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For those who belong in Slytherin House, on the right side of the Great Hall is where your table awaits. Green banners containing an embroidered silver snake float above the polished table in honour of the cunning Salazar Slytherin. Already placed on the tables are silver plates with accompanying cutlery and goblets. All that is missing right now are the mountains of food and pitchers containing your favourite beverages.
Though your stomach might be growling as you take a seat on one of the long benches next to the table, it is important to not get hangry -- gnawing your arm away or jabbing your fork repeatedly on the surface of the table will do no good whatsoever. Give everyone some time to get settled in and wait for Headmaster Winterbottom to deliver his speech. Keep yourself preoccupied by catching up with your fellow housemates or those who are visiting from the other tables until it is time to sink your teeth into the hearty and delicious meal prepared by the house-elves.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Aryan sat at the Slytherin table, offering those who had welcomed him small smiles. His fingers were still crossed but no one could see this as his hands were hidden under the table. Gilly was up next from the group of four friends; he need not worry because she too became a Slytherin. Because he was being utterly superstitious at the moment, he didn’t applaud her but threw her a huge grin as she joined the Slytherins.
Ary found himself squeezing his fingers tightly as Drake’s name was called. He stared, without blinking, as the Hat’s deliberation took place. The rip on the brim opened and… Drake was placed in Slytherin House too! The two were going to be dorm mates! Ary was positively ecstatic. Like before, he offered the other Beery twin a grin. He had to keep his fingers crossed for Bry, after all.
Finally they were down to the Ps and his girl bestfriend’s name was called. Three of their group were Snakes, was it too much to hope for four? Ary didn’t care. He hoped and hoped and… his fingers loosened as he clapped for Bryony. He hardly dared to believe it! All four of them were Slytherins! This was one of the best days of his little life!
Etta slowly made her way to the Slytherin table. Moments ago she was newly sorted to the Slytherin House. She felt a sense of pride and curiosity about what this term would bring her, the experiences and maybe even make one friend. This was not the orphanage or foster homes she grew up in. This was Hogwarts. It had rules, it wasn’t going to be difficult…right?
Oh no.
Oh no, no, no, no…
Her eyes widened at the number of strangers students and the staff at the front end. Etta froze. Her vision blurred, breath quickened and the hall grew louder in her ears. Her muscles tensed and her sweat was cold just like her hands. Etta shivered and wringed her hands.
And the hall!
The hall was getting smaller! The air became heavy and her chest tightened.
Tears filled her eyes as the social panic was setting in.
She wanted to run out of there but Etta couldn't move. Couldn't even move from the quivering of her jaw.
Though Regulus always paid attention to the Sorting - or at least he had last year, and naturally in the year he had been actively involved in it as well, both of which he thought must constitute as 'always' - he had more reason this year to pay attention to it. Another uncle, for one thing, but he'd had two and a niece sorted last term. This year, it was a sibling. Half-sibling. He was lacking one of those this year, but the other had now arrived. Probably that was something that preyed on their thoughts, but they'd not seen how it was, maybe wouldn't understand it was better this way. Regulus was even vaguely aware of a small anchor of relief.
The point here being that he was paying attention to the Sorting, up until the moment Des was placed in their house, and beyond. Already slow-moving, and them not yet out of the first half-dozen letters of the alphabet.
Regulus didn't greet the newcomers verbally as they arrived, in case he got swept up in conversation and missed one of the names he was trying to keep track of as they were read out. He did, however, give each a nod and small smile as they joined the table, such as that one first year who proceeded to become transfixed on the sorting himself.
But then there came one (Etta) who didn't sit right away. Regulus glanced at her first, before returning his attention to the Sorting, only to find his eyes drifting back again as she stayed stood in place. He noticed the tears, recognised the signs of panic when he saw them, wondered if he ought to try and let someone else... handle that, but it was already obvious he'd noticed.
