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School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

WHO: Everyone!
TONE: Anything!
RATING: PG through PG-13
WHEN: The day of September 2nd for the train, and at night for the feast!
WHERE: Hogwarts Express/Platform 9 3/4 and The Great Hall
WHAT: Gotta get back to Hogwarts! Back to witches and wizards and magical feasts! Students and teachers are finally heading back to school on the Hogwarts express, and with the new school year means sorting for the first years!
STATUS: Ongoing!
NOTE: There is a thread for the Train back to Hogwarts, and the Feast, with a subthread for the Sorting! First years can comment to be sorted, and everyone else can greet their new house mates/students!

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_{[THIS KID IS NERVOUS AS HELL.]}

[Thumbs up from the Gryffindor table, kid! YOU CAN DO IT!]

_{[He grins. THIS IS REASSURING.]}

[DON'T BE NERVOUS, KIDDO, because hippie teacher/babysitter is giving you a big old grin from the teacher's table.]

_{[WAHHH. THIS IS JUST AN IMPORTANT EVENT THOUGH WHAT IF HE MESSES UP.]}

[Bro's at the staff table. It's not a position he's used to being at. He never really had the opportunity back when he first got hired, because he had to go home shortly after to take care of Dirk. He's pretty excited.

But at the moment he isn't even thinking about that. At all. His eyes are focused on Dirk, standing amongst the first years waiting to be sorted. Dirk hasn't even been sorted yet, and he can't even contain the pride he feels simply for Dirk being here. It feels like it's been such a long and difficult road. It feels like so long ago that he found out Dirk was going to Hogwarts, and... God, he's just so damn happy that it's finally a thing. Despite all of the shit they've gone through, he feels like maybe things could finally be looking up now that it's here. Of course there's a part of him that knows that none of the battles are over, but.

At least there's the calm before the real storm.

But despite how happy he feels at the moment, he can tell that Dirk is nervous. He knew he was nervous before they even left for school. But now... he looks a lot more nervous. It reminds him exactly how he was when he was waiting to be sorted. It takes him a few minutes, but he gets an idea. Being a ventriloquist, he's pretty damn good at throwing his voice. The hall is loud and Dirk is far away, but he's pretty sure that with a little bit of nonverbal magic, he can get Dirk to hear him.

He takes a deep breath, does a little magic, and when he whispers, it's like his voice is right next to Dirk's ear.]

It'll be okay. No matter what, I've never been more proud than I am right now.

[When he's finished, he slowly slides his shades off and gives Dirk a smile. He hopes that even from the distance, he'll be able to see at least a small glimmer of the pride shining in them.]

_{[Just saying he's a little nervous doesn't really cut it. He knows he can't even do this wrong, but he feels all this pressure on him that isn't even there. He just wants to do this right. Doing this right will be ending up in Gryffindor. Because that's what his uncle was. That's what Dave is. He's been focused on following this and being like his family that he isn't sure what he feels about the idea of possibly ending up in one of the three other houses.

It's a bit nerve-wracking because it's like a test that he has no way to prepare for. The most he can do is ask for the Hat to sort him into this house. But that's when it's his turn. And he's an S and that's so far away. Why wasn't he born Dirk H. Aardvark? It'd be so much easier.

But then he hears his uncle's words. It's one of those moments where he forgot that magic is even a thing, so he's looking around him for Bro before he even thinks to look at the staff table. He's too nervous to even return that smile with little more than a lip twitch.

In the very least, he visibly relaxes some.]}

[After a long while, the Ss finally have arrive.]

Strider, Dirk!

_{[OH MY GOD IT'S TIME. He bites the inside of his cheek, then glances at the tables his friends got sorted to. Looks to the Gryffindor table, trying to find Dave in the crowd. Gives his uncle another glance at the staff table. Are they watching? They better be.

And finally. He steps forward and sits in the chair.]}

[The hat immediately begins.]

Strider! Another one. Oh yes... I remember very well. After all, it wasn't long ago that I sorted one just like you...

Ah, but I can already see so many differences...

_{[Dave is way cooler, for one.

But he doesn't dare say that out loud. What is he even supposed to say? Can the hat read his mind? This is just a tad more stressful than it even should be.]}

The differences aren't really that important.

A contradicting statement. And a wrong one. The differences change everything. Oh, but this is familiar to me. Very familiar...

And difficult. Oh yes. Just like one other that was very similar to you...

You're brave, there's no denying that. But intelligent... Yes, very intelligent indeed.

Hmmm...

[The hat trails off, sounding vaguely... amused?]

_{[He's quiet for a moment, trying to analyse what the hat is saying, but then it occurs to him he should save that for later. What's more important is expressing his own desires.]}

I want to be in Gryffindor.

Striders and their predictability...

[It's a whisper, meant only for Dirk. It sounds just as amused as before.]

Are you sure? Ravenclaw will help you, nurture that intelligence and not let it go to waste. And then there's Hufflepuff... Oh, you're very loyal to your friends. And hard working. You would make a decent 'puff, if I do say so myself.

But as I said, I am very familiar with this argument, despite the fact it's been slightly different each time.

I just wonder... Hm... Yes, perhaps this time could be different.

[Trailing off again, sounding thoughtful.]

But you could argue that for any house. Based on what I've read, I could make a decent Slytherin as well. But wouldn't I truly excel in a house I want to be in? And that's Gryffindor. That's where I want to be.

I disagree. You would do well in a different house. It would test you in a lot of different ways.

Ah, but you're truly set in your ways...

Well, before I make my decision, have some advice from the one who knows you best.

Following in the shadows of others will never lead you to true happiness. Breaking away and finding your true self is the real test.

Gryffindor!

_{[That's definitely some food for thought, but Dirk decides he's not going to worry about that too much at the moment. He's eleven and has a one track mind right now. He got into Gryffindor, just like his family.

That's what matters!

He hops out of the chair and steps down, making his way toward the Gryffindor table.]}

WHOOOOOOO! That's my besty! [In her excitement over the sorting, Roxy has thrown a cheese bun in Dirk's direction.

Oops.]

_{[It's just by luck that's he's able to catch it. THAT ALMOST HIT HIS HEAD, YOU. but hey, now he has a snack while going to find a place to sit.]}

[Despite the fact that Bro would have been proud of him no matter what, the fact that Dirk made it to Gryffindor practically makes him explode.]

FUCK YEAH, I KNEW IT! THAT'S MY BOY!

[He may or may not have been the loudest voice in the entire great hall. Also he fistpumped so hard that it created a sonic boom and killed God.]

_{[dfkjhdfkjghsfdkjhsdfbafdlj UNCLE DIRK YOU ARE A FLAWLESS PERSON. sob that made Dirk's little kokoro burst in jubilation because his uncle is proud of him]}

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[Whoops, sorry Dirk, were you looking for a specific place to sit? Too bad, Jake's sort of leaping from his seat and throwing his arms around your neck and giving you a noogie and wow he's sort of retardedly overexcited right now.]

Look a' that!! We're in the same house, Strider!

[His accent is like six ways to weird rn.]

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PS I didn't get a notif for this tag sob.

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shoosh paps

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♦!

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[Loki is sad they cannot be in the same house, but he cheers loudly from the Slytherin table all the same.]

Hey, what do you know? Congratulations!

[Dave has been watching the proceedings with a barely-held-together pokerface behind his ever-present shades. His heart is pounding like a jackhammer.

But when the hat makes its announcement, all the coolness fades away and Dave is up and on his feet, jumping into the air like he's part of the cast of High School Musical, and cheering so loud his voice cracks stupidly.]

FUCK yeah!