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Nicodemus Blackthorne

Nico made a scoffing noise. "Well, you had to sleep sometime I suppose." Oh wow, it was weird to hear his surname being used instead of just Nico. Maybe Micah was making a point. But teasing her was just too much fun to pass up. In fact, he had forgotten how much fun it was. Perhaps he would have to make a point of seeking Micah out to do just that.

 

"Kids," Nico pretended to shudder. Sure, Nico acted like he was all tough and mature and so on (sometimes) but he loved kids. Hence him playing horsie for his aunt's little toddlers. All. The. Time. And they pulled on his hair, too! They forced him to make horse noises too. Now that he thought about it, maybe kids weren't all that great after all. "I'm glad you had a good summer, though." At the delinquent comment, Nico rolled his eyes. "I only got arrested... twice," He joked with a sigh. Actually, he hadn't gotten into much trouble that summer, which was surprising. Except for the one encounter with the gondolier in Venice. But he had totally returned the gondola afterwards. His mother wasn't so pleased about paying for the slight damage. But it wasn't Nico's fault the other gondola had come out of nowhere and there had been a slight... collision.

 

"This year's pretty awesome," Nico agreed. "Except for the actual learning bit. That's not much fun." Most people who knew Nico would already have figured that out, though. When Micah mentioned Zoeigh, Nic couldn't help but smile a little. "Yeah, we've been going out for a while. She's cool." Which was as far to gushing as Nico would ever come to. Zoeigh was also quite invested in the whole school thing, which usually led to her encouraging Nic to actually do schoolwork and so on. She could be quite convincing when she wanted. "Hey, I think you told me a while back your brother would be coming here. What was his name again? Pity about him being a Ravenclaw," He joked.

 

Nico reached past Micah and grabbed a muffin. After taking a huge bite, he said, "So, what about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

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Professor Corelli-Rose

The second Welcoming Feast was a glorious, delicious event, which had him thanking the arrival of the new students every time his eyes fell on a dish he hadn't seen yet on the Hogwarts table. Stuffed bell peppers, rice pilafs, smoked, salted and spicy meats, perogies and steaming soups for dinner; crepes topped with cream and fruit, cremes and something called 'pryaniki' for dessert... it was a miracle he actually got around to picking and eating something.

 

But his indecision did indeed cost him in the end; before he could even consider himself properly full, the table was clearing and the Headmaster was standing up to talk. Arcite all but shoveled the last forkfuls of 'Ukrainian potato pancakes' into his mouth from his plate before that, too, disappeared. At least now he could focus on something other than food, which was probably much to Atwell's relief, because Arcite trying to pile as he could into his plate was a sight to behold.

 

At the sight of the glimmering, jewel-studded Goblet of Fire, however, and how it burst into brilliant blue flame, casting everything and everyone in the viscinity into hues of flickering blue, he suddenly became aware that even if the feast was still going on, much of the attention would be on the students now getting up to cast their names; everyone wanted to know who was going to enter and whether those that did were going to get to represent their schools and Houses. He thought how easy it would be to say that he wished he was old enough to enter the Tournament, but would he have actually done it if he were? He looked down up the table to see where Sebastian was and whether he was writing down his name, but his out of the corner of his eyes he saw someone else walking up towards the Goblet.

 

Arcite's eyes widened and he choked on the last bit of drink he took.

 

Coughing and one hand still covering his mouth, he nudged Atwell with his other elbow.

 

"Do you know who that is?" He managed, grey eyes flicking up at the tall teen as he tossed a slip of parchment into the blue flames. He didn't look as nervous or as determined as more than half the other students who had already done so. "That's... that's Sebastian's older brother," he sat up straighter, recovering at last. "And he's just put his name into the Goblet of Fire." He grimaced; both brothers had done that. "What if both names come out?"