Regulus glanced up at the Sorting again, then around those nearest him, in case there was an older girl who might decide to take this one under her wing, and then he looked at the girl again and offered her a small smile.
"Hello," he said, and gestured at the empty place across the table and few places down, near-ish to where she stood. "You can sit here, if you'd like." He couldn't do much better than to offer a place to freak out where it wouldn't feel like the entire Hall was watching. After a pause, he reached out and poured some water, and set it at the place he'd just gestured to, but made no further comment.
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Though Regulus always paid attention to the Sorting - or at least he had last year, and naturally in the year he had been actively involved in it as well, both of which he thought must constitute as 'always' - he had more reason this year to pay attention to it. Another uncle, for one thing, but he'd had two and a niece sorted last term. This year, it was a sibling. Half-sibling. He was lacking one of those this year, but the other had now arrived. Probably that was something that preyed on their thoughts, but they'd not seen how it was, maybe wouldn't understand it was better this way. Regulus was even vaguely aware of a small anchor of relief.
The point here being that he was paying attention to the Sorting, up until the moment Des was placed in their house, and beyond. Already slow-moving, and them not yet out of the first half-dozen letters of the alphabet.
Regulus didn't greet the newcomers verbally as they arrived, in case he got swept up in conversation and missed one of the names he was trying to keep track of as they were read out. He did, however, give each a nod and small smile as they joined the table, such as that one first year who proceeded to become transfixed on the sorting himself.
But then there came one (Etta) who didn't sit right away. Regulus glanced at her first, before returning his attention to the Sorting, only to find his eyes drifting back again as she stayed stood in place. He noticed the tears, recognised the signs of panic when he saw them, wondered if he ought to try and let someone else... handle that, but it was already obvious he'd noticed.
Regulus glanced up at the Sorting again, then around those nearest him, in case there was an older girl who might decide to take this one under her wing, and then he looked at the girl again and offered her a small smile.
"Hello," he said, and gestured at the empty place across the table and few places down, near-ish to where she stood. "You can sit here, if you'd like." He couldn't do much better than to offer a place to freak out where it wouldn't feel like the entire Hall was watching. After a pause, he reached out and poured some water, and set it at the place he'd just gestured to, but made no further comment.
Etta momentarily composed herself enough to hear a kind voice nearby. Her large doe eyes fixed on the young boy who offered her a small smile. Etta wanted to return the boy’s smile but the panicked frown on her face was all that kept her from releasing those burning tears in her eyes.
An invitation to have a seat had been offered to her and once her body responded she nodded, ”Thank you.” A soft whisper of gratitude to the young boy as she looked down to hide her eyes. THE EMBARRASSMENT!
She was not a baby despite the tears.
With trembling hands, Etta accepted the water and took a sip. The water was refreshing and cool. She desperately wanted to thank the boy once more and heck, maybe even introduce herself but her mind and body were not on the same page. All the youngling could do was sit there in silence, and wipe her eyes with a napkin. THE EMBARRASSMENT!
As first impressions go, this was terrible. How’s she to make friends like this?!
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The train ride had been uneventful enough that Giselle had plaited the sides of her hair out of boredom by the time they’d arrived in Hogsmeade, and the hairstyle had survived the carriage ride up to the castle and beyond. Long enough that she’d begun to toy with the end of one of the braids as the Sorting had dragged on, seated at her usual spot at the table. The third year was proud to say she had a usual spot, even, but still, it really seemed like the proceedings were dragging on this year. She didn’t remember it taking this long last term, and she was hungry.
Come to think of it, she contemplated checking to see if she had a snack with her, considering she hadn’t tried to smuggle Mysaria into the feast again this year. Therefore, the cat wouldn’t have eaten anything if there was anything, but sadly she came up empty. There was a possibility Phoebe had something, but her sister hadn’t apparently arrived yet.
