Kai Baxter
Pukwudgie
We're all delinquent kids.
Posts: 147
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Post by Kai Baxter on Jul 20, 2018 21:20:01 GMT -8
Kai ran their hand through their hair, still enjoying the feeling. Fortunately, one of the staff at the home had agreed to take them to get their hair cut because otherwise they would have gone at it with a pair of scissors themselves and been left with a much less attractive result. The hairdresser had even managed to understand the what Kai wanted was to not look like a girl without them having to say so many words. The style had, in fact, gotten them mistaken for a boy already and that was something that, they now found, made them feel good about themselves. This feeling, however, was in stark contrast to what was evoked by the skirt they were now forced to wear. The symbol of femininity made them terribly uncomfortable and they tried to stand with their robes around them so it was less obvious. They wondered if any of the other girls felt this way when they had to put the uniform on.
With all of these thoughts running through their head, they were hardly paying attention to the sorting ceremony. Their own sorting had been a nerve-wracking affair. A part of them had been convinced that none of the statues would choose them, that they would simply be sent away, like they had been so many times. A mistake. However, the Pukwudgie had raised its bow and arrow to claim them, the simple movement finally easing some of their fears. Now though, they watched with little interest as the younger students below went through the same ordeal.
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Post by Atticus Denton on Jul 26, 2018 21:58:02 GMT -8
Tick stood with the other Horned Serpents, leaned forward over the railing taking as much in as he could, the muffled conversations of the fellow students picked up, as if they were standing next to him, in the little speakers that played in his head, but he wasn't concerned with what his fellow classmates were talking about, in fact he was beginning to get a headache. He didn't care if he looked interested or not. He was interested, just not interested in who was placed in what house. Tick was people watching, catching the occasional person's eye to see if he could get a read on any of them. Most of the first years radiated fear, that much was obvious. He clapped and cheered when members of his house were chosen, but like many others, he could tell, didn't have their hearts in it.
As he continued to stare around the room, his headache continued to get worse, the static in his ear was becoming unbearable. Subtly he reached up and pulled out the blasted pieces of electronics and magic he kept in his ears, turned them off and tucked them in his back pocket. Out of sight out of mind, plus he had gotten used to watching life play out on mute. As soon as his hearing aids were out, he could feel his headache begin to go away.
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Bastian O'Brien
Teacher
Posts: 718
Grade: N/A
Age: 29
Relationship Status: Dating
Dating: Athena Graves
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Post by Bastian O'Brien on Aug 3, 2018 16:35:30 GMT -8
As a teacher, Bastian wasn't required to attend the sorting ceremony, but he did anyway. Having been a Wampus, he clapped a little harder whenever a student was sorted into that house. He had promised the Headmaster that he would be fair in the doling out of points in his class, but that didn't stop him from joining in with the cheers with a shrill whistle here and there.
He was excited to take over the post from Professor Grislebrand, who he felt he owed so much to his own success. If he hadn't given him a letter of recommendation, he wasn't sure he'd be standing here today. The knowledge he had gathered, he hoped to pass on to the next generation and hopefully inspire some of them to travel and see the magical beasts that they would be talking about in class, as he had done.
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Athena Graves
Teacher
Mindf***edâ„¢
Posts: 746
Grade: Alumna
Age: 27
Relationship Status: Dating
Dating: Bastian O'Brien
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Post by Athena Graves on Aug 3, 2018 20:17:41 GMT -8
Being back at Ilvermorny after so many years felt strange to Athena. So much had changed, but so much was the same. If she hadn't been required to take specific courses to become the Dueling and Defense teacher, she'd have been there four years earlier. Not being there for Lucco the last few years really ate away at her, and missing his sorting was the sad icing on the sad cake. How fortunate that the former Dueling teacher stepped down soon after she sent in her resume, but unfortunate for him that her dear ol' daddy found dirt on the guy. Christian Nalaar. The name sounded foreign. Perhaps he was smuggling something illicit. She smirked to herself, then took a look around at all the young people. There was Lucco, sitting with his housemates. Her own house had been Thunderbird.
Athena didn't have to attend the sorting, but how else was she going to keep an eye on her baby brother? Her attention turned to the kids getting sorted. She didn't cheer for any of them. Teachers shouldn't show favoritism. Her eyes swept the crowd again as she wondered if she attended school with any of their parents.
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Post by Lucco Graves on Aug 5, 2018 13:51:37 GMT -8
Lucco stood on the edge of a group of guys, all representing their house. Every time the Wampas roared, claiming another member, the group of guys tried to roar just as loudly in response. Probably a bit obnoxious but who could blame them for a little house pride? And if it scared the first years, being welcomed into a rowdy family in the proper way, then maybe they belonged somewhere else.
