Ravenclaw.

Maddison repeated the word quietly to herself as she wandered towards the table, trying to wrap her head around the name. Maddsion Arabella Cooper, Ravenclaw did have a nice ring to it, yeah? Plus the whole bird thing was something she could get used to. Born to fly, she was. And though she was still sort of cross about not being able to bring her broom, she couldn't wait to try out one of the school ones. Now where were those badged people...

Oh! OH! A badged one! Large badged boy with long hair and an attractive face. Not that attractive was anything to be surprised about, not at this school. As Maddie scanned the unfamiliar faces, she came to realize that nearly every single person that went here was pretty...or handsome. Did Hogwarts SCREEN their students based on their looks? Was this some sort of beauty contest? They weren't gonna stick her in a dress at some point, were they? The eleven year old's nose wrinkled at the thought and she wiggled her way into a seat across and approximately four people down from the badged boy. She then rested her elbows on the table and her chin on her hands, watching him curiously.

If anyone asked, she was just doing some bird watching.

As Bryant moved to join the little group, Lux smiled. It was good to make new friends and socialize with others. "Ravenclaw, huh? Congratulations. I'm in Hufflepuff myself." The question of if Bay was a Ravenclaw made her smile. "No, he is a Lion." A Lion with feathers.

"So you enjoying Hogwarts so far?" noticing Jasmine wave, Lux smiled and waved back. It was good to see her enjoying her first day in the school.

Hmm..riddles. They were pretty cool. Just not as awesome as puns. Those Nigel can rattle those off all night if he wanted to. It was something to read and do when bored. Come to think of it. He got bored a lot if not for music and other things. He would be on the floor all the time starfishing.

Hmm...something to think about.

His summer. Well...."It was interesting. Did that trip to Peru and it was alright. Other than that. Just personal stuff" Nigel said shrugging. It really was not worth talking about.



Taking a quiet break for couple seconds wondering when Truebridge will give the speech. He observes the table and the new claws that were coming from the sorting hat. It was something to do to past the time. Glancing back and out of the corner of his eye he sees what looks like to be a new first year, She was watching him.

Must be the hair.

"Hey, See something interesting?"

Please don't say you see interesting birds. That joke is soooo old along with the bird watching one.

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As Bryant moved to join the little group, Lux smiled. It was good to make new friends and socialize with others. "Ravenclaw, huh? Congratulations. I'm in Hufflepuff myself." The question of if Bay was a Ravenclaw made her smile. "No, he is a Lion." A Lion with feathers.

"So you enjoying Hogwarts so far?" noticing Jasmine wave, Lux smiled and waved back. It was good to see her enjoying her first day in the school.

It was a good thing there were others in the group talking, because Bryant had forgotten candy girl's name until someone else mentioned it. Lux...right. Still didn't know the dude's name though. But maybe feather dude would come find the fourth year later. "Yeah...thanks. Sorting hat said I couldn't be a slytherin, not that I really want to be one." Bryant said, giving a little smirk. "Hufflepuff... so the yellow students." And the other dude was a lion? Like a gryffindor lion that had feathers? Seriously though, had that kid been dared?? Bryant gave the lion another pitiful look almost to say sorry for whatever had happened to him.

Lux was talking though, so the fifteen year old turned his attention back to her. "It's good I suppose. Definitely different from my old school." Bryant said, adjusting his tie a little. "We didn't have houses there so there was no sorting...and also no girls." The tall boy's ears turning a bit pink as he said this. "What year are you in here?" He asked Lux.

Austin walked to the Ravenclaw table, a huge smile on his face. He was very excited to be here, and he couldn't wait to send an owl to his parents. He sat down to a girl who was watching one of the boys with a badge on. He couldn't help but wonder what was so special about him. Why did he have a badge? Was he important? Well, obviously. If you've got an official badge, then you must be important. But why? He just shrugged his shoulders and brushed off the thought. If Austin needed a boy with a badge, he knew where to find him.

Trying to keep the badged boy from feeling creeped out, Austin tapped on the girls shoulder.

