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Idina Iordanau

Many millions of stairs later, Idina lead the way down the final corridor to the Trophy Room. “The stairs move a lot and, like, five students disappear forever in the secret passages every year. So I expect you lot to either learn your way around quickly or literally get lost, because we don’t have a place for you if you can’t be self-sufficient and find your own way around the castle. Slytherin has the best track record in the school for not losing half their first years for a week or two. Hufflepuff has the worst, so be glad you’re not one of them.”

 

As they entered the Trophy Room, Idina looked around, thoroughly unimpressed by the layer of dust coating some of the shelves that hadn’t had anything added recently. She never really spent much time up here; her life was full of surfing and swimming awards, as it was, so the site of this many trophies in one place had little impact on the Slytherin.

 

“This is the Trophy Room,” Idina explained once they came to a stop. “All manner of school awards can be found here dating back ages. Start making your plans to contribute to the collection of Slytherin trophies or be the first to be culled at the end of the week. In Slytherin, success is the only option.”

 

Edited by Idina Iordanau

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Dove Lightwood

It was clear that Dove did not care about the trophies that lined the room. She was very contented in the fact her focus had never been – and will never be – school work. She could care less about homework and trying to best another person in a duel. She despised quidditch and had only returned to school because she had been forced. Whether she ended up with a trophy at the end of her seven years of schooling did not phase her.
 
That did not mean she was going to allow the new recruits to go through life without finding a day to pay tribute to their house. After all, if Hogwarts wised up and started to offer trophies for important things, she would win them by the galleon load.
 
“We expect greatness from each and every one of you.” She said coldly, she crossed her arms, staring each one of them down. “Anyone who betrays Slytherin will be expelled from the house mentally and physically. You have been sorted into the house where ambition, cunning and resourcefulness are traits held above them all.”
 
They needed to learn about self-preservation. First years were the bottom of the social food chain. They needed to ensure they made a mark if they wanted anyone to remember their names. Dove looked at the recent trophies and spotted the one that @Ethan Smith had won the previous term. Rolling her eyes, Dove picked it up and “accidentally” dropped it onto the floor before stepping onto it.
 
“If you fail to win a trophy that will be your future.” She told them. “Well… that and I will not hesitate to instant scalp you all. For the rest of this year you are representing Idina and I. We do not accept failure.”


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Please continue your adventure here.

 

Please @ Idina and I for interaction. We adore interaction.

Edited by Dove Lightwood

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Jane Wayne

The Texan’s head was throbbing. Several minutes earlier, she had frozen in shock at the moving staircases, and at Idina’s failure to mention whether there was a pattern of any kind involved in the movement of these stairwells, Jane’s eyes had been darting about as she attempted to create a mental map of each corridor, staircase, and doorway she could see while keeping up with the group.

 

The trophy room was less shocking. What did surprise the small blonde was that both Idina and Dove saw fit to reinforce the need to obtain visible representations of success so strongly. Jane observed her other classmates for signs that they found this necessity surprising. How would others know you had any right to consume resources if they weren’t quite aware of your superiority in some arena or another?

 

She did make note of what the trophies were for, however. She’d need that.

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Anastasia Lum

Ana had decided to ignore the threats that their reluctant tour guides dropped so glibly. The death rate at Hogwarts was pretty low compared to Durmstrang or some of the smaller institutes. Any talk of serious harm was just that: talk.

 

Honestly, it sounded a lot like the girls were just bored of leading the first years around. Ana was also a bit bored of being lead around pointless corridors that she wasn't allowed to cast spells in. There was a distinct lack of books for the majority of their tour, but when they rounded to corner and she got a look at the trophy room, her eyes went wide with glee. They were so shiny! There were plaques and cups and statuettes for all manner of contest or achievement! She was going to get her name in here. She wondered if she could get an entire shelf to herself. This was definitely a room of inspiration, even if it wasn't what she was looking for right now.

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Clarissa Perenge

Clarissa had no interest in this room. Perhaps for Quidditch, but otherwise she saw trophies as something nerds earned. She hung back not even bothering to look at any of them. Why should she care about a bunch of over achievers with no lives? She was never going to be one of those people. All she cared about what learning magic and getting out of here as soon as possible. She didn't need some trophy to tell her she was great. She knew that already.

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Winston Hughes

Winston knew Hogwarts was a castle but he never truly realized how huge it was. There were so many hallways, so many flights of stairs… He didn’t mind too much though. How could he with all the magic around? Talkative ghosts, statues of armor that waved back to you, portraits desperate to say hello and welcome you to the school, even moving staircases… it was all so amazing. It was already a million times better than his old muggle school. Winston didn’t think he could ever become bored at such an interesting place with so many new things to learn. 