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Annika Collier

Annika gawked as she followed Alain into the Dining Chamber of Hogwarts. It was so…enchanté! And—oh! The sky! “Look, Alain!” She stopped where she was, standing in the middle of a path, to point up at the sky-like ceiling. “Was it not just like zat ven ve were out on ze lawn? Ah! It is so magnifique, no?!” Her eyes danced as she lowered her gaze, a bit dizzy from staring up at the sky. Now. Where should they sit?

 

A few of her friends went to the yellow table, but yellow certainly did not suit Annika so they could not sit there. The red table was too loud! Mon Dieu, did they not know how to use their ‘indoor voices’? The blue table was better, but Alain and she would blend in and, as the new foreigners, they did not want to blend! “Ve could seet at zat table?” She pointed a slender finger at the table clad in green and Alain agreed, so Anna ducked and skimmed around the other students and took her place, pulling Alain down beside her.

 

“Bonjour!” she greeted, smiling as she looked at the two young boys next to her. “My, ah…” What was that word?! “Alain, ‘elp me!”

 

“Name,” he whispered, and she beamed, kissing him on the cheek before turning back to the adorable boys in green.

 

She ran the sentence through in her head a time or three (quickly, mind) before speaking. Out of all her classmates, Annika was one of the ones who had picked up English the fastest, but all the strange words…they confused her still! “Yes…my name ees Annika—Anni or Anna per’aps, eef you would prefer—and zis ees Alain. And, ah…’oo are you?” She folded her hands in her lap, curiously waiting for them to answer her, but the sudden appearance of food on the golden dishes grabbed her attention.

 

“Vat should I ‘ave?! Some of zis stuff…vat is it?”

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Atwell Sinclair

Watching Arcite Corelli eat was like watching a starving animal finally being fed a plate of steak larger than the state of Texas. It was like the boy had no end to his stomach. Of course, all boys could eat. They were growing, they were larger on average than girls, they had more muscle mass to build. Ashelia was always saying she couldn't keep enough food on the table to feed Avery and her son. She was lucky she didn't have Corelli in the house. It was a show just to see it unfold. The way he piled it up and sucked it all in like a vacuum.

 

A black hole.

 

Atwell blinked, having filled himself sick in the first half of the meal. The boy was well-traveled, he'd encountered many of these dishes before and didn't spend a good ten minutes staring at them like some of the other kids. No. He propped his head up on his elbow and turned to watch the Goblet arrive in the hall. Magnificent. A jewel-encrusted gold piece that was set to determine the fate of four students from each school. This wasn't Quidditch. This was life and death. He watched the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students with wide eyes. The pressure that must have been on them...combined with the culture shock of being thrown into a strange environment with people that didn't understand them...

 

It had to be terrifying. And yet, they were taking it in stride...joining the other tables. Two of the Beauxbatons students dropped right into seats beside himself and Corelli, the girl giggling and picking at the food. Pointing and asking questions. He glanced at the food she was staring at and grinned. "It's called sweet porridge, I think. It's Ukrainian, if I remember right. Arcite, do you....?" He stopped, watching as the other blond stared at the Durmstrang boys entering the room, dressed in blood red and fur, they looked more prepared to weather a blizzard than come to Scotland in early autumn.

 

The nudge to his side came too late. He was already watching, his stare following the path of Corelli's eyes to a tall blond entering with the northernmost school in attendance. He was quickly identified as Sebastian Montague's older brother. Atwell blinked, somewhat confused. A lot of people had siblings. He didn't quite understand the wonder of it until the names were being dropped into the goblet. Sebastian and his brother having both entered, the dilemma was obvious. However, there was something far more pressing on his mind.

 

The fact that Arcite Corelli's jaw was almost on the floor and it appeared that if it weren't remedied, he was going to drool all over them. Atwell reached out, caught his chin, and lifted it to meet his top teeth. "Staring in awe won't do you any good," he hissed, turning back to the table and shrugging. "Besides, you're supposed to be on Seb's side so stop worrying about who makes it from Durmstrang. Him or the rest of them, it doesn't matter. You cheer for Sebastian." The last sentence was doled out with a healthy glare and then he took a swig of pumpkin juice. "So what if they both make it? They go to different schools."