Sassy? Mo grinned crookedly at the nickname. Leave it to Nigel to say just the right thing to make it better. Or not really BETTER, but marginally not worse. It was a good time to have that buoying of self confidence, since the little Quidditchy ones were starting to appear.

Best just tell them and get it over with quickly. "We could take on pick-up games of Quodpot. Informal-like."

Mo hooked his elbow through Dora's without a word to her. She was obviously working on something in that big brain of hers, and Mo wasn't about to interrupt. He hoped it was something exciting. And new. And involved former Quidditch captains.

"Stick with me, Isidora Yelena. It's gonna be a bumpy year."

So that was Benjy, Josette, Hope, and Sophie, all grinning and bumping at each other and being adorable and... eager. Wanting to know when tryouts were, probably, and... Mo looked at them all glumly. If Aidan and Ves were there, he'd just go ahead and tell them all now. Probably should have told them on the train, but he didn't want to ruin their train ride.

The way Truebridge had ruined his LAST RIDE.

Might as well ruin their feast, then, so they could all move on and cheer each other up properly. "So... guys... I'm sorry to tell you this, but..." Just out with it, Branxton. Don't be such a Hufflepuff. "Truebridge is going to announce that she's cancelled Quidditch. She won't be talked out of it. There's some sort of danger, and... she won't be talked out of it." Might as well say that part twice. "That means I'm not your captain anymore."

Ugh. Right to the HEART of it. That hurt the most.

"And apparently my sister is here. Worst day ever." Yeah, we see you, Vivi Branxton.

Amelia was still a bit rattled after that school trip. She seriously had been such a fool to not take her little sisters warnings seriously. She had said to bring sharp pointy things incase she stumbled into a horde of zombies.

Her cousin had been right.

Zombies were real and they didn’t just eat wands and things. Sending Mo, Nigel, and the other seventh years at her table a quick smile she settled herself into a seat. It was her seventh year.

Was she ready for this? Yes.

Was she going to miss this place…of course, but she had quite a while to figure that out.

Ravenclaw.

After stomping his feet all the way to the table Kyroh took a seat, the tears in his eyes still dangerously close to falling at any second.

What did that stupid hat know? It knew nothing. It was old and mean and-STUPID.

Looking around the table Kyroh noticed one of the girls who had been on his boats, and the long haired guy who had let him in the compartment-Nigel. But he wasn't excited to see them.

It was that stupid hats fault.

Ravenclaw.

Pssh.

Kyroh crossed his arms on the table and buried his face. He didn't like Hogwarts anymore.

Caelen was sitting around, clapping for all of the first years that got sorted and waiting for the food. Where they all taller than she was? Wast he redhead hallucinating? The first years were getting taller, right? Did they have some kind of spell put on them? After what happened last year, the redhead would believe anything that you told her about this place. Rockwell told her that something crazy seemed to happen every year, and the twelve year old was willing to take that at face value. Because what else was there to really believe? And really though, this part of the feast lasted forever. The second year had a theory that if you would take this part of the opening feast out, it would last like half an hour. And there was probably some backing. She needed to find a timer and write everything down in her journal.

But really, the blue eyed girl scanned the crowd for one person and one person only. Paige! Hopefully she got to be a Ravenclaw. If another one of her friends got sent to Hufflepuff house, the freckle faced girl might have to transfer to that house herself. Sooo many of her friends seemed to be Hufflepuffs. Did she just seem to attract Hufflepuffs? Was that a thing? And she wasn't even going to TALK about that whole thing with Spencer right now. That conversation needed to be something she had with Paige later tonight when they were too excited to sleep and needed to talk about something. Discussed over candy. It seemed like one of those situations.

But even so, it was impossible to transfer houses. She was way off topic right now. In the middle of her long thought that seemed to be going nowhere useful, the small girls hands flew up to her shoulder length hair, braiding the air where her braid used to be. Stupid habits! Why couldn't she just recognize the fact that her hair was no longer long enough to braid. Of course that was her stupid mother's fault. The whole missing braid thing. She watched a show before where a braid meant that you had won battles before. Her mom had ruined all of her battles. Now she was less of a warrior! All of her victories!