 

The Trophy Room was definitely something Winston liked. He was an ambitious sort (get it lololol) and he fully intended to have his own awards up here. He ate up what @Idina Iordanau and @Dove Lightwoodwere throwing out him, eager to earn a trophy and for his reputation to improve. “What sort of things can we get trophies for besides Quidditch and dueling?” Sports weren’t exactly his forte. Did you see his puny arms? “Can we get any for high grades?” That was more up to his speed. Were there any Quiz Bowls in Hogwarts?

 

And thank Merlin, Clarissa surprisingly kept her mouth shut so far.

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Eleanor Perkins

Merlin, couldn't this tour end already? It was clear the prefects didn't want to be around them at all, and practically half of them were covered in food from the fight during the feast, and all Eleanor wanted was to shower and go to bed.

 

Sadly, the universe would not grant her this simple request, given they were being ushered into the trophy room. Although... this would be something right up her alley: at the end of the day, Eleanor was a competitive, aggressive person in all facets of life, and she wanted (needed) her name to end up on one of these huge gold trophies before her seven years were up. She glanced over the Quidditch trophies to land on those for dueling champions. Yeah, that's where it was all at. 

 

She noticed that @Winston Hughes seemed less excited about the idea, though. Trophies for high grades? Oh, dear. So she nudged him with the elbow that wasn't covered in drying food. "You should definitely try out dueling," she said. "I am, and I'm sure you have better aim than I do. I couldn't even hit Clarissa with the gravy at the feast."

 

Unfortunately.

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Anastasia Lum

Ana turned to the prefects when she heard Winston's question. She wasn't interested in drawing the prefects' attention to herself, but she did hope they'd answer his question. She knew she was about as likely to earn a quidditch trophy as she was to start sprouting daisies out her ears. If there were awards for just getting good grades, she was more than willing to pursue those instead.

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Alula Biddle

Alula frowned, quietly following on and observing.  Her eyes were like saucers, taking in the wonder of the castle.  As they walked, she saw the way paintings danced and came to life—not a foreign concept, but she had never seen so much beautiful art in one place.  It made her want to drabble in something creative, to put all of this magic into one spot.

 

She noticed another boy asking questions, and stepped up beside @Winston Hughes.  He, apparently, was an intellectual and thought to ask the right questions.  It was obviously a priority: understanding how they could best succeed in this new place.  "He's right, trophies just for being active seems a bit... exclusive, what about for brains?" she tacked onto the end of his query.

 

"Also, Dove and Idina, where are your trophies?" she frowned.  "Best prefects award of the year, maybe?" came the token Biddle sweetness.

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Winston Hughes

“I don’t know…” Winston said, his voice full of doubt, in regards to Eleanor. He typically never had any of the skills needed for sports. Coordination? Physical toughness?  An innate athletic ability? Those traits escaped him. Her joke about aiming the gravy boat at Clarissa and missing made him laugh though. He decided Eleanor was friendly enough… when you weren’t being a prat. “If you say so. I’ll give it a try. Maybe we can duel sometime?”

 

Another one of his new housemates approached and Winston hadn’t really gotten a chance to talk much with her. He possessed a great memory though and her name was so unique he remembered it quite clearly. Alula. He smiled when the girl stepped closer and seemed to be in agreement with him about grades. Good. He’d like to know more about the girl as well.  Towards the prefects and the other first years, Winston explained “Yeah. I’d like to get some type of recognition for my grades too. House points are great and all but I want my name up there.” He gestured towards the trophies. 

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Magda Trickett

Magda might have been alarmed by the five students a year get lost statistic if she weren’t so good at navigating the complexities of Knockturn and Diagon alleys and their many offshoots. She knew every small twist and turn, every hidden passage big enough for her to squeeze through, and she planned to get to know her new home just as well.

 

The many trophies were almost as shiny and beautiful as the badges pinned to the prefects’ robes, although the thick coating of dust detracted a bit from their allure. Still, Magda ached to hold them, to look at them, and to add them to her collection of treasures. She was running low on “trophy/prize” variety treasures ever since she’d given Ivan her prized fifth-place pie contest medal.

 

The other first years were talking about wanting their names on trophies, but Magda wasn’t interested in fame, only shiny things.

 

She hung back, waiting until the group was just about to move on to the next stage in the tour, and the prefects’ attention was diverted. Then she detached herself from Bitsy's hand and quickly picked up the discarded trophy bearing the name @Ethan Smith. She polished the metal with her sleeve, clearing off Dove’s footprint, then happily tucked the trophy into the folds of her oversized robes.