And Regulus had taken the ickle firstie girl under his wing, so she didn’t have to although she gave him a nod to acknowledge she’d seen it. Having a minion might’ve been nice, but maybe later. Besides, it seemed like they were gaining plenty of firsties this term. Some older kids too. There’d be all sorts of possibilities for minions. Or other qualifications.
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She could do this. Sure, she felt more than a little intimidated because she didn’t know anyone yet - but she did offer a rather shy smile to her housemates. Tucking her black hair behind the ears, she sat down daintily, hands on her lap. She couldn’t help but look wistfully at the ravenclaw table for a brief moment before her attention shifted towards the sorting.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Ary didn’t think it was possible to be this level of happiness but it was truly unlike anything he had experienced before. He couldn’t stop smiling. His closest friends were there with him, Aunty Hady was his Head of House… all was right in the world.
But sadly, not for some of those in his year. Ary non-judgmentally fixed Henrietta with a gaze that wasn’t too obvious. He wasn’t one for many words but he wanted to let her know that everything was going to be okay. He would have given her a reassuring pat on the shoulder had he been closer. Yet Ary didn’t need to worry about that. The nice older boy {Regulus} who had given him a smile and a nod seemed to be taking her under his wing. When the girl sat, Ary sent her a small smile; he certainly did not think she had anything to be embarrassed about.
The Sorting continued, the list moving slowly along the rest of the alphabet. Ary marvelled that there were so many in his year, and more than a few of them had gotten Sorted into Slytherin. As another from the ‘S’ batch {Natasha} joined the Table, Ary returned her smile {there seemed to be a lot of those going around today}. Oh yes, he did think he was off to a great start in terms of expanding his friends circle.
Also, not to worry, Bry, He wasn’t going to leave you behind.
Roman made eye contact with no one as he approached his new house table. There were quite a few first years newly sorted into his house, so he felt not as out of place. The older students seemed welcoming enough, but Roman chose to sit near someone closer to his age. Near a boy [Aryan] and a girl [Natasha]. He gave them a nod as he sat and glanced at the sorting hat area once more. Where would Charlie be sorted? He had spotted Kenneth and Phoebe earlier, too, and wondered where they'd be placed. He was desperately hoping for Slytherin for all three. Selfishly so, maybe.
Now that he could relax, he could take in some of the Great Hall. The floating candles above their heads twinkled softly, and the sky above them was magnificent magic, he assumed. It made him want to learn all the magic he could immediately. The smell of the impending feast was also magnificent, and Roman, who was hardly a foodie, felt his stomach rumbling at the thought. He had had one half of a cookie on the train ride, and that was it.
The happiness and noises of friends reunited around him lulled his anxiety a bit, and he hoped by this time next year, he would be happy and not nervous. At least he had cried on the train and not here, like that other first year. Roman averted his eyes from that.
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"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."
Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
Sophia rested her elbows on the table, tapping her fingers in absolutely no rhythm at all as name after name was called. She tried not to look too interested in all those Grimaldis getting sorted, focusing instead on her fingernails as they were sorted. Their presence certainly explained the amount of cameras on the train. She wondered if all those kids were nice at all, or whether they'd think they were better than everyone.
This was lasting forever. Sophia stretched her legs out under the table, then realized she was invading the other side's leg room. Well, her feet were already there, so she tapped Giselle's foot with her own to get her attention, before leaning forward across the table to whisper loudly enough for her dormmate (and anyone seated nearby) to hear.
"I think we're getting all the good first years," she whispered. Not necessarily meaning there was anything wrong with the eleven-year-olds sorted into other houses. But she hadn't gotten a good look at the others, and those who were joining their table seemed especially promising. Some of them looked very confident, and even the girl who'd started before she got all the way to the table looked kind and competent.