In the summer, it was a momentous choice one day that Caelen's hair was too long to manage. And because her mother liked to micromanage her life, the girl with the purple and green braces was taken to her aunt and got her hair chopped off. Strands of deep red fell all around her aunt's cozy kitchen as silver scissors snipped, snipped, snipped. Her neck became cold and her head felt lighter. The twelve year old bopped her head back and forth to examine it afterwards. But still, it was very very strange still to not have hair. It felt like the kids whole life was changed.

Anyway, hair aside, the small girl was holding a seat for her friend. Yes, her feet were up on the seat like the candy obsessed girl had seen so many people do before, waiting for the one word that would be AWESOME! Come on, Paige! And also, maybe once the long ceremony part of the opening feast was over, maybe they could go over and enjoy the feast with Spencer. Or he could come over here. Yeah, she was slightly lazy. And she was ready to share her candy with her two friends. Like a piece a share. Because well, addicted to candy. Really.

Oh...OH...oh...

That was her thought process on it. Oh....no! How was that even fair? She hadn't been at the school for but TWO YEARS and the first was spent being old and achy and tired and just plain unhappy. This was supposed to compensate for it. She was supposed to fly and hang out with the team and being...just being. Have fun like any other average witch...

Hope looked around and then looked down at the table trying to collect herself. She won't be talked out of it. That was that then. Did that mean she didn't have any friends, after all, it was Quidditch that kind of held them together right? She looked up at the faces there and she finally stopped to stare at Mo. "It doesn't change anything. Quidditch or not." She wasn't sure who she was trying to convince, them or herself. "We're still a team." Part of her was still angry because it had been one of the things she had looked forward to most of all when she was packing her trunk. However, she was set on keeping the team together.

NO! They were a family. Win together. Lose together. Play or not. There for each other. FAMILY. It was the one piece of hope she had to cling to for the year. "They can't cancel it for too long, can they? After all, the students will get restless. Tensions will build. Tempers will rise." People will be put on edge. She already was.

"We're still a team." She repeated those words one last time as if daring for anyone to contradict those words. Who knew that one year could affect a person as much as it did Hope Evans.

The redhead watched as a first year stomped up to the Ravenclaw table and sat down angrily. The kid seemed to be festering in his emotions right now. Very emotional right now. What was there to be angry about? It was Hogwarts, one of the best places on earth. Or the actual best place on earth. The vote was still out on that. But if the second years vote counted, it was probably going to be true. So what was wrong with the kid? Maybe he missed his mom or his sister or stepped on a bug coming in or something? Family problems? Something like that. Something that the blue eyed girl probably shouldn't have intruded in But still. Still, older students should help younger students, and since the Ravenclaw girl was now a second year, she should probably help him.

"What's wrong?" The brace face leaned towards the first year, braiding the air where her braid used to be again. That stupid habit seemed to be a sticker. An annoying sticker that was worse than constantly braiding her actual hair. When it was actually there and not just air. Air was impossible to braid. No matter how hard you tried. Although that would be a cool spell. In all of her thinking, the redhead had taken out her braid and reached back up to her shoulder length wavy hair to braid it again. Or braid the air again. Merlin! It was almost as bad as her nervous tell, the one where she wiped her pale hands on whatever cool pants the freckle faced girl happened to be wearing that day. Or her lying tell, where she bopped on her toes and touched her nose a lot. Why she couldn't lie to anyone. Especially her mother. Her mother was impossible to lie to. Rockwell had tried many, many times. And it all ended pretty badly for him. But he didn't have that stupid tell she did. It was specifically a Caelen tell. A weird tell at that.

And with that, Caelen hoped that Paige liked Ravenclaw. Because this was supposed to be a good thing. The three musketeers at Hogwarts like this, learning magic stuff together to become awesome witches and wizards. All of the fun the kid hoped they would have wouldn't work if everyone was unhappy. And Caelen tended to be unhappy if someone else was unhappy. And then there was Spencer, who had been pretty unreadable lately. Oh, come on! Why did everything end up coming back to the stupid dork of a friend!? Did she have some kind of psychological problem? Was she a stalker?Yeah, the redhead didn't want to think about stalking Spencer. Placing her hand on the little indent where her chest and neck met, she let out a tiny sigh. This was going to be a long year if she didn't sort this out.

