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Rachael Pinkstone

It hadn't been Rachael's intention to scare the first years, she had simply wanted to tell them something interesting about their new home. They were Ravenclaws, and Ravenclaws usually found interest in old stories or things nobody else would think twice about. Mind you, this was their new house that she was speaking about so maybe she had caught on more attention than what was necessary.

 

"They're not dangerous, no. And this girl's quite right," The prefect looked down at the first year with a rather proud smile. "Around twenty ghosts, here. One to each house, and the rest just drift around. We have The Grey Lady, she was the daughter to Rowena, the founder." She nodded again before she took a spoonful of the pudding that had been set on the table. "The ghosts are quite nice and if you respect their position in the castle then they won't...hurt you. Peeves...well, watch Peeves. He's a nuisance. Be careful of Moaning Myrtle, she resides in a bathroom and she's...rather upset. All of the time. She screams." Rachael had witnessed the girl's moping on one occasion and she knew that these children wouldn't want to encounter that in their first few weeks.

 

Her head turned to one of the boys, who had asked a rather...typical boy question. She swallowed the spoonful of pudding and tilted her head to the side. "I've never...actually heard of any ghosts that were murdered but according to legend, The Grey Lady was murdered by the Slytherin ghost. I've never really...asked anyone about it, and you shouldn't really ask the ghosts themselves because some of them don't like talking about it. I suppose you could understand that. You're smart enough." She gave a friendly smile to each of the students before turning back to her pudding.

 

Once finished, she stood up to take her bowl away and she stopped by the Ravenclaw table before continuing out into the corridor. "Remember," she started, her finger pointing at them. "If any ghost gives you trouble, contact a staff member or a prefect and we'll sort them out." Not that they would have too much trouble, of course.

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Lily Allstar

Lily had walked into a conversation about ghosts. Settling down she heard Rachel talk about respecting the ghosts and looking out for Peeves. “In our DADA class, we learned that you can use the knockback jinx to protect yourself from Poltergeist.” She paused dragging her dish closest to her. “So, just use that, right Rachel?” She asked before trying the pudding.

 

“Yum, this pudding is good.” She said before returning to her thoughts. What would she do tonight? The second year had already done her two duels for today. Smiling she considered going for a walk around the lake before curfew. “Should be a good night for a walk.” Lily said to no one in particular. Looking around the table she looked at what else was on the table. Was that pumpkin juice? She reached for it knocking over her empty glass in the process. “Lucky nothing was in that.” She laughed.

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Addison Maddox

Ravenclaw!

 

The word rang through Addie’s mind over and over again, echoing through her thoughts. She stayed on the stool, just for a moment, as the result of her Sorting sank in. Keeping her face in a serious expression, Addie stood up and walked deliberately over to the table of blue and bronze. She was still, for the most part, in shock, but an inkling of disappointment had begun to eat away at her stomach. Her father would be so disappointed in her. Never mind what Addie had or hadn’t wanted in the Sorting (she hadn’t even formed an opinion of her own on the houses), her father was going to be livid when he discovered that Addie hadn’t followed in his footsteps and become a Slytherin. Addie had been so excited to finally be truly independent of her family by going off to Hogwarts, and then the first thing that she’d done upon arriving was let down her father’s expectations. And Addie wanted nothing more than to live up to her father’s standards for her.

 

Addie couldn’t help but frown a little as she took a seat at the table, not paying any attention to anyone who may or may not have been sitting around her. Addie tried her hardest not to cry. But the thought of her father’s disappointment and anger was too much for the eleven-year-old. A single tear trickled down Addie’s face as the Sorting Hat continued on through the M names. She just couldn’t help it, couldn’t hold it in. Normally Addie liked to cry alone, rather than surrounded by the largest number of people she’d ever seen, but there was no way to escape it, and no way to escape the feeling of worthlessness that had settled upon the blonde.

 

She hadn’t even considered whether or not she liked Ravenclaw - that didn’t matter. Addie’s opinion of her new house, in the grand scheme of things, was nothing. All that mattered to the little girl right now was the fact that her father was going to be more displeased than she could possibly imagine. But something, maybe all of the people around her, kept Addie from bursting out into sobs, and she wiped away the tear, doing her best to pass the motion off as casual.

 

It was only then that Addie realized someone seated not too far away was watching her. Addie’s heart skipped a beat in fear. ”What are you looking at?” she whispered at them with narrow eyes, as the Sorting Ceremony continued.

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Carji Izepic

Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw! Ravenclaw!

