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sweetpinkpixie · 01-04-2025, 02:43 AM

It was all happening so fast. A good thing, Bria decided, because t gave her very little to to fret and fuss over what was ahead. In one moment, she was waiting along with her fellow first years on the dock and the next she was disembarking from that very boat and being ushered up to the castle. Now, well, now she was once again clustered up and awaiting her turn with the infamous Sorting Hat. And, with her last name being towards the beginning of things, this ought not take too long either!

"Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen!"

Could the Sorting Hat work its wonders on all the chickens back home? What about Thistle? The hatchling was the most peculiar little hippogriff and Bria was feeling a little some sort of way about not being able to clean off their feathers when they once again broke into the pantry and covered themselves in honey once again.

".....Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen?"

Picketta was a Hufflepuff like papa, that much she was certain. Perhaps an unconventional mold of one but still it would surely be the hat's decision where it given the opportunity. Hufflepuff's colors were delightfully similar to a bumblebee's...or perhaps more a kin to the sun and the night sky mixed together. A golden yellow like the bright, warm sunshine that makes you feel all cozy and happy, like when you’re curled up with your favorite book or when you’ve just had the best, most delicious breakfast with a large mug full of warmth. And the black, well, that’s like the midnight sky, super mysterious and strong, kind of like a shadow, but also like a really comfy blanket that makes you feel safe and warm in the middle of the night.

".....Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen?!"

Which of the creatures back on the reserve were Ravenclaws like mum and nani? The blonde did feel a certain pull towards the eagles and its striking combination of blue and bronze. Blue is like the deep, endless sky on a clear day, full of possibilities and adventure, like when you’re looking up and wondering what’s out there in the world. It’s not like any ordinary blue either—it's the kind of blue that makes you feel smart, like you’re on the verge of figuring out a huge puzzle. And bronze? That’s like this rich, ancient color, kind of like a golden treasure, or like the metal you’d find in some old, secret study full of dusty books and magical artifacts. It has that feel like you’re on the edge of discovering something amazing...

"ASHBUTTY-HAWTHORNE, BRIALLEN!!"

Oh.OH HEY! That was her!

"Coming!" she chirped gleefully, unawares that her thoughts had swept her far from the Great Hall and thus her name called entirely more times than was necessary. Her heart galloped and leapt as the hat settled upon her head, springing to life before she could even say 'flaming salamanders, and 'hmm hmm'ing quite loudly.

"Ah, I see, yes, very well indeed. Much drier than your father. Means you have more sense about you, hmm, gifts from your mother surely, yes..."

Well, she was not quite sure what that was supposed to mean exactly, but it pleased her to have her parents referenced and praised (?) so quickly. So she smiled and wiggled into a slightly more comfortable position on the stool.

"Curious… I see, yes, and quite spirited… with a heart full of wonder, too. So much potential. So much passion for the life of this world. And yet… there’s something else. A spark I sense. A spark of bravery....both compulsive and reckless yet poised and purposeful...Ravenclaw would nurture your cleverness...Hufflepuff would celebrate your loyalty and natural compassion… but your spirit, hmmm, yes, it calls out to be more...to be free..."

Again, she was not sure what all that meant but it all sounded lovely. Mum and papa would be pleased and proud regardless of where the Sorting Hat placed her and yet something the hat had said now...something about this notion of freedom and her bravery resonated a bit differently and she could almost hear the echoes of her parents, perhaps even the hat itself in some pseudo memory, speaking to a willingness to stand up for what was right. She was daring because she felt something deep within her, something that pushed her to act. But she did really like yellow, it felt all warm and cozy, like a sunny afternoon nap with a pet and blue like like looking through an old book and finding something no one else noticed...together they made green but the hat 'tsk'd' quickly as that thought slithered across her brow. Yellow and bronze made a kind of orangey color...orange like fire...fire like red, crimson...crimson, a color not just about action, but heart! The kind of heart that stands up for what’s right, even when it’s hard. Gold, a friend of yellow, that isn’t just about winning, but honor. The kind that comes when you stick by your friends, face down danger, and never give up.

"Agreed. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!"

And just like that, another milestone in the books for Bria! It had gone by incredibly quickly for the blonde, another blink of the eye, but in actuality had been quite different. Giving a whistle akin to a eastern meadowlark, sweet and harmonious in tone like spring itself, she skipped off to the Gryffindor table and managed not to fall flat on her face as she tripped down the stairs from the stool.