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Professor Corelli-Rose

His attention was only turned back to his present viscinity and company, when he felt a hand on his chin and then his jaw being smartly clamped shut.

 

"Huh?" he blinked, and turned back to Atwell. "What---?" He hadn't noticed, even, that they were joined at that table by two Beauxbatons students. "Um..." His eyes quickly darted to Orion as the teen was walking away and then finally turned his attention fully on Atwell. The impact of his words finally caught up with him and he scowled, as if what the younger boy was implying was a little insulting. "I am on Sebastian's side," he said defensively. I want the Goblet to cough up his name and to see him become the Hogwarts Champion just as much as you. More---" he stopped there, and shut up. Cleared his throat, that funny feeling in his gut brimming with momentary panic at what he was about to say. His brain finished the thought, 'More, even.'

 

His eyes scanned the table once again, not wanting to look at Atwell in that particular moment in case the open-book-of-a-face gave him away somehow, looking for Sebastian. He finally spotted him, standing up and marching over to the Goblet. Arcite followed his hand as it reached up and threw in the piece of paper, worrying his lower lip unconsciously.

 

"It makes a difference, believe me, if it's either one of them or both," he said quietly so that only Atwell would hear him. "His, er, his dad," he said in an even lower tone. He hesitated, wondering whether he should tell Atwell - not entirely, of couse - what he'd heard over the summer a bit more than a year ago. "Just trust me, alright? Sebastian needs to get this, not his brother, even if they are from different schools," he raised his brows pointedly.

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Atwell Sinclair

More? The boy made a face, clearly disgusted at Arcite's preoccupation with their Quidditch captain. He didn't know what to call it, being only thirteen, but honestly it was beginning to linger on the line that he drew between normal...and well, not normal. Atwell pushed a lock of blond hair off his face and glared at it when it fell back down over his eyes. "If you're on Sebastian's side, then you should stop thinking about the 'what ifs' of his brother getting champion as well," he explained, pushing his food around and then shoving his plate backward. Early in his life he had decided that he did not like French food. His mother had a thing about it. Said it looked more sophisticated. Atwell argued that it was more likely to make him vomit. He was often met with a scowl for his attempt at emotionally moving the ice statue that was his mother.

 

Oh well.

 

Atwell froze, dropping the utensil he held in one hand and turning icily to the other Slytherin. If there was one thing Atwell Sinclair did not talk about, it was parents. Particularly fathers. Especially after the incident in Diagon Alley with Avery the previous winter. "Corelli," he began, making no effort to sound anything but stone cold serious. "I do not want to know about any problems he has with his father." End of story. There were several reasons for that. One, he had his own issues with fathers to deal with. Particularly one that was still weighing heavily on his mind. Tell Ashelia? Do not tell Ashelia? Ignore it and play stupid? He wasn't good at playing stupid.

 

And there was, of course, also the fact that he highly doubted Sebastian wanted him to know about it and he didn't want to face the repercussions of knowing about it when he wasn't supposed to. Of course, in that case, he would kindly point at Corelli as the source of information and let him take the beating. There were very few people Atwell was willing to take a punch for. As of yet, Arcite Corelli was not one. Maybe in time but definitely not yet. He was still sore over their argument by the lake. Grudges were something he was good at holding on to. "I get it," he drawled, rolling his eyes. "He'll get it. Don't worry about it. You know he will."

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Amber Scarsdale

Amber was in a foul mood. Her robes were still shocking pink. Why, in a school full of so-called Professors did no one know how to reverse whatever charm had done this to the students?

Adding to that, she had just had another class Defence Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lumley was a real nutcase and Amber figured it was only a matter of time before he set the classroom on fire or blew up a student or whatever.

She looked at her dinner. It was delicious, as usual, but Amber really wasn't hungry. Right and left of her people were chatting but she tried to ignore all the noise. Amber considered going to the library later ... she liked it there. It was quiet.