 

Those were the words in which Carji would most likely remember for the rest of his life. That precious moment where the sorting hat decided that the house of the Eagles was the only place for him. This famous house created by Rowena Ravenclaw who was smart, beautiful, and intelligent. This house in which Carji would hope to study and learn as much as he could in during his seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

 

First there was food to be eaten after a long speech that seemed it was never going to end. Carji hadn't eaten much since that morning due to being nervous. Now he was sure for the first time that this was the school he was meant to go to. Mother and Father were going to be proud that their only child had been placed in the house his father and uncle had been in.

 

Carji also wanted to talk to his cousin but knew he was busy in Hufflepuff with his duties so decided he might owl him later to meet up for a nice chat. For now Carji sat there in awe looking at all the food that was place in front of him.

 

What should he start eating first? There was more food here then he had seen in a lifetime. Almost like this was some sort of special holiday although in a way it was. The simple solution to this was to start with what was in front of him then work his way over. That is exactly what Carji did until he heard a familiar voice. Looking across from him, he noticed Addison. So she had gotten the same house he had. Unlike Carji she seemed to be a bit disappointed.

 

Continuing to dish up his food, Carji smiled at her and said, "Fancy seeing you here. At least there is one familiar face in this house. So how are you feeling about all this Addison?"

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Elysia Eversoll

Ickles. Ickles everywhere

 

Elysia had hardly been able to sit through the Sorting Ceremony, jumping up and clapping with the passion of a thousand fiery suns every time someone was Sorted into her most noble house of Ravenclaw. Hungrily, she watched each and every little eleven-year-old make their way to her table. She grinned warmly at all of them. After all, she was going to become house mother or something. And all of these ickles would be taken underneath her wing.

 

Before too long, the string of knobbly-kneed Firsties ended and Headmaster Weasley began his speech. Ely, of course, didn't pay attention. She was too busy examining all the new students' faces, looking for the proper ones to pick out and nom steal. She was still watching as the food appeared in front of her, and, though she shoveled food constantly into her mouth, Ely's eyes never strayed from the faces of her peers.

 

A bit of pudding was dribbling down on her (startlingly) clean shirt when Elysia caught sight of one of her new Eaglets looking a bit down in the dumps. As new house mother, it was up to her to make sure all Ravenclaws lived in peace and harmony and love.

 

As soon as she finished with her pudding (dessert first, pls), Ely got up, waved goodbye to her mates, and made her way down the Ravenclaw table to the girl she'd spotted, who was talking to a new boy. Well. Two birds with one stone. Pun intended.

 

Despite the fact that they appeared to be talking to each other, Elysia plopped down inbetween the two ickles and threw her arms around both of them. "Hello, children, hello," she began cheerily, stroking the girl's cheek. "I'm Elysia Eversoll, resident Ravenclaw extraordinaire. And I'll be your go-to for anything you need." She spared each of them a wide grin. "I'm like a...Prefect in extreme training, so anything you need, don't hesitate to ask." She drew her arms back to her body, moving to pick a piece of food off of the boy's plate.

 

"Good stuff," she said, stuffing the food in her mouth. "But anyway, it's wonderful to have you in my house."

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Lizzie Sparks

Lizzie grinned hugely as she made her way to one of the central tables, her vivid hair flippif all over the place. She looked like a ball of fire; it was crazy.

 

Ravenclaw! She was so excited. She didnt hunk she was going to make it into the house of Eagles; for a few hours on the train she began to doubt herself.

 

But all was well. She was in Ravenclaw! And she was called kind by a hat!! Crazy. She loved it. She whoop'd and cheered as many more First-Years joined them, and she smiled at each and every one of them, hoping to give of the impression of kind-ness that the hat spoke of.

 

She whoop'd the loudest, however, when Vic joined them at the blue and silver house. She'd never doubted Vic, it was obvious where she was going. Patting the seat next to her in an indication for thegirl to join her, she grinned some more, and bounced up and down in her seat.

 

RAVENCLAW!

 

When Leigh went to Gryffindor, she was a little sad; she had hoped dearly that Leigh would be an Eagle with her, but clearly she was more brave than clever. Lizzie made a mental note to go and join her at the table sometime. She cheered also when Vincent was proclaimed an Eagle; but again, she hadn't doubted him.

 

The headmaster made his speech, and although Lizzie didn't understand some of it - Snitch Derby? Whut? - she clapped along with everyone else.