Although Rowan didn't mind which house she was sorted into, her mother's reaction to this news was a concern. Some of the traits were a little shady, admittedly. Shrewd, ambitious, resourceful – not necessarily negative on their own, but they depicted a ruthless individual when combined. The hat had said it itself that Rowan had tunnel vision to achieve her goals, which was true indeed, and it had almost seemed like a criticism. But perhaps she was overthinking things while emotions were riding high. Her way of looking at life in general was one of logic. If something would be a benefit in the long run, then small sacrifices—minor collateral damage-was acceptable.
Such instances in Rowan's short life had been insignificant thus far, and the damage done had healed quickly and relationships restored. But how would that work outside of her loving circle? The hat had certainly given her sustenance for quiet contemplation.
But that was for a later date. Right now it was time to become acquainted with her new house, Her eyes swept across the table searching for a place to sit. She noted a lot of the first years who had been waiting to be sorted alongside her had joined the ranks of green.
“Hello, hi.” She greeted courteously with small understated waves to the younger students (Aryan, Natasha, Roman), inwardly reflecting how her non-magical brother would feel in their position—his absolute bewilderment at the station before the train left for Hogwarts—She would want to comfort the boy and take away all his fears.
She was pleased to see that a boy (Regulus) was busy doing just that and comforting a young and emotional girl (Etta), and she found that a very sweet gesture. She nodded and offered a gentle smile to both.
She settled next to a girl who looked close to her age (Sophia), and diagnolly opposite another (Giselle), hearing the tailend of what the former was saying. She wasn't sure what constituted being the best when you were eleven years old, but didn't make any comment. “Hey, I hope you don't mind if I sit here?” Although formed as a question she had already taken her place there. She crossed her legs under the table, her hand clasped tightly together in her lap out of sight to hide any anxiety she was feeling about meeting all these new people.
Deciding that it was best, still, to not bring attention to the first year's - or he assumed she was a first year, at least - moment of whatever-it-was, and definitely not her tears, Regulus just said, "No problem." He might have just smiled and nodded, but she wasn't looking at him by that point.
After another pause, though, he spoke again. "I'm Regulus." He looked around the table at those sat nearby, noticing he as he did who had noticed what he was doing. He returned Giselle's nod, and smiled back at the newly sorted older student, Rowan Fairfax. Mostly he noted that a large clutch of new students were in the immediate vicinity. So the introductions could conceivably benefit everyone.
He pointed the other two third years out. "And this is Giselle. And Sophia." The rest, of course, were new students. Regulus did know their names, just as he'd made note of the girl's name before she had been declared a Slytherin, having watched the Sorting carefully in an attempt to commit every name to memory. But the lesson had been drilled into him over the years, by one parent, and then the other, not to flaunt what he knew or took notice of. There was no chance that it wouldn't stick.
So he said the obvious, innocuous thing. "Welcome to Slytherin." A sentiment for them all.
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Ravenclaw
First Year
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The twirling and bouncing that had started when she removed the sorting hat from her head continued all the way to the Slytherin table. Bright blue eyes somehow had found an all to familiar face, one she had grown up with since before she was even a year old. This was who she aimed for as she got closer and closer to the table.
"Aryan! I did it, I did it! We're in the same house!" Bryony squealed in pure delight, practically flinging her small self at Aryan and squishing him in the typical Bryony type fashion. Even as she plopped herself down on the bench at his side she still hugged one of his arms in an attempt to calm herself down, her legs still swinging back and forth gently beneath the table.
"Hi everyone! Bry smiled widely at all the Slytherin's sat at the table. This was so EXCITING!!!
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Henrietta took several deep breaths in between the large sips of water. Her breathing leveled and she looked up as the young boy, [Regulus], introduced himself. ”Nice to meet you, Regulus.” She gratefully nodded. ”I’m Henrietta.” Alas she felt courageous enough to kindly smile at Regulus.
Etta’s attention then shifted to the young girls brought to her attention by Regulus. Shyly, the youngling bowed her head, ”hello, I’m Henrietta.” She introduced herself to [Giselle] and [Sophia].
