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Post by Ethan Fink on Aug 18, 2018 7:34:11 GMT -8
Ethan felt scared and small in the unfamiliar place. It was even more unfamiliar than Hogwarts would have been. At least he would have known a little bit about Hogwarts, whereas he knew nothing of the American magical school. He wished he could have gone to Hogwarts instead, but he dared not mention that to his mother, who surely would have gotten upset. Maybe this was for the better anyway. Maybe she would find it easier to talk about Ilvermorny with him, a place she had never even been. So far, though, it was like he had been sent off to a muggle school for all she wanted to talk about magic. She hadn't even gone with him to pick up his school supplies, instead his grandmother had taken him.
Hogwarts would have made him feel closer to his parents, too. Especially his father. Maybe he would have been in Hufflepuff like his mom or Ravenclaw like his dad. Now, though, he was standing staring at the four animal statues without even really knowing what they represented. He waited nervously with the other first years, not speaking to any of them, though there was little conversation among them to begin with.
It wasn't long before his name was called as he was near the front of the alphabet. He tried to wipe his sweaty palms on his robes as he walked toward the knot on the ground. It felt silly to be standing there while everyone stared like he was going to break out into a dance. The wait seemed to go on forever, though in reality it wasn't any longer than anyone else. Ethan hated being the center of attention and willed the statues to move, any of them. Finally the Wampus statue roared its claim and Ethan hurried off the knot, hardly contemplating what a Wampus even was.
Next was wands. Back in Britain, he would have gotten it while shopping for the rest of his school supplies in Diagon Alley. However, here they did things a bit differently. His grandmother had expressed her disappointed at not being there when he got his wand and Ethan had to agree. There were still a couple students who had been sorted before him going through the wands, apparently finding it difficult to be matched. Ethan was beckoned forward and began testing them out. It took a few tries but he eventually landed on one that felt good. "Ah, black walnut," said the man as he handed it over. "Ought to stay true to yourself with this one," the wandmaker said distractedly as he handed it over. Ethan wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but was too self-conscious to hold up the wandmaker and ask.
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Post by Jaina Gemini on Aug 24, 2018 21:55:59 GMT -8
Jaina watched as another little kid got sorted. In another world, her little sister Ella would have been down there. A fall baby, this should have been her first year. Instead, she had refused to leave the ranch and so Jaina continued on in Ilvermorny alone. Though she and her baby sister rarely got along, it still might have been nice to have someone in her family getting to experience what she did.
Damn those kids were small, she thought to herself, looking down from the balcony. Ella wasn't anywhere near that small, was she? It had to be the height making them seem so little and fragile. Yeah, kinda like looking at something really big from far away - obviously it is going to look smaller than it actually was. After the first few students, she lost interest, instead her gaze moving to the students around her. So many of them were changed, the brutal paintbrush that was puberty having touched a few new faces.
The wafting smell of food was already sneaking it's way into the entry hall, making Jaina bounce on her heels, wishing that this part was over so they could get to the good stuff. The motel she and her father had stayed at last night had not been one of the nicest. They had gotten up quite early to get her school gear and, at the height of embarrassment, her father had had to take her for new school robes for the first time in three years.
It wasn't that she minded being seen in Whimsic Alley with her father. She was happy that he was willing to expose himself to the real wizarding world just for her but clothing shopping...? Her father still didn't understand why Jaina couldn't just get by with her normal clothing and both she and her mother had given up explaining the necessity for a uniform. To be perfectly honest, she would have been happy with a good pair of jeans and blouse but since it wasn't allowed, her father and her had just had to blush their way through sizing, trying on, and purchasing clothing - most of the pieces her father still didn't understand their purpose. And the dress robe experience...?
She shuddered from the memory. It had been a long day and now all she wanted a good meal and her nice, comfy bed. Jaina peered over the balcony railing, listening for the next name with the hopes that they were nearing the end.
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Post by Arwen Green on Sept 24, 2018 17:48:00 GMT -8
Arwen looked over the balcony at all of the first year witches and wizards that moved into the hall. The witch had remembered how her feelings had been when was their age. She had come from a No-maj family so had no clue on what to except like some other students during her year. The whole thing had been nervous making her feel worried that none of the houses would have wanted her. Pukwudgie raised the arrow showing her that there was a place where she belonged. Later during her research realized that it was considered the soul of the school. The coat she was wearing was pulled tighter around shoulders. The weather was different from what used to and the coldness was harder to get used to every year.
The Pukwudgie girl clapped every time one of the first years was chosen to join a house. “ Mau Hoohiwahiwa(1). Aloha i ko makou hale(2)” She whispered to herself after every student was called to join them. They would learn this was a new family. Sometimes you hated them but still had to be see each other. Arwen saw the fact that Kaira cut her hair and it actually looked good on her. The witch would make sure to let the fellow housemate that liked it when made it to rooms.
Congratulation
Welcome to our home
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Post by Mikolas St. Roix on Sept 27, 2018 23:18:11 GMT -8
Professor Mikolas St. Roix stood in the balcony above the four statues, watching the sorting below. He still still uncertain as to why it was necessary for the professors to observe. Certainly, none of them had any horses in this race and it was not as though they would be expected to remember any of the newcomers' names when it came time for their first class. The students would introduce themselves, role would be called, and, in time, repitition would finally ingrain their names into his head.
However, the Headmaster had insisted that they all be in attendance so here he stood, instead of being down in the greenhouses where his rare, silver leafed tree should be blooming for the first time. He had worked so very hard for it to happen on any other night but, of course, the signs all pointed towards this evening. An amazing plant, perhaps one that he might show to his Seniors this year and invite them to watch the night-time blooming - if it survived its first.