 

Finally, the headmaster waved his hand and food appeared. Literally, appeared. It seemed to be bleeding out of the table, in every form she could imagine.

 

Lizzie looked up at the starry sky, and tried to memorise all the stars. She laughed out loud, an exhilarated laugh, her hair spread across her back like a red blanket. She turned around and hugged Vic, hoping that she would never forget the day the Sprting hat shouted "RAVENCLAW!"

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Addison Maddox

Addie really was trying not to wallow in her misery, honest. But her father’s disappointment was sure to be severe, and Addie feared that their already fragile relationship wouldn’t survive it. She didn’t want her father to become even more disagreeable than he already had. He wasn’t a particularly understanding person, and Addie really didn’t know how he’d take the letdown. She was distracted from her thoughts by a familiar voice.

 

”Carji?” Addie looked over at him. ”I, I dunno. I mean, my dad ... I don’t think he’ll like this,” she admitted, gesturing to the table at which they were seated, trying her hardest to hold in the rest of her tears.

 

All of a sudden, someone had thrown their arms around Addie. OH NO! She’d only just gotten to Hogwarts and already she was being strangled! Addie squirmed, trying to escape the embrace, before feeing the tear wiped off of her cheek more successfully than she could’ve hoped to herself. Addie looked over at the girl who’d turned up.

Addie really didn’t know what to make of the girl. ”Right, well thanks for the offer, but I’m sure I can manage on my own.” Addie was stubbornly independent. Sure, the girl was a little odd, but Addie didn’t really feel the need to associate herself with people to fit in, so she wasn’t concerned.

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Nora Havelock

Nora smiled to herself as she looked around the Ravenclaw Table at all the new first years who had recently arrived. They all looked so excited! It was exactly a year ago today that the brunette had been sorted into Ravenclaw herself so she could understand how they were feeling. Being sorted into your house was a very special event for magical children and it was something that Nora doubted any Hogwarts student could ever forget.

 

The food for the sorting feast appeared on the table in front of her and Nora began to fill her plate with a happy sigh. All of her favourite foods were accounted for and the second year made sure to take a little bit of everything. Nora didn't consider herself a glutton but she couldn't deny that she had been waiting all summer for this. As much as she loved her mother's cooking it just couldn't compare to a feast in the Great Hall such as this one. Hogwarts really did serve the best food in the world.

 

After eating her meal in silence for some time, Nora turned her attention back to the brand new Ravenclaws who were sitting around her. Being the responsible person that she was, the brunette felt that she should introduce herself to them. After all, she was a second year now and it was her job to be a good example and provide guidance to the new batch of ickles, just like the older students had done for her last year. Turning to the first year sitting next to her, Nora smiled and extended her hand.

 

"Hello. I'm Nora Havelock, a second year," she said. "And as your elder, I demand that you do all of your homework this year and earn lots of house points, otherwise Ravenclaw will never win the House Cup." She was tempted to tack on 'and it will be all your fault' to the end of her statement but thought better of it. There was no need to scare the poor ickle.

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Carji Izepic

Then the ickle chaos happened. Everywhere Carji looked around him there were those that were just placed in Ravenclaw like himself. Where were all the older students? Were they hiding from all the young ones such as himself that seemed to want to know a million things at once about the wizarding world and what it had to offer him? There as no time to dwell on this since a girl introduced herself saying that she was a Prefect in training.

 

Yeah right. Like those existed. Carji only knew this because his cousin was one and hadn't been in training to get the badge. Addison was now talking back to him so he ignore everyone else for a few moments to focus on his friend. "Oh," was all he could say at first looking around him at everyone.

 

Ravenclaws weren't that bad where they? The only houses he ever heard complaints about happened to be Gryffindors and Slytherins. Those were the two houses Carji didn't know much about seeing that nobody had ever been in Slytherin and the only Gryffindor happened to be his Aunt who he never had met since she died before he as born.

 

"I am sure your dad will be proud of you no matter where you go." Before Carji had a chance to say anything else, a girl had come up to Addison and hugged her. Carji raised his eyebrow and finished dishing out the food on his plate. Then he took a few bites. It was really good. If he could eat like this for seven years he was sure to gain a lot of weight.

 

Another girl entered the conversation only to demand a few things from them. Carji just ignored her being to hungry to care. Turning to Addison he said, "I am happy we are in the same house. This way we can hang out together." Nodding to the other girl he said, "My name is Carji."