It had taken Lucco a while to accept that this was his house. He had been the only stall in his family, having been chosen by both the Wampas cat and Horned Serpent. It had only taken him seconds at the time to go with the Wampas, clearly remembering that both the asshole formerly known as his father and his okay sister Celestria had been members of Horned Serpent. While Zeph (who's fraternity Lucco still denied, believing his supposed brother was really the offspring of a feral pig and a rock), had been a Wampas, maybe that would give Lucco the edge he needed to be tough enough to survive in a world full of men just like Zeph.
As another student was claimed and sent off to the wand tables, he fought the urge to seek out Athena in the crowd. This was her first year of teaching...it was a big deal for her, he knew. After graduating from Ilvermorny, she had stayed home with him, keeping him from having to be sent away to boarding school again. She had been his mother for most of his life, taking on the job full time. She had protected him from Julius and Zeph with such passion, it had made him wonder more than once if she really HAD been his mother - a pregnant teenager who turned over her child to her parents to protect the image of her father, the Senator.
When Lucco had cut most of his ties with their family, she had supported the decision. And thus, even though it was going to make going back to school a little weird, knowing that she was going to be there keeping an eye on him, he was going to support her in almost any way that he could. Another student was chosen for his house and the boys roared in response, Lucco pulled out of his thoughts, returning his focus to the event nearing it's end.
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Post by Ailee McDanna on Aug 11, 2018 21:28:25 GMT -8
In her youth, Professor Ailee McDanna had often wondered if her own teachers were bored to tears by the Sorting Hat Ceremony. So many had been there long enough to have taught her own mother and were still there today. Could it not be dull to wait and wait and wait while child after child were sent into one of four houses. Those in certain families usually all going to the same one.
Now that she had stood on this upper balcony, watching new students of Ilvermorny be sorted in a way completely different than her own, she still could not guess what her own teachers had thought but she could answer with absolute certainty, no - watching this year after year was still as fascinating as the first time. And not just because there was no nearly-silent hat. IT was fascinating, watching the statues come to life and claim their students. Their fellow housemates were as enthusiastic as any Gryffindor, many taking the first years under their wings more willingly than a Hufflepuff so that often, a first year had more help than they knew what to do with. The only thing that had been really befuddling to Ailee was the lack of division between houses.
The last year at her own school had made things seem looser but there was still expectations as well as character-driven natural divides caused by interests and prejudices. Here, it seemed for only two days, these students even had to remember their household loyalties. It was baffling in some ways but freeing in quite a few others.
As another student stepped forward, she leaned towards the Choir teacher, Hope Nightingale (one of the few professors that she actually conversed with regularly). "I cannot honestly imagine a better way to start a year. Just look how happy they are...and tiny. I cannot imagine being so tiny - what our own teachers must have thought of us, aye?" She breathed a sigh of relief as she ran her words through the filter. Ailee had spent a good long while during her shop assistance days in the attempt to assimilate, lose the Scottish burr that had confused so many customers. She was to the point where most people would honestly believe she was American - until a single inflection or wrong word worked it's way in to give her away again.
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Post by Hope Nightingale on Aug 11, 2018 21:37:15 GMT -8
Hope turned and looked at Ailee, giving her a warm smile. She always did her best to make people feel welcome and Ailee was a joy to talk to on most occasions. She leaned toward her and spoke quietly. "So many years removed, I don't remember being so small either," she said in agreement. "But the excitement never changes from year to year."
She had heard that an old hat sorted those at Hogwarts into their own four houses. In comparison, she felt like Ilvermorny had the edge there. "Looking forward to your classes this year?" she asked, a tad nervous herself since she would be teaching two classes this year herself.
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Post by Ailee McDanna on Aug 11, 2018 22:06:19 GMT -8
"Absolutely. I have a fresh batch of cauldron cakes cooling for the first years...6th graders, I mean. All of them harmless, of course. Thought I should ease them in - save the surprise until they are a few years in. But still, they seemed a fitting treat to introduce them to Potions class. As for the Sophomores..." A wicked grin twisted her face, the scar over her left eye giving her otherwise innocent face an almost evil appearance, "Well, it shall be an experience I am sure they will remember.
Her face calmed as she asked, "And you? Now that you are adding another class to your roster, I am sure that plans have been altered a bit. I cannot imagine teaching that class and whomever does must be very brave." Sex-ed...that was something Ailee actually couldn't imagine. But then, she had never really had any experience in the topic so her teaching it would have been a little awkward. Still, if anyone could carry the class was grace and a cool head and mature tone, it was definitely Hope.