How many more students were there? Did they not know that there were other things to be done tonight?
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Post by Rhona MacDuff on Sept 30, 2018 11:48:52 GMT -8
Being small was an advantage that Rhona often used in her favor as she moved to the front of the balcony to witness the next generation of students. They would learn spells they could never imagine here, in the safety of the various classrooms at Ilvermorny. Her own would be a surprise to those returning as she had finally set it up in a very far eastern manner for this year. She hoped that the students would be as excited as she was to show it to them. Along with all of the bang, pop and whizzes that she would teach them, sometimes just to annoy some of the other teachers. But she played innocent always, keeping two fingers crossed behind her back and a sweetie waiting for the lucky student.
She sent up sparks with her wand whenever a child was chosen, different colors for different houses.
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Post by Eleonora "Bessie" Pilot-Beskow on Nov 2, 2018 11:53:17 GMT -8
Bessie stood in the long line of new students, trying to appear calm and unimpressed but being betrayed by her eyes that tried to look everywhere at once. She shuffled her feet impatiently, craning her neck to see past the tall boy in front of her. A loud roar echoed through the hall and then her name was called. Eleonora Pilot-Beskow. It felt strange hearing her full name. She had gone by Bessie for so long that her Christian name sounded unfamiliar. As if it was someone else experiencing all this. Eleonora the witch. Still, she eagerly stepped forward, pushing her way through the other children.
She found herself surrounded by four wooden statues, each portraying a different animal. Three of them she recognized as somewhat resembling normal animals. There was a bird, a snake and a cat, but her eyes were drawn towards the fourth creature. A hedgehog on human legs? Or a boar with a long mohawk? She couldn't figure it out and that intrigued her, but she didn't have long to study the creature before she saw a movement at the corner of her eye. The massive bird beat it's wings, claiming her to house Thunderbird. She lingered at the center of everyone's attention while the sound of applauds and whistling died down, stroking the feathers of a still flapping wing and looking into the eyes of the animal. She thought she caught a glimmer of adventure in it’s eye and the initial disappointment of not being claimed by the strange hedgehog vanished from her mind.
Bessie strolled over to the designated place where she was to find her wand with hurried steps. There were tall wands and short wands, crooked wands and wands so straight they could be used as rulers. But the man behind the table shook his head again and again as she picked up wand after wand. Pure stubbornness kept her from throwing everything on the floor and marching back out. But when she picked up her wand, she knew. It was one of the shorter wands she had tried and the wood seemed to mould itself after her fingers. ”Thunderbird tailfeather.” The man nodded approvingly, but beneath all the excitement Bessie felt slightly disappointed. She looked down at the piece of wood in her hand. Thunderbird again? At least it was her own. Her own wand and her own path. She wasn’t following in anyone’s footsteps. Determined not to let herself be defined by the choices of statues or wands, she joined the rest of the students waiting to join the feast. She realized too late that she had forgotten to thank the wandman, but refused to turn back. Bessie looked up at the older students on the balconies, wondering who she would be next year when she would be up there. Would she cheer and be excited as someone joined her house, or be bored out of her mind just waiting for dinner?
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Post by Shae Stevens on Nov 25, 2018 22:52:44 GMT -8
Shae was not big on the whole Sorting gig - hence why he was standing in the back of the crowd. His first time, six years ago, the process had been exciting. Not just because of his own house but also to see who he would be living with for the next seven years of his life. The wand choosing had been remarkably fascinating. He had picked up wand after wand at a quick pace, almost wanting to try them all. However, when his wand, crooked in three places with a brilliant sheen, had reached his hands, it had set off sparks like he usually didn't see in the others - as though wanting to make sure he noticed it.
His hand went up automatically, making sure his wand was still tucked behind his ear where it actually sat quite comfortably - his loose copper hair hiding quite a bit of it so that he didn't look completely crazed. Whenever another student was sorted into Horned Serpent, he would briefly look up from his Sukoku puzzle to catch a quick glimpse of the statue's stone lighting up. Shae let out a half-hearted cheer before returning to the book in hand.
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Post by Christopher Johnson on Dec 14, 2018 16:49:19 GMT -8
Christopher stood towards the back of the first years as the man that looked to run the place seemed to work on talking. The truth was the boy did not know what was going to happen with this school. He already had been kicked out of other public schools. He wondered how long it would take till someone found out about him and he got kicked out. Christopher was standing there rubbing his hands over the hems of his robes. This was actually the first time that wore something that fit completely right.
He stared at the different statues not really understanding at first how this was going to work when which place he would be staying. Christoper’s mom did not feel as if needed to work on explaining to him what was going to happen. She only let him know that this was a school that would help him understand his magic. He would be learning how to stop all the accidentally incidents. Christopher heard his family in the back of his mind. ‘Do not do anything to get into trouble. Try to work on staying in this school and make us proud.’
The boy worked on walking towards the statues when it was his turn staring at the rest of them not really sure which one he would end up in. He really was not sure which one was going to end up in. He had actually been looking towards the short little elf looking thing when a roar erupted into the room. He turned to see it a panter thing as heard some of the other students welcoming him into the house.
Christopher worked on then moving over towards the table of wands. He made sure that none of the eyes were on him before bending over and actually asking the man if got to pick one for real. After a nod, Chris worked on picking different ones trying to get the right one. He was thinking about giving up when one finally seemed to click. The boy for once had something that was all his and no one would take it away.
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