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Addison Maddox

Addie couldn’t help but smile at Carji when he reassured her. He had a point. Her father could still be proud of her. Maybe her father would’ve been happier if Addie had been sorted into a different house, but that didn’t mean that she couldn’t accomplish great things and still live up to his expectations. ”Thanks,” Addie began to mutter, though her words were drowned out by the older girl’s hug.

 

In all of the excitement, Addie realized that she’d barely eaten anything. She grabbed the nearest dish and shoveled a heap of it onto her plate, not even looking at what she’d just served herself before stuffing a forkful of it into her mouth. Mmmm, chicken alfredo. Addie dug in for a few bites, but then yet another older student spoke. Carji didn’t respond to her, so Addie thought it might be a good idea to, at least so that then the girl might not bother them anymore. ”I was planning on doing all of my homework anyway,” Addie told the girl, just a little defensively, before turning her attention to Carji.

 

”Me too,” she admitted honestly, though it felt strange to do so. Addie had always prided herself on her independence, but she found that she was genuinely grateful for Carji’s presence. She wasn’t alone, and for whatever reason, it meant a lot to her.

 

Carji introduced himself to the bossy girl, and Addie couldn’t help but tack on, ”And mine’s Addie,” after he’d finished speaking. Technically and officially, she was Addison, but nearly everyone called her Addie, so that was how the girl introduced herself.

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Jayla Kilson

Jayla climbed up to the stool and plopped down. She looked over the four tables. There seemed to be millions of them. Millions of newcomers. Millions of Ravenclaws.

 

Ravenclaw. she thought, forgetting that the mysterious hat was on her head. It was the house she'd been longing to go to since she found out of Hogwarts and all of it houses. Her nerves began to build. What if it (the hat) found out about her short temper, and worse than that, her itch to torment people when she was upset or just because she felt like it. What if she was sorted into Slytherin? She quickly erased the thought from her mind.

 

No! she thought. The good would definitely overcome the bad. Everyone has their short comings. She sat still waiting for her judgment.

 

"RAVENCLAW!" the hat shouted.

 

Relief flooded throughout her body. She could've kissed the hat right then and there. But instead of making a scene, she smiled and made her way to the table where the loudest cheering was coming from. She quickly looked around the room for the guy from the train. She hoped he had certainly been surprised. She seated herself and looked for someone to make conversation with.

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Tecinus Cephias

Tecinus Cephias was amazed at how much the hat seemed to understand about him... Though the fact that he was curious and wanting to figure out what exactly made the hat tick. Tecinus wasn't sure how to get it to let him stay there to examine it further. Rather than do so though, there was a new thing to be interested in. The Ravenclaws at one of the four long table were cheering and waving him over. With only a second of uncertainty Teci started off for the table and found an empty seat. He sat down, looking about himself in wonderment. How were those candles floating exactly? What was with the ceiling it looked just like the sky and then there was food. Enough to sate any child's wondering about things that he wanted to know more about. He smiled shyly at his fellow classmates. "I wonder when we'll start dueling. I wanna see what it's like to cast a spell... It might tell me something about how a charm works exactly." He stated, out of the blue.

 

He of course couldn’t wait to get to see what their house was like. He wondered if it was full of books on things he didn’t know of yet. He wondered what booklets they had on muggle tech.

 

He looked around the table and smiled at the person next to him. “Do you think they’ll let us First Years tryout for Quiddich? What about Dueling? I’m ready to give it a go, what about you?” He inquired, smiling.

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Violet Nyx

Violet made her way to the Ravenclaw table. She wasn't sure if everyone here would be witty or something specific, but they did seem to have a wise look if you looked hard enough. Regardless it was definitely good enough for Violet. Who only had seen the qualities mentioned from Ravenclaw through her own father. She wondered what the rest of them would be like. She wasn't scared, but she did feel a little nervous. Being with people who are decided to have similar qualities would people try to complete one another? Would people belittle either or accept one another? Either way Violet just wanted to be herself and wouldn't involve with charades by other people.

 

Maybe if she was just herself and was nice to everyone they would accept her?,"Hello everyone, my name is Violet...it's really nice to meet all of you".

 

Violet sat down next to some students that looked her age aswell. Vi felt pleased with herself, and wondered what sort of individuals she would ended up growing with? It really was an adventure. A nerve racking one at that, but she'd get through just like she knew she would. She kept herself poised in her chair, but the food around her almost made her eyes pop. Her nostrils flared like a rabbits sniffed the delicious food. She felt good sitting with everyone else, and was really excited to try out some of the food.