Amber let a sigh escape her lips. She reached for her pumpkin juice and knocked over he glass. Great ... just ... great. Her robes were spoiled (if that was possible - anything might be an improvement to the pink) and she had spilled the juice on someone else as well. Luckily they had learned a new charm recently.

Amber got out her wand and pointed it at her robes, She gave it a flick and said "Scourgify!" The spots vanished. She repeated the same thing with the juice that was spilled over the table. As for the other person ... well they would have to do it themselves.

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Irisa Verity

So, get this. Risa was sitting at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall. Eating, of course. And minding her own manners, when someone else decided they had no manners at all. An ickle spilled pumpkin juice all over her! Shocked at first, Risa stopped in the middle of raising a dainty piece of creme pasty to her lips.

 

Her robes had pumpkin spots. Her baby pink leggings had spots on them. Since she had opened her robes (as she often did to show off her current attire), her denim skirt and orange turtleneck were also spotted with the horrible drink.

 

Why was everyone so obsessed with the vile stuff? Why did people have to drink it around her where she could smell it? Why did ickles have to have no manners and spill the sticky juice all over her?!

 

"Excuse you," Risa said. She got up and stomped a seat over and then sat back down before she took out her wand and scourgified her attire back to brand new, thankyouverymuch. Hmph.

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Amber Scarsdale

The girl that Amber had spilled the juice over seemed pretty annoyed. In fact she got up and sat down a bit away from Amber. Well, whatever. It wasn't like Amber had done this on purpose, right? She saw the other student scourgify her robes as well. Should she ... like ... apologize? No. No way. Admitting fault was a sign of weakness. Amber avoided looking at the girl and continued her dinner ... mostly staring at the food.

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Julian Alderon
Julian practically run from the stool to the Slytherin table. Thank god they applaud so he ll be able to see where he had to go. "Food" he said seeing all the magnificent staffs the house elves made. Chicken french fries salads everything. Haven for his stomach. And boy he was so hungry. He grabbed a piece of chicken in front of him and started eating. Instant relief. That hat had made him a bit angry. No respect for my elders? Well...yes it was a bit true that one. Because respect should be earned. It is not given by default. He looked around. All the ickles were obviously starving. He grinned. At least he was sorted to his dad similar house. That was a beginning.

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Bishop Renard

Bishop was pleased that the hat had made the correct choice for him. He knew it would as he did not fit in anywhere else. He straighten out his robe as he stood removing that stupid crinkled hat from his head and leisurely walked over to join the rest of the Slytherin party. Glancing across the table he noticed that “Legs” was prefect for his new home which made being placed in the house of Salazar all the better… even if that rabid spider monkey Teagan Adolphus had been placed there with him. No matter, he had seven year to torment that one. Something about that girl made the tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickle, and not in a good way like the leggy prefect.

 

The little boy sat down, hand on his lap politely, eyes to the front intently watching his brother whom he expected to join him any moment now. After all, they were cut from the same cloth and Escher was not only Bishop’s best mate, but his partner in crime. Surely the hat wouldn’t separate them now.

 

Oh how wrong he was…

 

“Ravenclaw!” The stupid ratty old hat proclaimed.

 

“Bloody hell!” Little Bishop said slamming his fist against the table.

 

With his eyes he followed his brother across the room watching as he took a seat at the Ravenclaw table. Bishop was more than just a little pissed off and mostly at his damn brother. He shot several looks across the room directly at the older Renard boy wondering exactly what he was playing at. Bishop knew all of Escher’s weird intricacies would one day land him in trouble and now there he was at the Ravenclaw table without him. For the rest of the sorting he sat there arms crossed with his bottom lip pursed, arms folded and his normally soft eyes fixed in a stern gaze. He wondered if maybe he could get some sort of second opinion. Surely the hat hasn’t meant for them to go different places. Even so, the young boy was so discontented he could not properly enjoy his dinner in the slightest.

