Hogwarts: A New Era; REBOOT IC

[The Rebel Alliances]

Rebecca Cunningham-15-Hogwarts
As we arrived, I was amazed by the school as it was called, but could already see it was a castle. Eager to get closer, I thrusted myself up before seeing a man take away ten points from both Hufflepuff and Gryffindor. I stopped quickly as I did not want to incur the man's wrath. And as the man known as Cadmus called the first years, I debated on what to do. Follow him or Hector. As technically a fourth year because of my age, I could be going with Hector, but this is my first year attending Hogwarts, or any magical school for that matter and have yet to even be sorted into a house. I quickly decided to place myself amidst all of the other first years and follow the man called Cadmus. As being quite a bit taller than most of the eleven year olds may draw unwanted attention from the man. But, I tried not to think about it as I followed him, instead focusing soley on what house I would be placed in. Something that had taken up a lot of my time thinking about on the train, despite not knowing anything about the traditions or history of any of the houses.

OOC: Sorry for the short post. Just to mark that I am still here, and I can make a better post tomorrow or the next day when the sorting begins. This wont be a problem for me.

[Firsthome]

A slight bit before the loss of points in hufflepuff and Gryffindor

"oh, Cool..." he smiled. "an owl. Wish I had one, but I don't want to make herbert jealous. we should get ready to get off now, shouldn't we...
well. it was nice meeting you!"

"I guess," Annabelle lamented, despite her initiation reservations about Fin when she first joined him, Annabelle had come to like him, "Well it was pleasure meeting you Fin." she finished. Swiftly Annabelle stood up and took off her muggle jacket before putting on her Hufflepuff robes. As she did the train began to slow as it approached Hogsmeade station. Once she finished getting all her things, she stood by the compartment door patiently waiting for the train to come to a full stop at the station.

Finn took off his Leather Jacket he had come to wear over the summer, and put it away. Then, he Put his Ravenclaw robes on, and outstretched his hand, as Herbert Climbed on him, and then laid on his neck. He watched as it started to rain, and grabbed his things, waiting for the Train to stop.

[The Almighty Bob]

Kevin
"Don't try too hard, or you'll make a bigger fool out of yourself than potentially being rude to someone" Kevin said. He shrugged to his questions. "My family's decently big, if you mean my whole family as a whole. I have a sister. We're really quite close, as far as siblings are concerned. My parents aren't bad, either. They went to Hogwarts like me" He explained. He didn't seem to be against talking, he just didn't really describe things in great detail

"Yeah. Must be nice, having a family. I'm sorry, am I annoying you at all? I don't mean to intrude if you want to be left alone." Just then the huge bell chimed. "Oh, I think it's time to go. Let me just grab my stuff..." He fumbled around the carriage. "You should probably go on without me. The first years have to go separately, you know."

[Nuridia]

Isobelle was cut off by their sudden arrival at the school. Although she had been to Hogwarts once before last year, it was still a very awe-inspiring sight to her. "Looks like I have to go and grab my luggage, bye Damian." Isobelle said softly as she went to go back to the compartment where her siblings were. Pandora was knocked out in a desserts-induced sleep/coma almost until she felt the train screech to a stop. "Looks like were here." the Italian girl yawned.

[Tomia]

Damian smiled to Isobelle as the train came to a stop. "Bye Isobelle, I'm sure I'll see you around right?" He said to her as he got his things and headed off the train with his friends. Jacob smiled when Pandora fell asleep and had put his arm around her. When the train stopped he watched her wake up and gathered his things with her and Lucy. "I can't believe we're here again. I wonder what will happen this year."

[Ancian]

Mark had slid into the compartment the sleeping boy was in and changed. He put his hufflepuff robes on and went back out. Brass was eager to get to the dormitory, easily his favorite place. Mark, moreover, was eager to get to the food and practice quidditch. He couldn't wait for the season to to start. As he walked out of the Train he spotted other quidditch players and and other hufflepuffs he knew. His broom was in a case, he had made sure it was fine from the trip before getting out. Quidditch was life. Of course, he was good at other things but wasn't really obsessed with them. Like dueling and potions. Good but not obsessed. His only other obsessions were food and girls. Very teenagerish indeed. He was, however a good person. On first impression he seems intimidating and smart mouthed but he, once you get to know of him, is fairly funny and a good friend. It was also probably the weirdest train ride he'd been on yet. He had talked to a decent looking girl., a fellow hufflepuff and a teacher. The weird part being the sporadic and sometimes awkwardness of the incounters.