But enough about that. Back to the main subject. If Paige got into Ravenclaw and didn't like it, it would be an even longer year. Wiping her hands on her Hogwarts robe, the preteen hoped that everything this year was going to be calm and NORMAL. And that nothing happened between her and Spencer that would make everything incredibly awkward. Especially for Paige. Who would be in between everything.

Dora squished up closer to Mo the minute their elbows were linked and leaned against him, eyes wandering around the great hall still. Nothing exciting but definitely a lot of wondering. Why were all of these graduates here? And law enforcement no less? At least she assumed from what she knew about some. Wasn't it a bit late to seek out their assistance in whatever troubles had passed? Unless there was new trouble. She wouldn't be surprised if there was, but usually these things waited until the first week of school had passed.

"That's an understatement, Marcus Orion." Seriously. "We'll have to keep each other entertained to distract from all the nonsense." And the lack of a best friend. That too.

She spotted Nigel and offered him the briefest of smiles, but mostly kept her eyes on the sorting and the out of place graduates. Her ears on the table though, catching what Mo was saying but not reacting except to give him a slight squeeze.

He could still hang out with her and Nigel on night patrols.

He went to the wrong table twice before finding the Ravenclaw one, and then Dima got excited all over again. He was in the same house as Maddie! And the freckled boy was there too, but his head was on the table. Was he asleep? First days were tiring, and Dmitriy understood the exhaustion.

But he was still a stranger to it because HE HAD A HOUSE! YEAH!

Except... where was he supposed to sit? He lapped the table, unable to find an open seat, and just stood there.

Huh. Was someone going make room for him, or...?

That was okay! Dima could eat standing too!

Adrienne seated herself next to Tora (whom she didn't bother, given that she was currently talking to the Grey Lady) at the Ravenclaw table, already starving and more than ready for the feast to be served. She'd had a few sweets on the train, but definitely not enough to sustain her very much longer. Merlin's pants, she was hungry, and she was definitely ready to take it out on whomever was nearby. She'd promised herself to make new friends, but that didn't have to include everybody, right?

And especially not new firsties. She was practically internally cackling when she looked to see who she'd inadvertently sat down across from: fresh victims. She recognised the kid from the Sorting; he was the one who had taken a really long time and then yelled at the hat, yeah? Adrienne couldn't help but laugh slightly. He looked like he was about to cry, all curled up on himself with his face hidden. She leaned over the table. "Aww, did you not get the house he wanted?" she said, voice all sugar-sweet patronisation and obvious sarcasm. "Does someone need a hug?" It was good to be back.

Once in a while, Paloma could catch sight of Louis wandering around the house tables. When he approached, she couldn't help but to match his smile with a smirk then a slow nod, "I can see that...quite interesting place you got here, Bolton." Enough for her to stay and don't say anything at all about her plans for the next...year, maybe?

Cough, Pal...focus!

"Um...so, I left the kittens, sleeping in...their cages." They were after all the trip, really tired of jumping around and slap-pawing each other. But why would she bring the kittens as their next subject to talk about? No idea...well, she sort of guessed it was the first subject they had in common.

"And, may I ask...what house is Delilah in?" She was curious about her. After all, one day they were to talk, right? What about if they were in the same house?

See, there was a grin. Nigel might not make things okay. Since Quidditch was pretty serious for the captains. But it could not make things worse. And look he did not even have to say anything. Mo just told basically the whole team what was happening and why all these....former students...graduates. Yeah must be since Vivi is here. Yep this term is definitely going to be interesting with her here. At least Aspen isn't.

Mo was always better at cheering Dora up or so he thought. Leave that to him was the smart decision. But the only thing that caught Nigel's attention now was the kid standing. Really standing?