At welcoming to Slytherin Henrietta smiled at Regulus once again, albeit shyly but the sentiment did feel quite comforting and safe.
The tightness in her chest subsided. The size of the hall went back to its normal size and the loudness in Etta’s ears reduced to the normalcy of her surroundings. The tears seemed to have stopped and her line of vision wasn’t a blur anymore.
Good. Good. Good.
Now stable, Etta took notice of the housemates around her. Etta took note of the kind gestures coming from another youngling.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Etta took a deep breath and shyly returned [Aryan’s] smile,. Heck, she even sent him a small bashful wave.
Yes. Yes. Yes. Good job Etta.
Wringing her hands and nervously tapping her foot, she couldn’t escape the anxiety but was doing her best to keep it together. After another large sip of water she noticed another housemate, [Rowan], smile at her.
Smile. Smile. Smile.
Henrietta smiled shyly at [Rowan] and sent a bashful wave in her kind housemate’s direction also.
Interacting with no one Sloane? Sounds about right *sigh*
After the sorting, it took Sloane a little while to raise her head up from the cold, hard table. Her arms had slowly creeped down from around themselves towards the table, followed by the opening of her eyes, not that anyone would have seen this last part of course. With her dirty blonde hair acting as a curtain around her face, the rest of the table would only have seen a wall of hair. In truth, she would have kept her head down for the majority of the time she was forced to remain there if it weren’t for the speech by the headmaster and the sudden cornucopia of food that had appeared out of thin air.
Sloane missed the rest of the sorting, although she didn’t much care for that in the first place anyway. She simply wanted to go to wherever it was that they went from here and to be alone. She needed time to think and she certainly couldn’t do it here.
Unaware of what was really going on around her, Sloane raised her head slowly and pulled her hair back out of her face. Pulling an old, worn bobble from her wrist underneath the sleeves of her robes she tied it up in a bun and looked around sheepishly. She was trying her best not to look too embarrassed as she pulled her plate and cutlery towards herself but she wasn’t sure if she actually managed it. Usually so calm and uncaring, there was something about being paraded in front of a school hall filled with hundreds of her unknown peers that just somehow managed to infect her confidence to the point where she physically had to hold herself together. The plate and cutlery had been I her way so she’d pushed them away, although this was more in anger if she was really being honest with herself, something that she refused to do at this time.
Looking around properly for the first time, Sloane could make out several faces of children that were in the large group of first years that had been sorted, although she didn’t offer any sign that she recognised them. Unsure of what to make of that, she simply listened, taking as much in as possible as she tried to make up her mind on what she thought about being sorted into Slytherin. Everyone seemed friendly enough, although that wasn’t really a relief for this first year. She’d had enough experience with people to know that someone could say one thing and do another. Various people introduced themselves and welcomed other. Some exclaimed at being placed in the same houses as their friends and others sat with red eyes, possibly from crying? Sloane couldn’t be sure, although she was relieved that her eyes weren’t red from crying.
Instead of focusing on this, she simply turned her attention to finding her brothers. She was sure at least one of them was in Slytherin, which was, after all, the only thing she’d wished for when being sorted. Unable to find any of them however, her resigned herself to the vast variety of food that had appeared and began spooning several different dishes onto her own plate to eat.
Sophia smiled brightly at the non-first year (Rowan) who'd just been sorted into Slytherin. She looked to be about her same age, maybe a few months off. "Please, sit!" she said, blithely ignorant that the other girl had heard her whispering to Giselle. "I'm Sophia," she said, even though Regulus had sort of already introduced all the older students to the new students already.
The other new students each got a smile and a wave as they got settled.
As she started filling her plate, she noticed another of the first years (Sloane) looking a little...lost? Uncomfortable, at least. She tried offering the younger student an encouraging smile. She would have said something, but the girl looked like she just wanted to eat her dinner in silence and go to bed. Which was not something Sophia had ever cared for, but over the last few years she'd noticed the sorting ordeal was more exhausting for some than others. She wasn't going to force the girl to talk.
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Making her way down from the staff dias, Hady made a beeline directly for the table of green and silver. A hand smoothed down her robes as she walked and a warm friendly smile was present on her face as per usual for her. She wanted to make herself known to all the students, should they happen to need anything.
"Good evening everyone. Welcome back to Slytherin and to all our new sorties tonight, congratulations. Most of you already know who I am but for those of you who don't, my name is Professor Paton and I teach Care of Magical Creatures. I'm also going to be your Head of House this year, so if you need any help with anything feel free to come speak with me." Hadleigh introduced herself as she stood near the center of the table so she could be seen and heard.
Her eyes lingered over several familiar faces and new ones. Taking note of some that appeared to look a little down right now, she would keep an eye on that in case they needed to have a little chat at some point in the near future to make sure all was well.
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~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Bry’s sorting was a form of entertainment for him. Then again, anything involving Bry was entertaining to him since she always kept him on his toes. He noticed that her calmness began to wane and was not at all surprised. Whenever he was near her, she channelled his calmness. Regardless, he kept his eyes on her at all times, watching her seemingly having a heated talk with the Hat once it was on her head and covering a good part of her face. Ary has a shrewd suspicion he knew what that conversation was all about but he would confirm it when… when she joined the Slytherin table. Oof. He was not at all surprised when she threw herself at him and clung to him. “Hi. I see that we are,’’ Ary said, grinning and patting her hand. “I’m glad.” Funny how the Universe worked. They had been best friends since they were babies and rarely were out of each other’s company. Now they got to have their Hogwarts adventures together too. “Nova and Melody will be too. Also, were you threatening the Hat to Sort you here?”
A wave too? Henrietta got one back. “Aryan here,’’ he told her. Forgive him. He wasn’t much of a talker but his friendliness sure made up for it! Ary wasn’t sure if he was relieved or apprehensive about seeing so many Slytherin first years. The pressure was already on in regard to get to know the older Snakes to some degree; now there were more firsties than he had anticipated. Then again, Ary didn’t have to rush to make friends. But he was off to a good start, truthfully. Roman got a lighthearted smile. There would be time for the two to familiarise themselves with each other - they were going to be dorm mates, after all.
This girl’s name was Rowan, was it not? Ary’s gaze flickered to Roman. The similarities with the names meant would it would be easy for mix ups between the two individuals to happen. “Hi,’’ he greeted, smiling at her as well. She would be Bry’s dorm mate. Obviously.
Ary’s eyes lit up when he saw Aunty Hady approaching the table. Of course, the eleven year old knew better than to call her that around other students; after all, that wasn’t very ‘professional’. Something he was over the moon about? That she was his Head of House. Aryan gave her a smile, already knowing every word she said was true. If there was one adult he’d be comfortable here at Hogwarts with, it was his dad’s good friend.
Eating in silence, Sloane simply watched the others talk as she eat, each forkful of food improving her mood ever so slightly, but not enough to actually talk to anyone unless addressed directly. She wasn’t that rude, simply anti-social. As another forkful of food entered her mouth, she caught sight of an older girl (Sophia) looking at her, even offering a smile of sorts. Did she expect a smile back perhaps? Or for Sloane to introduce herself? Either way, neither of those things were going to happen. Instead, Sloane simply made an awkward amount of eye contact as she took another bite of her food and nodded, hoping this would appease the older girl.
There. I recognised your smile and raised you a friendly nod.