01-04-2025, 02:43 AM	#9 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie Wizarding World RPG Admin Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Romanian Longhorn Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 39,873 Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf It was all happening so fast. A good thing, Bria decided, because t gave her very little to to fret and fuss over what was ahead. In one moment, she was waiting along with her fellow first years on the dock and the next she was disembarking from that very boat and being ushered up to the castle. Now, well, now she was once again clustered up and awaiting her turn with the infamous Sorting Hat. And, with her last name being towards the beginning of things, this ought not take too long either! "Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen!" Could the Sorting Hat work its wonders on all the chickens back home? What about Thistle? The hatchling was the most peculiar little hippogriff and Bria was feeling a little some sort of way about not being able to clean off their feathers when they once again broke into the pantry and covered themselves in honey once again. ".....Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen?" Picketta was a Hufflepuff like papa, that much she was certain. Perhaps an unconventional mold of one but still it would surely be the hat's decision where it given the opportunity. Hufflepuff's colors were delightfully similar to a bumblebee's...or perhaps more a kin to the sun and the night sky mixed together. A golden yellow like the bright, warm sunshine that makes you feel all cozy and happy, like when you’re curled up with your favorite book or when you’ve just had the best, most delicious breakfast with a large mug full of warmth. And the black, well, that’s like the midnight sky, super mysterious and strong, kind of like a shadow, but also like a really comfy blanket that makes you feel safe and warm in the middle of the night. ".....Ashburry-Hawthorne, Briallen?!" Which of the creatures back on the reserve were Ravenclaws like mum and nani? The blonde did feel a certain pull towards the eagles and its striking combination of blue and bronze. Blue is like the deep, endless sky on a clear day, full of possibilities and adventure, like when you’re looking up and wondering what’s out there in the world. It’s not like any ordinary blue either—it's the kind of blue that makes you feel smart, like you’re on the verge of figuring out a huge puzzle. And bronze? That’s like this rich, ancient color, kind of like a golden treasure, or like the metal you’d find in some old, secret study full of dusty books and magical artifacts. It has that feel like you’re on the edge of discovering something amazing... "ASHBUTTY-HAWTHORNE, BRIALLEN!!" Oh.OH HEY! That was her! "Coming!" she chirped gleefully, unawares that her thoughts had swept her far from the Great Hall and thus her name called entirely more times than was necessary. Her heart galloped and leapt as the hat settled upon her head, springing to life before she could even say 'flaming salamanders, and 'hmm hmm'ing quite loudly. "Ah, I see, yes, very well indeed. Much drier than your father. Means you have more sense about you, hmm, gifts from your mother surely, yes..." Well, she was not quite sure what that was supposed to mean exactly, but it pleased her to have her parents referenced and praised (?) so quickly. So she smiled and wiggled into a slightly more comfortable position on the stool. "Curious… I see, yes, and quite spirited… with a heart full of wonder, too. So much potential. So much passion for the life of this world. And yet… there’s something else. A spark I sense. A spark of bravery....both compulsive and reckless yet poised and purposeful...Ravenclaw would nurture your cleverness...Hufflepuff would celebrate your loyalty and natural compassion… but your spirit, hmmm, yes, it calls out to be more...to be free..." Again, she was not sure what all that meant but it all sounded lovely. Mum and papa would be pleased and proud regardless of where the Sorting Hat placed her and yet something the hat had said now...something about this notion of freedom and her bravery resonated a bit differently and she could almost hear the echoes of her parents, perhaps even the hat itself in some pseudo memory, speaking to a willingness to stand up for what was right. She was daring because she felt something deep within her, something that pushed her to act. But she did really like yellow, it felt all warm and cozy, like a sunny afternoon nap with a pet and blue like like looking through an old book and finding something no one else noticed...together they made green but the hat 'tsk'd' quickly as that thought slithered across her brow. Yellow and bronze made a kind of orangey color...orange like fire...fire like red, crimson...crimson, a color not just about action, but heart! The kind of heart that stands up for what’s right, even when it’s hard. Gold, a friend of yellow, that isn’t just about winning, but honor. The kind that comes when you stick by your friends, face down danger, and never give up. "Agreed. Better be... GRYFFINDOR!" And just like that, another milestone in the books for Bria! It had gone by incredibly quickly for the blonde, another blink of the eye, but in actuality had been quite different. Giving a whistle akin to a eastern meadowlark, sweet and harmonious in tone like spring itself, she skipped off to the Gryffindor table and managed not to fall flat on her face as she tripped down the stairs from the stool. __________________ When you’re stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ........... this is our time to own it, so own it..................................... baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes