School Year Starting Logs: Train + Feast/Sorting!

[shnpc]

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!

Comments

[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.]

[givesyouaboner]

<sub>[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.]</sub>