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Post by Hope Nightingale on Aug 11, 2018 22:11:21 GMT -8
"A little nervous to be honest," she replied, letting her eyes return to the sorting ceremony. "I've never taught anything but choir since I came here five years ago. But I suppose it could be simply a new challenge."
Hope didn't have the faith in herself as much as Ailee seemed to. Brave? Not really, at least in Hope's opinion. She did it because the Headmaster asked her to. Especially considering the debacle with Nurse Henspit teaching the class prior to that. She had gotten far too jovial during the class and as such, scarred some of the students.
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Post by Ailee McDanna on Aug 11, 2018 22:27:47 GMT -8
Ailee grinned. "Well, at least you have a bit of experience in the area - something I am not certain the last teacher possessed in the best way. And of course, if you are looking to do a little research..." Her eyes cast along the railing, looking at the many male teachers that made up the faculty. "Beast Lore looks like he may be a willing study-partner." She couldn't help but giggle, a little too much like a young girl instead of an old maid sitting on the shelf. "The way he's built, I will bet he has the stamina for an all-night cramming session." That was the terminology, wasn't it? When you tried to learn everything in a single night before a test the next day. Why didn't that sound right?
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Post by Hope Nightingale on Aug 11, 2018 22:34:08 GMT -8
"You forget I was married once," she said before she flushed at the idea of the new Beast Lore teacher. While he was handsome, he wasn't really her type. "Oh Ailee," she swatted at the other teacher's sleeve in an attempt to shh her. "He's way too young for me anyway," she said. "I'm looking for anything with anyone any time soon anyway." She sighed, she was quite happy most days of being single. She didn't have to share all of her life story with anyone, but then again, some days proved to be a little lonely.
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Post by Ailee McDanna on Aug 11, 2018 22:42:44 GMT -8
Ailee giggled again when Hope swatted her arm. "I'm just saying, a little practice never hurts. And what is youth if we cannot revel in it from time to time? But I concede," She bowed her head, letting Hope know that she would drop the subject.
"Oh yes, I believe it is going to be a great year." She decided, watching another student sent on their way to find their wand.
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Post by Hope Nightingale on Aug 11, 2018 22:45:12 GMT -8
She ignored the first comment, but nodded to the second. "Yes, I certainly hope so." She turned her attention back to the sorting ceremony once more, clapping a bit as an excited first year got sorted into Horned Serpent, which had been her house growing up.
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Eris Raptis
Pukwudgie
Don't be afraid to catch feels
Posts: 474
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Post by Eris Raptis on Aug 17, 2018 23:59:42 GMT -8
Eris was people watching, as she often did. She made note of who was sitting with whom, noticing a few of last year's same-house couples weren't sitting together. Interesting. Her calculating glare crossed over her own housemates.
Kaira with a new 'do, looking like a boy. What's up with that? Is she queer, too? Is this the house of gays? Pukwudgie does sound like a slur for homos, come to think of it.
Tisi, the perfectionist, watching the new blood getting placed into houses. The girl was kind of boring, until you got her riled up about something. But her ire didn't last long enough to be fun.
Abel's little brother, Gabriel, watching the sorting ceremony and looking thoughtful. Thinking about his fucking guitar, probably... or maybe thinking about fucking his guitar. Her eyes shifted to the aforementioned older Meridian, and she decided that it was time to find a quieter place to practice her flask-tipping skills.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the cheers of her housemates for a new Pukwudgie being sorted. When things settled down, she gradually started sneaking her way toward the exit.
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Post by Roxy Silverling on Aug 18, 2018 0:34:29 GMT -8
Roxy was standing with the rest of her house, unfortunately squeezed between students so she felt a little claustrophobic. She elbowed one kid in the ribs, trying to make enough room for her to stand there near the railing. She of course saw Eris trying to make her way out, probably to go drink or possibly getting the early jump on her next victim...erm partner.
Roxy herself had been looking, but hadn't seen too many promising specimens. Granted she was surrounded by ickle 1st to 4th years, and all the good guys and gals were hiding more to the back. She elbowed her way toward the back, giving anyone who protested a look that clearly said she was not one to be tangled with. Once she made it to the back she could breathe a lot easier. She watched the older students from here, noticing they were looking as bored as she was. Maybe her ex had the right idea, but could she sneak out as easily? Probably not if she kept elbowing people in the ribs to get them to move.
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