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

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.]

[shnpc]

Tomoe, Hotaru!

[glaives]

[With slow, almost stiff steps, Hotaru makes her way up to the stool, taking care as she sits. The last thing she needs it to snap something so soon after all. Once she's sitting she stays perfectly still, eyes squeezed shut as she waits]

[remembertheroses]

[It's the name that catches Ib's attention. Hotaru Tomoe, the girl from the journal! Immediately Ib ceased whatever she was doing to wave from her seat, hoping that Hotaru would notice her. Hotaru's nervousness was nearly identical to the jumble of feelings Ib had gone through during her own Sorting, and she wanted to make sure Hotaru knew that everything was going to be ok.]

[glaives]

[It isn't till Hotaru comes to her seat, the shout of Hufflepuff still ringing in her ears. Quietly she tries to find a seat, smiling shakily at the enthusiasm of older housemates before sliding carefully into a spot next to Ib. Not recognising the girl she simply nods, giving her a shy smile]

[remembertheroses]

[Oh, she didn't recognize her? Ib's own enthusiasm fades, and she starts to retreat back into her shell. Still, she returns Hotaru's smile with a shy smile of her own.]

C-congratulations Hotaru.

[glaives]

[It's a lot different when you meet someone who you were only writing to face to face, and Hotaru hadn't been paying full attention to those sorted before her. But still she smiles politely, wanting to make a friend]

Thank you. I.... I'm afraid I don't think I know your name.

[remembertheroses]

I'm Ib Amano. It's nice to meet you.

[glaives]

Oh! Ib! [Hotaru flushes, looking embarrassed that she didn't realise.] I'm sorry, it is quite different talking to someone in person, I didn't realise it was you. Forgive me?

[remembertheroses]

Ah, it is not your fault! I should have introduced myself properly to you first. Will you please accept my apology instead?

[glaives]

Ah it's fine! [Wow they will forever be the most polite] There is nothing for you to apologise for, Ib. But I'm still sorry I didn't realise... I wasn't paying much attention before they called me name, I must have missed you.