Edited by Bishop Renard

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Elizabeth Gordon

When the sorting hat had yelled Slytherin, Liz thought her heart would stop from the utter shock.

 

"Wow!" She shouted out loud, almost tumbling off the stool. A few children giggled, but Liz didn't care one bit. She was in the Hogwarts house she had wanted, and the house she had needed to be sorted in. "My plan must have worked perfectly." Liz whispered to herself grinning, before staggering to the Slytherin House table, and plopping down into an empty seat.

 

"Slytherin!" Liz whispered a little too loudly, and then only smiled toward several students at the table who gave her a strange look. Let them stare, she was finally sorted into the house her parents and generations of her family had been sorted into, and she was happy, and nothing could spoil her good mood this evening.

 

Nothing at all.

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Melpomene Culpepper

Mel blinked a few times at the Hat's pronouncement. Despite having been told that it could see people for who they truly were, she hadn't quite accepted than any object, enchanted or otherwise, could have described her so accurately. She hoped it wouldn't share what it knew about her with others. Though she wouldn't mind having a nice long chat with it...

 

She realized she was still sitting on the stool and the applause was dying down. She hurriedly hopped up and handed the Sorting Hat off. Making her way to the table of her new house, she sat down in the empty space left for first years and watched the rest of the ceremony intently.

 

After watching just about everyone she knew from Pre Hogwarts Primary get sorted into another house, the ceremony ended. Then the Headmaster made some announcements about people she didn't know and reviewed the rules.

 

Then the best part came: dinner. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until the aromas of delicious food wafted to her nose. Serving up large portions of roast beef, yorkshire pudding, carrots and potatoes, she began to eat. Years of her mother's training in table etiquette showed as she ate slowly.

 

Her eyes roamed over her table, watching the others who had been sorted with her. One boy was eating chicken rather enthusiastically. Another seemed upset. No go for talking with either of them.

 

Then her gaze fell on a girl who seemed quite content with herself. Mel smiled at her, swallowed what she was eating and said, "Isn't it good to be seen for what you are? Slytherins are ambitious, right? I guess that means we're the ones who are going places. I'm Mel Culpepper, by the way."

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Luka Seréphin

From the moment that the Sorting Hat had announced his placement, Luka pumped a fist in the air and leaped from he stool, eager to join the Slytherin table. He pumped fists and shook peoples hands, people he didn't even know for crying out loud! He took a seat and waiting painfully as the rest of the students were sorted. He wondered how the staff could tolerate sitting down and standing up with every student that was sorted.

 

Luka grinned widely as the Slytherin table grew larger and larger with each addition. He himself joined in a few rounds of applause, and especially loud for Miss Teagan Adolphus, whom Luka had developed a little crush on. He had been staring contentedly at the Triwizard Tournament cup when Teagan had caught his eye. He shook himself out of his little trance and focused on the Weasley headmaster.

 

The smells of food permeated the air as the platters and goblets were instantly filled with food and drink. Luka licked his lips and put a napkin on his lap. ON YOUR MARK, GET SET, GO! And with that, Luka's manners were no where to be seen. He was hungry after a long day of traveling, and getting sorted was actually a much more grueling process than one would think.

 

He filled his plate to the brim with meats of all kinds and hardly any vegetables. Through mouthfuls of frothy soup, Luka turned to the person next to him and asked "So, what's your name? Where are you from?" He noticed there were a lot of people who seemed to hear that question. "I'm Luka Seréphin, formerly of St. Malo, France. But now I live in Leicester."

 

Luka was eager to make himself known at this school. The more people knew you, the more they respected you. And the more people respected you, the more manipulated they could be. Future plans aside, Luka planned to savour this glorious night as much as possible. For he had earned it. He knew his entire family would be proud, save for his Grandmother who was always hoping for another Ravenclaw. Well, she always had Melissa. He silently toasted himself and proceeded to dig in deeper to his meal.

 

Life was good.

