School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

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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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Feast Thread

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Sorting!

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[givesyouaboner]

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

[moveslikejaeger]

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

[accioleggings]

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

[plushaeusrumpified]

[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.]

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


Strider, Dirk!

[thesmallesttrickster]

[He's trying to pretend he's not nervous, but he kinda is. Really, really deep down]

[brothor]

[WAAAAAAVING from the Gryffindor table.]

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[Next up is...]

Laufeyson, Loki!

[rule_britannia]

[And here's a wave from Arthur. He's just going to watch, already having a good idea where the kid will end up]

[nomorals]

Welcome to Slytherin, kid.

[seeringlight]

Another one for Slytherin. I'm sure you will not disappoint if you're in this house. I look forward in what you can do.

[Because Slytherins are awesome ok.]

[bev_rage]

[She's been waiting for this for eleven years, hurry up and get to the Ls.]

[shnpc]

[Finally to the Ls.

The Professor in charge of the sorting looks at her list before calling out,]

Lalonde, Roxy!

[ficklefuckwit]

[Oh man. Jake is pretty sure he's gonna have to launder his robes like. Immediately following this ceremony because he's like a sweating nervous mess. What if he doesn't know anything about himself and he gets sorted into Slytherin? Aren't the bad witches and wizards always in Slytherin? He's not a bad guy!! What if something goes wrong and they find out they done goofed and he's not a wizard at all? Oh man.]

[Basically Jake looks sort of like he might pass out before he gets sorted. Whoops.]

[shnpc]

[Please don't soil yourself in the Great Hall. It would ruin everyone's appetite.

But luckily for you the Es have arrived!]

English, Jake!

[remembertheroses]

[Oh, this is rather scary. She couldn't help but tremble slightly as everyone started being sorted. What house was she going to end up in? Would it be a good one? And everyone was looking at her. She felt like melting into the floor beneath her, unused to all the attention.]

[shnpc]

[There might be more eyes on her in a second, because it doesn't take long to get through the As.]

Amano, Ib!


[ooc note: We're not sure if she would be Eve or Ib on the official register, but if it's meant to be Eve, you can just assume that's what was said instead.]

Fuq u jamsey sort me

[glaives]

[Hotaru had known for most of her life that she would one day end up here, the hallowed halls of Hogwarts. Magic was in her blood, and there had been little doubt in that since the accident that took her mother's life. Had she been born a squib she would be dead by now, magic needed in helping her mangled, twisted body move and function. Her father was a clever man yes, but sometimes Hotaru couldn't help but wish she had been a squib. A wish she always squashed with a vengeance whenever it formed in her mind. Her father had meant the best, and to still have a life, even with her conditions, was something she be glad of and cherish.

To actually be here, in the Great Hall, with it's floating candles that cast their light on the mass of students, divided by their houses was something different though. It was intimidating, terrifying even and the reminder that her father was not here, that no one was here to help her if she had an attack or something broke didn't help. And there was so many students, and she would be around them ever day, all the time. The thought of them discovering her secret, why she was so weak and wore out quickly, of why she was always clothed from head to toe was sickening. She couldn't stand another round of whispers and rumours, cruel glances and mocking words.

Turning her thoughts away from her fears Hotaru watched the line of first years slowly grow shorter, a teacher she did not yet know calling them up to put on they hat. The Sorting Hat, she recalled from her readings, a hat that would talk to you, muse over your qualities both good and bad and put you in a place that you would stay for seven years. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as student after student stepped up.]

[gloriousandfree]

[Even with the news that the Tower was under repair, Madeline was still happy to be here. Of course, sleeping in the Slytherin's...dungeon was going to be different...but.

She looks up and down the length of the Ravenclaw table for any new faces or familiar older ones.]

[jeet]

[How about a most upset face from one a year below her?]

Oh... With the Slytherins...

[dormitus]

Maddie-Maddie-Maddie-Maddie--

[Jade's practically bouncing in her chair.]

Oh my god--we're sharing with the Slytherins! That's going to be soooo fun, I've always wanted to have a sleepover with Rose!

[tomatatas]

[In her simply black robe, with just the smallest touches of green (a fondness for her house and it's colours remained after graduation) Chiara blends in easily with some of the students, both her youthful face and her height (5'3" in heels!) not helping the matter.

For the meantime she's lingering at the back of the hall, keeping an eye on her siblings as she tries to decide if she wants to even sit at the teacher's table with those loons.

So. Feel free to confuse her for a student!]

[clockspinner]

[OMNOMNOM FOOD. After dining on a fairly consistent diet of pizza, Chinese, and kebabs for the past three months, it's actually kind of nice to return to being fed like they're fattening him up to be eaten.

So he's gonna stuff his face like the classy gentleman he is.]