 

"Were any of you surprised to get Ravenclaw?", Violet asked. She was really curious, and understanding the people in her house might make her feel a little bit better.

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Abraxia Tyler

As Abraxia sat at the table devouring the delicious food she looked aroubnd at her fellow ravenclaws

checking them out wondering who she would be friends with and wondering what lessons were going to be like.

She could not wait for it all to begin but first she really wanted some sleep

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Aiden Heimerl

RAVENCLAW!!!!

 

 

Aiden smiled brightly ( first time since leaving the train) his father would be the proudest father in all the land. Aiden could imagine his da dancing around in a circle doing some sort of Scottish jig excited that his one and only son would follow in his footsteps as a Ravenclaw. Aiden knew deep down that the sorting hat would choose him for this house. He was too opinionated and talented to be a Hufflepuff, too open-minded to be Slytherin, and to dreamy to be of Gryffindor.

 

Aiden had been sitting a while because his name was midway through the list of first years. He was zoning as always somewhere in space when he heard a few familiar names from summer at Diagon alley, or the train ride to Hogwarts. He cheered some for the Ravenclaw first years, but was mostly paying attention to his hungry stomach.

 

The headmaster spoke after the sorting with both grave news and promise. Aiden had not paid much attention to the daily prophet the past few years but knew from his mothers grave expressions when she came home from working with them that some bad stuff was happening out there.

 

Finally the food came, and it came in droves. Aiden grabbed everything that he could not realizing that his plate was so full he could not tell what he was eating. Little did he care. Aiden slowly became full and sat back in his chair listening in on some of the conversations, smiling and introducing himself.

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Mark Maple

"Ravenclaw!!!" shouted the sorting hat.

 

Mark's heart skipped a beat. It must be too good to be true!!! He was in Ravenclaw!!! It was all he could do to keep himself from sprinting towards his new house's table. He took a seat near the front with some other first years. He clapped along with the rest when each fellow new Ravenclaw was sorted. Then Headmaster Weasley made his speech. Mark was excited to hear about the festivities that would be taking place this year.

 

Now the feast was to begin. Mark looked at the table and blinked. Wasn't the table empty only a second ago? I love magic he thought to himself, and dug in. This is going to be a great year.

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Carji Izepic

Carji was finding it hard to eat with all the other new Ravenclaws around him. He decided that socializing would come later since there was food to be eaten. So that is exactly what he did after talking to Addison for a few more moment while wondering where his other friends had ended up. Both those he had met on the train and the people he had met in Diagon Alley long ago.

 

At least it sounded like a lifetime ago. Amazing how you could meet so many of your future classmates with just a few trips to Diagon Alley and then being part of two different compartments. Carji had made more friends in the last month then during his lifetime.

 

Was he finally overcoming his shyness and branching out like his friendly older cousin? Only time could tell on this one. For now he finished up his food and then looked over to where two Prefects were beckoning the first years to come towards them. "It was nice meeting you all. I hope we can talk again later and hang out and get to know each other better."

 

With that thought in mind, Carji headed towards the two older Prefects.

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Addison Maddox

Addie took a cue from Carji, and when their conversation reached a lull, she tucked in to the plate of food in front of her, only pausing to refill it periodically with whichever scrumptious dish lay in front of her at the moment. Hogwarts food was better than Addie could’ve dreamed of, especially when she’d been eating her father’s cooking for several years now. Even on the rare occasions when Auntie Jill took pity on her brother and his daughter and invited them over for dinner, the food couldn’t compare to what Addie was eating now.

 

Bite after bite found its way into Addie’s mouth at an increasingly rapid pace. The eleven-year-old girl was ravenously hungry, and even as she ate more and more, her appetite remained insatiable.

 

It was all of a sudden that the weight of what she’d stuffed down her throat reached Addie’s stomach. All of a sudden, midway through her third helping of peas, Addie felt full. She’d eaten enough - probably more than enough - and after finishing what was on her plate, Addie put down her fork before reaching up and stretching. She sat there contentedly for a short while, listening to but not partaking in anymore of the conversation that surrounded her.

 

At last, the meal drew to a close, and Addie found herself being herded along with the other first years. Little did she know the journey she was about to embark on ... maybe if she had she would’ve tried to follow an older Ravenclaw back up to the common room.

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Luna Whiteraven

Luna hopped down from the stool as the hat cried RAVENCLAW! She was so excited, her parents had told her so much about Hogwarts, but she never thought it would be quite like this. She made her way over to the Ravenclaw table and sat down next to a girl with vivid red hair. From watching her get sorted, she already knew her name was Lizzie.