Always observant, it didn’t take her long to notice that one of the teachers who was sitting at the front of the hall had decided to take a gander along the Slytherin table, although the reason why was abundantly clear once she started talking. This caused her to stop eating briefly so that she could pay slightly more attention, and for the most part, it wasn’t a waste of time. Sloane made a note of the name and the class that she taught and for the briefest of moments, was almost interested. Magical creatures, or just creatures in general, did interest her, if only because she enjoyed their lack of ability to talk. Her attention didn’t stay on the head of house for long however. She soon turned her attention back to her food. As far back as she could remember, she’d never seen so much food in one place, to the point where it almost seemed too much! How was it that they had so much food here and yet, they had had so little back home growing up? It didn’t seem fair. That hadn’t stopped her from finishing her first plate of food and grabbing for seconds, which was a first. Skewering a roast potato on her fork, she shoved it into her mouth and continued to eye the other children around her.
The events of the night were unfolding in both surprising and unsurprising ways. There were more tears than he had expected, and Charlie had annoyingly been placed in Gryffindor. But the general fervor surrounding him, the excitement of friends reuniting, and the anticipation of all the new first years joining each house (he had even overheard someone say Slytherin got all the GOOD first years this year, which made him puff up his chest a bit in pride) made Roman feel akin to this place already. His parents had walked these halls, his half-siblings from his mother, and Victoria had, too. It was nice to be somewhere where family had strode.
No one spoke to him outright, and Roman was much too shy to join any conversations, so he sipped his pumpkin juice as he took everything in. They certainly had a lot of first years sorted alongside himself into his house, and he made note of them all joining the table. There was a transfer student [Rowan], it seemed, because she was older, and Roman merely nodded his head at her in return. He overheard an older boy comforting the sad girl, Regular, introduce himself and two others, Giselle and Sophia.
There was a Bryony Paton, which was quite a name in Roman's opinion, who was his fellow first year. She seemed cheerful. Did anyone remind him of Regina yet? Not even close. No one was quite like her. It also made Roman wonder if he would call people by nicknames. He supposed he should call people by names they wanted to be called, lest he offend people. Then there was Henrietta Han, who had been sorted shortly after himself.
Sloane Knott, another newly minted first year, was quiet, and Roman wanted to talk to her. However, his shyness overtook him. So he said nothing.
The feast began, food appeared, and their head of house, Professor Paton (was she related to Bryony?) introduced herself. Roman wasted no time pulling some food towards him to eat. It would be nice to eat without his twin reminding him to be healthy constantly. He could eat without guilt.
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Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
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However bored she felt, Giselle had been paying attention to at least some of the sortees. Namely the Grimaldis and anyone who had been placed in Slytherin. Including a few she was rather familiar with, like the littlest Paton and, by connection, Aryan. It just wasn’t really entertaining enough for her to particularly bother with focusing on it instead of the vaguely nagging hunger and the braid that was beginning to look a bit unkempt from her idle toying.
“Of course we are”, she replied as Sophia had leaned over to whisper at her. The good ickles as well as a few older ones, as she acknowledged Rowan joining them with a smile. Her hair reminded her of mum’s.
“We don’t mind at all”, she added, as Sophia urged the transfer girl to sit down. “I’m Giselle.” Even though Regulus had already introduced both herself and her dormmate to the other firstie, to which she had acknowledged as well, that was no reason not to be polite. Every action could be useful, and if she was lucky maybe she could charm her way into the Slytherin Grimaldis’ graces. As well as Rowan’s and anyone else that might be worth spending her time on. Probably not the ickle Grimaldi who’d gotten Gryffindor into trouble already though.
Plus, apparently Aunt Hady had switched over to being their head of house, which was interesting. Not surprising, though, since she knew it had been the professor’s house when she’d been at Hogwarts. Like Mum and Dad.
Plus, the feast had finally begun. She’d barely realized the Sorting had finally concluded and the headmaster had made his speech. Minus the part where she sort of recognized the new Potions professor too. Hmm. Something to think about later. First, though, she reached over to serve herself some food like the ickle blonde firstie Sophia had acknowledged earlier (Sloane). The quiet ones were always something to keep an eye on.
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♥♥♥♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees
...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥♥♥
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