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Nancy Torrent

So many new Slytherins joined her table during the course of the ceremony. None of them particularly interested Nancy, though she gave any who happened to glance her way a small smile of welcome. She was simply waiting for her little sister Susan to be called, to approach the stool, to don the sorting hat.

 

When Susan was pronounced a Slytherin, Nan sprang from her seat and cheered heartily, quite the difference from the polite applause she had allotted to all the others. In fact, quite different from Nancy's usual behavior altogether. Though the Scottish lass generally employed great self-control, she simply wasn't able to contain herself in this instance.

 

Susan getting into Slytherin with Nancy was what the sisters had been dreaming of and hoping for for years, a wish come true for both of them. Though she comforted her sister that the other houses were just fine, they both would have been crushed had Sue ended up a Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor.

 

"Och, Sue!" she exclaimed excitedly as her sister approached the table to take a seat. "Ah kent it! Ah kent we woulds be together!" she hugged her little sister tightly.

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Sile Whittaker

With a mental shrug of indifference at the hat's proclamation, Sile gently lifted it off her head, set it atop the stool once more, and began the short trek to the table she would now be taking her meals at for the next seven years. It wasn't the thrill she'd expected when she was sorted into her grandfather's house, perhaps because a large number of the older students at the Slytherin table seemed to have little to no interest in any of the new arrivals. In fact they were quite caught up in their own conversations, undoubtedly bored with the sorting ceremony as a whole.

 

She slipped into an empty seat next to an older blond girl and tried her best to not look as tiny in comparison as she felt. It did help that across from her was a boy who looked to be her age, or near enough to it that he didn't tower over her, but he was deeply involved in a conversation with another boy to his left. Staring down at her plate, she listened carefully as the last few students with names further down the list than her own were sorted. With none of them coming to Slytherin, she turned her attention back to the rest of her housemates, curious to see if any of them were people she'd met over the summer or would care to meet now.

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Finlay Barclay

Finlay cheered and whooped each time the hat sent another new Slytherin towards the house table. Slytherin was the best house. They should feel lucky to be chosen for Slytherin. The reactions of the new first years that joined them at the table were as different as their appearances. Some seemed to be fine with it all. One boy appeared to have a twin (hope that is correct) that was sorted into a different house. The boy seemed upset about it. Finlay was a twin himself and couldn't be happier that his brother wasn't a Slytherin. He looked about the table. It was bad enough to have Nancy and Phoebe in his house and now there was another one, Susan.

 

Finlay patted the sullen boy on the shoulder. "It's better not to have your brother in your house. People just mix you up that way. " he told him.

 

A girl was introducing herself as a Culpepper and a boy named Luka joined them. At least Luka seemed to appreciate his good fortune in houses. Finlay introduced himself. "My name is Finlay Barclay and that is my cousin Nancy. " he said indicating the now cheering Nancy as she greeted her sister Susan.

 

Another girl sat down near Nancy. Finlay looked at her (Sile) and asked, "Do you know how lucky you are to be in Slytherin? Slytherin is the best house!"

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Phoebe Torrent

Phee watched the sorting hat assign each of the first yars into their house, there were quite a few of them, she had hoped she would get a new little mentee to carry her books and feed her cat. She was happy when Susan was called into their house... but not nearly as entusiastic as Nan. Phee had never seen Nan so excited about a sorting, not even hers.

 

She was so hungry, and tired. Really she just wanted to go to sleep. Phee nudged Fin, " Hey if I doze off wake me up when the food gets here." Phee laid her head down, wishing she had a pillow.

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Sile Whittaker

Surprise briefly flashed across Sile's face as someone not only openly acknowledged her, but actually lauded the house of Slytherin and how lucky she was to be there. For a moment she stared at the stranger blankly, her long years of having proper etiquette being shoved down her throat by her mother and her aunts momentarily forgotten, before good sense finally kicked in and she smiled politely at him.