[Juche Republics]

A slight bit before the loss of points in hufflepuff and Gryffindor

"I guess," Annabelle lamented, despite her initiation reservations about Fin when she first joined him, Annabelle had come to like him, "Well it was pleasure meeting you Fin." she finished. Swiftly Annabelle stood up and took off her muggle jacket before putting on her Hufflepuff robes. As she did the train began to slow as it approached Hogsmeade station. Once she finished getting all her things, she stood by the compartment door patiently waiting for the train to come to a full stop at the station.

Finn took off his Leather Jacket he had come to wear over the summer, and put it away. Then, he Put his Ravenclaw robes on, and outstretched his hand, as Herbert Climbed on him, and then laid on his neck. He watched as it started to rain, and grabbed his things, waiting for the Train to stop.

Annabelle Dawson

Thousands little rain drops pounded the compartment's window as the train came to a full stop at Hogsmeade station. Almost immediately the trains corridors became choked with hordes of students and their pets as everyone came pouring out the train and onto the platform, bringing a cacophony of noise with them. On the tiny platform, students became bombarded by wave after wave of icy rain.

On cue, the moment the train came to a steady stop at the train station, Annabelle joined the throng of students pushing and shoving their way to the platform with Fin not far behind. Once off the train Annabelle scanned the area for a familiar Hufflepuff face within the crowd. Her lack of height falling her, she swiftly retreated near Fin and soon began to orbit around him, too timid to break free. Increasing anxious and tense, Annabelle began to nervously fiddle with her fingers while she cautiously navigated though the crowd of people. Suddenly she heard the voice of a old friend cry out her name.

Samuel Lyons

"Well, we're here," Sam remarked some time later. "It's been nice getting to know you, Agatha," he smiled. "I'll see you around at school, sometime, perhaps." Without another word, he slipped out of the compartment and almost regretted it. He really needed to check himself; something was wrong with him. He felt confused and strangely giddy inside. And he felt strangely compelled to see her again. He didn't really know what was going on.

He shook his head, and desperately sought a friendly hufflepuff face anywhere in the crowd to get his mind of the angelic, er, interesting stranger. Anybody, a nice friend or something to bring him back out of this weird haze and back into reality. He spotted a few fellow Hufflepuffs in the crowd, and gravitated towards Annabelle, a girl whom he considered to be a relatively good friend. She was talking it up with some Ravenclaw boy he'd never seen before.

Looks like a poser, he thought to himself, having the tiny bit of social filter required to not insult the guy to his face. Of course, Sam realized that he had a problem with being judgmental.

"Hey Anna," Sam greeted, presenting his hand for a special handshake. "Who's this?"

"Sam!" Annabelle cried out. Briskly she gracefully twirled around with a gleeful smile on her face before extending her hand and performing their special handshake. "Sam this is Finnagaen or Fin," Annabelle said nervously, caught off guard how disorientated and conflicted Sam looked. "Fin this my good friend Samuel."

[Firsthome]

A slight bit before the loss of points in hufflepuff and Gryffindor



Finn took off his Leather Jacket he had come to wear over the summer, and put it away. Then, he Put his Ravenclaw robes on, and outstretched his hand, as Herbert Climbed on him, and then laid on his neck. He watched as it started to rain, and grabbed his things, waiting for the Train to stop.

Annabelle Dawson

Thousands little rain drops pounded the compartment's window as the train came to a full stop at Hogsmeade station. Almost immediately the trains corridors became choked with hordes of students and their pets as everyone came pouring out the train and onto the platform, bringing a cacophony of noise with them. On the tiny platform, students became bombarded by wave after wave of icy rain.