Why hasn't he taken a seat. Curious and curious was good. He seemed like a claw from his robes and there were plenty of open seats of by him. Even one right next to him basically. Hmm...very interesting indeed.

"Hey Kid, there is a seat here if you want it"

Still the question was there. Why not sit. There was not assigned seats or name tags. Oh name tags. They were awesome.

“Yeah, I’m quite proud of it,” said Louis with playful smugness, as if Hogwarts was his very own residence and everyone else was just a guest. When she brought up the kittens, the boy nodded his head approvingly. “They must be exhausted after the long ride,” he muttered before taking another bite from his apple, watching as a first year would walk down the aisle after meeting the Sorting Hat every now and then.

“Thanks again for watching Luna, by the way,” he said suddenly, turning back to his friend with a smile.

When Paloma asked about Delilah, Lou’s smile widened slightly. “She’s in Hufflepuff,” he replied, gesturing toward the Badgers with a nod of his head. He’d meant to visit her, but didn’t want to get distracted. The boy stared at the back of her blonde head absentmindedly for a moment before turning back to Paloma, “So how’re you feeling? Alright?” he asked, excitement sparkling in his blue eyes. “Looking forward to your new classes tomorrow morning?” ‘Cause he sure was, and he hoped they’d have a few together.

Laughing, Lux was glad that Bryant hadn't ended up in a House that he disliked. "I think all of the Houses are nice, but I really wish that I had ended up in Gryffindor." One of the main reasons why was sitting right beside her, shedding feathers all around the Great Hall. "Yep, I am one of the yellow students, though I like to think of myself as a Gryffinpuff. I even have a Badger Roar." If she wasn't worried it might scare Bryant, Lux might have done it right then and there.

Seeing that her new friend seemed to have no idea who Bay was, Lux started mentally kicking herself for not remembering her manners. "This is my boyfriend Bay. He ate a Canary Cream on the train and it seems to have been defective." The last sentence was almost a whisper so that it wouldn't be heard by everyone. Lux did not want the whole school staring at her boyfriend.

"Oh, where did you used to go? I bet you are glad about the girl thing." Smiling, Lux knew a lot more about that kind of thing than she had last term. "I am in Third Year. You?"

"Hi Jasmine, I'm Penelope. I'm a first year. I haven't really met many people here yet. Where did you go to school before Hogwarts?"

Cris, the sixth year she had met on the train came over and joined them. "Hello Cris. Sander and Andreas are your brothers, right? The lion is the Gryffindor mascot because Gryffindor is known for bravery, the eagle must be Ravenclaw's intelligence or wisdom, the Slytherin serpent is probably for slyness, and Hufflepuff is loyalty, and badgers are known to be gentle, but can be very fierce sometimes, so I think that is why it is the mascot. How do you like Hufflepuff so far?"

Abby smiled at Jun at said "Yeah i am kind of excited i know i don't look it but this is a whole new experience for me" Abby knew it was true because her last school had been a muggle school

"My sister looked weird everytime she came back from Hogwarts, if I recall well..." But maybe it was the deal that she had her boyfriend with her at all times. Or maybe it was that she really liked to be at Hogwarts, for all it stood for. "But I am glad to have come here." She said, in the most honest way she could bring it out.

Somehow, she wasn't being so expressive. Maybe it was the anxiousness....

When referred to the kittens, she nodded. "They had a paw fight every now and then, like the one they had when they met..." She recalled, letting out a giggle as she took an orange from the basket and began to peel it. Boy, she was getting hungry. "And no problem, like I said 'She's a little angel'" Pal rephrased nodding firmly.

Aha! There was that smile, of course...when it came to talk about his girlfriend. And how wide it turned when he looked at her from the distance, at the Hufflepuff table. "Well, you should go visit her! Wish her good night, and all that..." Eeky, weirdy stuff couples do sometimes? She didn't want to say it, but she could express her little, tiny bit disregard of the matter by wrinkling her nose and eyebrows. That tad bit runs in the Robles family.