"Hey," She said, smiling. "My name's Luna Whiteraven. You're Lizzie Sparks, right? I love your hair!"

 

After all the first years had been sorted, the headmaster waved his hand and suddenly the tables were filled with food. Wow. She couldn't believe that all this was possible, she lived in a pure-blood family, but she had never seen magic be done on this big a scale. It was amazing! This was the best day of her life so far.

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Lizzie Sparks

She turned to the girl next to her, who Lizzie remembered as Luna White-something, and smiled.

 

"Thanks! I love yours too," she said, "Yeah, I'm Lizzie," she grinned.

 

When the food appeared all around them, Lizzie's jaw dropped. She was amazed that magic could be performed to this extent! It was amazing! She wanted to learn how to do that, and she wanted to know right there and then. But classes statred tomorrow. :'(

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Gemma Rigby

Gemma smiled as the hat called out "RAVENCLAW!". She quickly removed the sorting hat and placed it on the stool before almost running down to the Ravenclaw table. The steps in front of the staff table were more than she had expected so she fell down the last few steps but managed to catch herself before she fell completely.

 

She pulled into a seat next to Lizzie who she had met on the train. "Hey Lizzie! Nice to see you again, I'm glad you got into Ravenclaw too" She smiled. She looked around at her fellow first years, "Hi I'm Gemma Rigby".

 

She gasped along with many of the first years as the food started to appear, it appeared all at once out of thin air. Gemma couldn't believe it! It was so magical!

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Luna Whiteraven

"Hey Gemma!" Luna said, kind of like an over-excited puppy. "I'm Luna Whiteraven," She told her, and it was clear that if anything else even mildly exciting happened, she would start bouncing off the walls. :)

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Prudence Manning

Prudence entered the Great Hall only because she knew that without any food she wouldn't be able to make it up and down the insane amounts of stairs in the castle without passing out from exhaustion. That didn't mean she had to like it. Nor did it stop Prue from being bitter about it.

 

Sniffing delicately at the offerings for the current meal, Prudence sat by herself towards the end of the table and poked at her plate with a fork until a small sampling of food appeared on it. She proceeded to push it around on her plate until it was cold and then took a few bites before giving up and shoving away from the table.

 

It was going to be another lovely day at Hogwarts. Yippee. [/sarcasm]

 

Normally Prudence wasn't such a downer. It must be the weather affecting her moods.... she made a note to ask an older student about the situation... she just had a feeling like something was about to go terribly wrong and there was nothing she could do about it. Helplessness made Prudence iritable. In her opinion there should be a definite course of action for every situation in the world.

 

With a defeated sigh, she pushed away from the table and left the Great Hall alone. She hadn't seen her boyfriend in a couple of days... maybe she should start worrying about that instead. She hoped he hadn't like... disppeared or something. That would be horrible. Not to mention there was a Quidditch game coming up and what would Gryffindor do without William Endsleigh on the pitch? D:

 

Prudence made an executive decision to seek out Will after her first class and make sure he was alive and kicking and all that good stuff.

 

With a definite plan, Prudence felt fifty times better and even smiled on her way out of the Great Hall. Perhaps today wouldn't so horrible after all. Girls were weird.

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Tecinus Cephias

Tecinus was pretty darn bummed out. Why? Because he was pretty sure that spending a summer utterly alone at home was a terrible way to spend one's summer. Even if he was fixing up an electric motor to a lawnmower that Tec was trying to convert to battery power instead of plug in power. He had gotten tired of the mechanical miracle called the push mower. No electricity no sparks no go go action. But when yesterday for the first time the motor revved to silent life... He was happy and joyful for one of the times of the summer. The problem was he became suddenly crestfallen while on his way to school. Well he hoped that Second year went better than the previous year. He had failed so hard and his father was none too pleased! Well he wasn't very unhappy, he sat down to watch the sorting wondering and hoping that the new Ravenclaws weren't too much to handle on his first year as a Mentor.

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Gemma Rigby

Gemma approached her house table for the first time since the previous year. She was slightly anxious, her first year hadn't gone so well but she was determined to stay positive. Although her mother leaving their family could be seen by many as a bad thing, now Gemma was free to be who she wanted to be.

 

She sat down next to a boy who seemed a bit sad, a bit anxious like her and she smiled kindly at him. "Hi, I don't believe we've met before, I am Gemma."

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