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Dove Lightwood

Certain lessons will provide a top of the year honour.’ Dove told @Winston Hughes. Why on earth was this boy in their house if all he wanted to do was lessons? Surely there should have been a nice nest in the Ravenclaw Tower for him which was a long way away from Slytherin. 

 

“It is a good goal to have. If you want to be recognised this is the room you want a reward within.” She added, with another glance around. She then looked towards Alula and wondered whether this girl was for real. “Idina and I were only made prefects over the summer. It will take a little time for us to be awarded.”

 

It will also take time for their expulsions to go through when the professors realised they had less then nice plans for the first years. 

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Maggie mac Ruaidhri

When told they were going on a tour of the castle, Maggie didn't expect to be dragged up many flights of stairs to a trophy room. It was kinda dusty in here, wasn't it? Frowning at a smudged plaque, she reached out and wiped some of the dirt off to read the letters engraved there. 

 

First Place
Team Death Tower

@Devlin P. Whitehorn

@Silas Harding-Clarke

@Jake Morent
@Margaret Schoenberger

@Juan Garcia

 

Death Tower? She wasn't sure she liked the sound of that. Still, she was curious enough to turn around and ask, when she thought she saw the girl known as @Magda Trickett slip something into her robes.

 

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" she whispered, checking to make sure that @Idina Iordanau and @Dove Lightwood weren't paying attention to them. "What if there are spells on it?"

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Bitsy Pollen

The expected continued. There were the stairs, stacked and bending, altered in their loaded shapes across the school grounds: magnificent, like snakework. Portraits, half-sleeping or giddy (whispering) beneath their illusory panes. Ghosts, illustrated or dishonest in their spectral bodies, emptied and exempted from breath. (But there would be time for these descriptions later.)

 

Walking through the Hogwarts castle, the first time, Bitsy continued to float. She was not like the ghosts were but in feeling. Expected, the girl followed her group through the hallway, and Bitsy was in awe. She continued to hold to Magda’s hand, because Bitsy was gleeful, even in that rush—descriptions skimmed backwards and into the evening—jettisoned through the steps she took with her heart, and not with the head.

 

Expected, the Slytherin prefects emphasised their Houses’s successes. They ‘expected’ it of them, too: greatness, as she did, that hallowed word to which she’d always belonged. Bitsy’s sister Constance had told Bitsy that Slytherin valued as much, and so Bitsy had nodded: agreeing. She, too, was ambitious. She, too, was cunning—or resourceful. Perfect, the hat had told her.

Beatrice was perfect. (Or was it something else, and maybe she’d misheard?)

 

Impossible. “I plan to win every trophy I can!” Bitsy declared, smiling, bold in its bloat, at @Idina Iordanau and @Dove Lightwood. “I’m sure that we all do!” She grinned at the rest of her yearmates, as well—only some faces soured (only some of them lemons). As to the prefects, they were not… happy, exactly, and their tactics were too brutal; their boredom perhaps excessive for their positions; but, Bitsy could command her own space. She could command everything.

 

The only exception was perhaps expected, too. In the slide of her larger engagement, Magda had decided to steal.

 

Bitsy stepped in front of her best friend, suddenly panicked, where her hand might have been caught in the prefects' wide-net gaze. Loosened, the hand-holding had not simply been affection that had lead her to its hold, was it? It was the first night, and Bitsy knew what had not been said that was expected of her, too.

 

Apart from feeling, Beatrice was correct. (She had to correct them.)

 

Surreptitiously, Bitsy shot the part-goblin a look.

 

Magda, no.

 

Stealing was another Forever Bad Thing they had discussed/Bitsy had dictated, in her consistent and constant oration of the Hogwarts Rules. Bitsy had assigned Magda a list of reading before they’d been sorted, knowing Magda wouldn’t have much time to make a dent in anything other than 'Hogwarts: A History' and the rules Bitsy had painstakingly jotted down for the other to memorise and recite (given the girl's lack of oratory skills in that, well, Magda couldn’t exactly read so much as mash words together on a page in Gobbledygook, warped little finger scratches like the ones she did not understand on her sister Winona's bedroom desk), BUT, obviously, the bit about not taking what did not belong to you should have been remembered and apparent, because this was AGAINST THE RULES, MAGDA, and RULES in general, and also MORALLY APPREHENSIBLE AND FRAUDULENT—another vocabulary word you could have found in their letters, simply put: this means that stealing was NOT GOOD (!).

 

Another Slytherin girl whispered a deterrent that was... perhaps more pragmatic than preaching. Thanks? Sort of? Once the prefects had slotted ahead, Bitsy tugged at @Magda Trickett's sleeve. "You know the rules. Put it back."

