the Americans. The sorting ceremony had been extremely awkward as they went one after the other, neither school knowing who either of them were. Steve loved the attention normally, but having hundreds of eyes on him at the same time, trying to figure out who the hell he was, ended up being a little too much even for him.
The only positive Steve had managed to pull out from all of this was that there were now double the girls here. And trying to find a problem in that was impossible. There had been a few cute ones he had bumped into over the summer, but since his arrival there seemed to be a lot more than a few. Dinner had let out a couple hours earlier, and Steve was currently making his way down the stairs and into the dungeon area. He had found this to be an interesting place to explore, whereas Nora had decided that she liked the upper floors more right now. Divide and conquer was the game, and with two of them, they would eventually find everything Hogwarts had to hide. The goal for today: wander the corridors and look for girls. Curfew was coming up, so he was sure a few would run by that he could chat up for a couple of minutes here and there. None of them seemed averse to his conversational techniques yet, and he always seemed to do better at night, once the sun had dipped below the horizon and his half-vampire nature felt more alive.