To respond, Pal shrugged. "I'm still sort of nervous. But let's hope it all goes down by tomorrow..." ? She said in a questioning tone, really wishing that were to come true. "And of course, I can't wait to start, but how about you? How does being a Prefect, affect your daily work?" She wasn't quite familiar with the terms, positions, titles in Hogwarts, but she had Lou to clear that up, no?

Louis laughed. “Weird?” He raised an eyebrow at the girl. “In a good way, I hope?” He seemed relieved with her following words, though; after all, Lou had been annoyingly persistent about her coming to Hogwarts, so if she ended up hating it, then… he might be partly responsible.

Lou could just imagine Luna and Vader rolling on the seat in the compartment, one tiny black-and-white furball, and the thought got him to chuckle softly. “I don’t think ‘little angels’ get involved in paw fights.” Despite the playful comment, he strongly believed his precious kitten to be exceptionally smart and sweet. Like a typical biased parent.

At Pal’s following suggestion to visit Delilah, Lou nodded his head. “I will. After the feast.” And after he’d helped lead the first year Gryffindors to the common room. So, it might be a while. He noticed the girl’s little frown, though, and raised an amused eyebrow at this. “What, not a big fan of romance, Tiny?”

“I’m sure you’ll do great. You’re already more advanced with spellwork and charms than most,” said Louis encouragingly, giving Paloma another smile before finishing off his apple. To her following question, he shrugged just as she had done before. “It adds a bit of extra work, but I think I can handle it,” he said distractedly, fidgeting with the badge on his robes for a moment before looking back up at Paloma again. “Loads of watching over the troublemakers, so I hope you don’t put me in a compromising position, Señorita,” he added with a little grin.

Kyroh was not crying. He wasn't. He. Was. Not. Crying.

He was close to it though.

After a few minutes with his head down he managed to get rid of the tears that had been so close to falling out. He didn't want to cry on his first night in the castle even if he if the hat was stupid.

A voice caught his attention and Kyroh lifted his head just a bit to see who if the person was talking to him. He hadnt seen the girl before. She had red hair! And it sounded like she was talking to him. His direction. Kyroh looked to his side and then back at the redheaded girl. She had to be talking to him right. He sniffled. Looking at her straight in the eye before responding with the best answer that came into his mind. "Ravenclaw." THAT was what was wrong. He burried his face into his arms again.



There was another person talking to him. Another girl. Kyroh peaked his head up from his arms and stared at her. He opened his mouth ready to respond but then he closed it again.

What she was saying was nice. She wanted to give him a hug that was nice right? But her words sounded weird in his ears. Like when someone was playing a joke on you or something. "I didn't get the house I wanted no. And I don't know if you're being serious or not." Kyroh said quietly, brown eyes looking at the girl. He didn't NEED a hug. But...you know...hugs were welcomed.

What if he got in trouble for standing? What if there were no more spots left and he had to sit at a different table? What if he didn't make it back to the Ravenclaws in time and they left for the common room without him and he had to stay in Mikey's dorm or sleep in the CORRIDOR or-

A seat! "I can?" Uh... "I mean, I can! Yeah! Sure! Yeah!" Yeah!

Dima had a SEAT! He hopped into it eagerly, only noticing the badge after a second or two.

Was he sitting next to a Prefect?

O_O

If Justine didn't do something soon she would surely fall into a hunger induced coma, one from whence she might never recover and then of course she would never become a magizoologist, or have a family, or meet a nice boy, or visit that floating Library off the coast of Greece and that would just be a complete tragedy. No no, it wouldn't do. Straightening her back and looking about her with keen, eager eyes, Justine was pleased to see a familiar, kind face.

Louis Bolton, the brave, well read Lion with the kindest heart. What was he doing at The Ravenclaw table? And why on earth hadn't he bid her hello!? Well, Justine would just have to remedy that. Smirk.

Rising discreetly from her side of the table, Justine slipped quietly to the other side, walking slowly up to where the young man sat, seemingly unaware of her presence. Biting her lip to keep from giggling at her own silly antics, Justine came up behind the lad and poked him playfully in the ribs. "Monsieur Bolton! I 'ave a bone to pick with you!" Justine jokingly said, in her heavy (fake) French accent.