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Magda Trickett

Magda jumped a little when @Maggie mac Ruaidhri commented on her thievery, as she had been sure no one but Bitsy was still lingering behind the tour to witness. She frowned at the other girl, hugging the trophy beneath her school robes protectively.

 

“Why would it have spells on it? They’ve just left it on the shelf to gather dust and cobwebs!” Magda whispered this with all the righteous indignation of an animal rights activist who had just freed a pack of wild animals from a zoo. The trophy was her precious treasure, and she intended to keep it safe. “Also, if it did have spells, they would’ve been triggered when that prefect took it down and stomped all over it.”

 

Then @Bitsy Pollen admonished her, and Magda reluctantly set the trophy back on the ground, making a sour face. Of course, as soon as Bitsy’s back was turned again, Magda picked it right back up and tucked it under her robes. Once the trophy had been retrieved she scurried after the rest of the departing group, clutching her treasure to her chest and trying not to smile too broadly.

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Brooklyn Shea

Flecks of gold spotted her vision, and already, Brooklyn was imagining herself with her name on the trophies. She wasn't sure what skill she was proficient enough in to earn a trophy, but the idea was no less ablaze in her mind. Her imagination continued to reel when she heard Bitsy's declaration.

 

"I plan to earn every trophy, too!" She piped in, like an echo, an afterthought. The voice sounded less like her own than the voice of someone who wanted to be someone else.

 

Like the hat had told her.

 

The sorting hat's words rang bright in Brooklyn's mind, how it'd advised her to stop spending so much time wishing she was another person, when she should be happy as herself. She struggled. The hat was supposed to always be right, and yet, Brooklyn didn't think she acted that way. She wasn't trying to be someone else--she was merely ensuring others didn't think she was a loser (which she wasn't).

 

Thinking about it too much hurt Brooklyn's brain, so she forced herself to stop. Her attention was stolen by Bitsy again, chastising Magda for her thievery. Brooklyn's eyes grew brighter. Was it normal to steal? Or was it bad? Would it be odd, if she also tried, but more surreptitiously? Or should she be telling Magda she was wrong? There were so many trophies,though.. how could it be wrong to steal one?

Brooklyn didn't do anything, yet, but she felt conflicted, her mind tangling as the group advanced in their tour.

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Maggie mac Ruaidhri

"To stop people from running off with them?" Maggie held up her hands, showing she meant no ill will. "I mean, how many other people have tried taking them over the years?" Another girl tried to help her out, to get the smaller girl to put the trophy back. 

 

"I mean, I'm all for it if you want," she said, offering @Magda Trickett a small smile. "You gotta be careful not to take something that's gonna fight back, though." And in a school filled with magic, with stairs that moved at their own whims, she didn't want to take any chances. 

 

Fortunately, her and Bitsy's efforts seemed to work, since Magda put the trophy back. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Maggie turned her attention back to the prefects, ready to continue with the tour.

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Dove Lightwood

At one of the girls 'I plan to win everything' Dove nodded her approval. It was in that moment she decided that Bitsy was a worthy new snake. They needed to have ambition if they wanted to survive through the seven years of schooling before leaping into the world of adulthood. "One point to Slytherin for having an ambition which doesn't make me want to hex you." Dove told @Bitsy Pollen

 

She had given points. 

 

She could be nice. 

 

If she noticed that certain trophies were starting to disappear she did not say anything. It was about time the professors at the school realised they needed a better security system when it came to protecting the school valuables. 

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Akiva Khalsa

Thankfully, this was not Akiva's first time staying in a castle, and though she loathed to admit that Jaxon had been correct during their boat ride over, this castle was nothing like her last. Sure, on the outside, while Hogwarts was larger in size, they were similar. Both grand, both made of stone, both had towers that seemed to skim the clouds above.

 

The differences however, were astronomical. While walking up the stairs and ignoring the threats that were coming from the prefects leading the way, Akiva focused on the portraits, on the way they moved as if they were still alive. At first she thought perhaps the movement was on a loop, that perhaps it was just some sort of projection. But the further she walked and the closer she looked, she could see that the movements didn't seem all that planned, especially when one of the portraits seemed to respond to one of the students ahead of her.

 

Her old castle didn't have that at all.

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Ryszard Althaus-Valerio

Ryszard couldn’t believe he would have to spend the next seven years sharing a dormitory with a nerd (@Winston Hughes). “Nerd!” He yelled out loud, though he wasn’t sure if Winston would be able to tell who had spoken.

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Winston Hughes

If he had heard @Ryszard Althaus-Valerio, Winston wouldn't be able to believe he would have to spend the next seven years sharing a dormitory with such an idiot. Weren't they supposed to go to Gryffindor?

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