 

"Well, my grandfather certainly spoke highly of Slytherin, being an alumni of the house himself. I suppose it never really mattered to me where I ended up, so long as it suited my nature, but I rather dislike some of the noise from the other tables so it must indeed be an honor to be here and not amongst animals," she replied in a snotty tone. At home she was much less formal and stuck-up, but being at the school she'd pretty much be living in for the next seven years was beginning to bring out her less favorable qualities.

 

"What year are you?" she asked cordially.

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Mortimer Nece-Dorland

The day was all about twins proving that they were meant to be placed in different houses. At least this was true in his case. Little did Mortimer realize that he wasn't the only one in the same boat. Markus looked almost two at home at the Gryffindor table. Somehow his older brother managed to drag him to the Gryffindor table for a little brotherly chat. Mortimer even managed to act civil towards both brothers but couldn't help but want to be back at the table he belonged in getting to know his housemates.

 

Finally both he and Benji came back to the Slytherin table ready to eat. Instead of eating, Mortimer found himself picking at his food while talking to his brother and everyone surrounding him. The Slytherin was still in shock over this whole day occurring. For years he had waited for this moment only to be here still wondering how he had gotten this far.

 

Glancing curiously at a few people he got sorted with, Mortimer then turned to his food and started to nibble a bit. If someone else wanted to talk to him fine. For now he wanted to eat.

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Susan Torrent

"NAN!" screeched Sue as she raced toward the Slytherin house table. On the train she had started to worry that all those plans she and Nancy mightn't be able to happen, should she get into another house. However, it seemed to be that all their hopes had come true.

 

Sue grabbed her sister and squeezed hard before beaming at Phoebe and Finlay. "Ah kent it tay, Nan," squealed Sue. Now, it was on a rare occasion that Sue would engage in girlish activities such as 'giggling,' 'hugging,' or 'squealing.' She was, however, engaging in all three at the moment, such was her excitement. "We're gonnae hae sae much fin." Indeed they would have fun this year, should all go according to those plans.

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Hannah Tanski

"Oh sweet Lord," Hannah groaned to herself as she made her way to the Slytherin table. "We've got more newbies." Hannah sat in a chair and watched her fellow housemates as they chattered amongst themselves.

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Zack Trapp

Zack took a seat down at the Slytheren table. He was relieved to be sorted into this house, all the people he had met wanted to be in the Slytheren house. Now he would have a chance at greatness just as the sorting hat had told him so.

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Manuela Steele

"SLYTHERIN!!!" The sorting hat yelled just before it was taken off of Manny's head.

"WOOHOO!!!!" Manny yelled with it as she did a little cartwheel.

 

After her sorting she had to wait at the Slytherin Table to see what house her best friend got. Slytherin, of course. They were going to cause havic together. Manny started looking around at the people she would be living with. Some of them looked nice, and then some of them looked like her kind of people. She saw a boy with blonde hair, watching the sorting. She scooted a little closer to him and stuck out her hand.

 

"I'm Manuela. Pronounced Man-well-ah. But you can call me Manny." She said as he grabbed her hand and shook it.

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Silver Pennington

"Merlin. Is it just me.. or are they shrinking?" Silver Pennington asked to no one in particular as they ickles filed in, ready - or for some of them, nervous - to be sorted.

 

Was it just Silver, or were they getting smaller? And squeakier.

 

When Silver was a first year, if she could even remember three years ago ;____;, she was not this short, squeaky, or loud. Okay... maybe loud. But that didn't even compare to the squeaky-loudness of this lot. She was still proud that there wasn't a bunch of wimpy little babies that had gotten sorted into her house, but still.

 

...stop being squeaky or she'll use you for dueling practice. :@

 

With a few loud claps and shouts about Slytherin being, of course, the best house, Silver greeted each first year to the house. Not with a smile, of course, because they hadn't earned smiles from her yet, but with a few congratulations on not being weak enough for any other house.

 

For all she knew, these kids were gonna grow into being some decent people, and she wanted one of them as mentees so she would get credit she wanted to make an effort to get to know the ickles before she started hating them this year.

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