On cue, the moment the train came to a steady stop at the train station, Annabelle joined the throng of students pushing and shoving their way to the platform with Fin not far behind. Once off the train Annabelle scanned the area for a familiar Hufflepuff face within the crowd. Her lack of height falling her, she swiftly retreated near Fin and soon began to orbit around him, too timid to break free. Increasing anxious and tense, Annabelle began to nervously fiddle with her fingers while she cautiously navigated though the crowd of people. Suddenly she heard the voice of a old friend cry out her name.

Samuel Lyons

"Well, we're here," Sam remarked some time later. "It's been nice getting to know you, Agatha," he smiled. "I'll see you around at school, sometime, perhaps." Without another word, he slipped out of the compartment and almost regretted it. He really needed to check himself; something was wrong with him. He felt confused and strangely giddy inside. And he felt strangely compelled to see her again. He didn't really know what was going on.

He shook his head, and desperately sought a friendly hufflepuff face anywhere in the crowd to get his mind of the angelic, er, interesting stranger. Anybody, a nice friend or something to bring him back out of this weird haze and back into reality. He spotted a few fellow Hufflepuffs in the crowd, and gravitated towards Annabelle, a girl whom he considered to be a relatively good friend. She was talking it up with some Ravenclaw boy he'd never seen before.

Looks like a poser, he thought to himself, having the tiny bit of social filter required to not insult the guy to his face. Of course, Sam realized that he had a problem with being judgmental.

"Hey Anna," Sam greeted, presenting his hand for a special handshake. "Who's this?"

"Sam!" Annabelle cried out. Briskly she gracefully twirled around with a gleeful smile on her face before extending her hand and performing their special handshake. "Sam this is Finnagaen or Fin," Annabelle said nervously, caught off guard how disorientated and conflicted Sam looked. "Fin this my good friend Samuel."

Finn Smiled, and outstretched his Hand, "It's Nice To meet you, Samuel. I hope you have a Good year at Hogwarts, I know that I always do."
even though it was raining, Finn didn't feel the Cold. he was Scottish, after all. all he felt was a Minor Damp annoyance. "We should go inside soon, before one of us Catches a Cold.."

[Yalos]

Samuel Lyons

Sam had a tendency to expect the worst of strangers. He had a strange phobia against those he didn't know, especially those who talked to his friends--his female friends in particular. Samuel Horn-tail Lyons might have been a lot of things, but he wasn't disloyal. His vicious loyalty towards those he cared about was noted and renown. However this brought about some problems. He had a sudden urge to threaten Finn from the get-go, and perhaps shove him.

Sam, however, wouldn't have his heart into it. For one thing, he had just emerged from a conversation with the most beautiful girl alive--not that he had any feelings for her in particular. Still, he couldn't help but feel like he was floating on clouds, and he beamed, his warm smile casting a sense of warmth and amiability. Sam was also rather conscious of the watchful eyes of his little sister, Phoebe, as she stepped away with the first-years. He had promised himself that he would work on becoming a better role-model for her.

"How're ya doing, buddy?" Sam decided to be friendly, after a moment's deliberation. He took Finn's hand, and gave the guy a hug. He could always threaten Finn later, if he tried anything strange with Ann. "Pleased to meet ya." Upon feeling the dew-drops from the skies above, Sam nodded in agreement with Finn's suggestion. "I agree. We should head inside immediately. We'd best all head inside immediately."

Sam spotted the tall first-year.

"Hey," he asked Annabelle, indicating Rebecca, "tell me if I'm wrong, but she doesn't look anything like a first year, does she? She looks like she'd have to be at least our own age."

[ChasingCats]

Cyrus, first year

Cyrus pulled up the hood of his robe over his head before he shuffled off the train with his belongings into the heavy rain. He noticed that nobody was levitating their bags. Perhaps, he thought, it was an unspoken rule, and besides, he didn’t dare try another spell after the disaster to do with Becca’s game-boy, and certainly not around Cadmus Anvar - he glanced at the tall, eccentric-looking Deputy Headmaster - who wouldn’t take kindly to a first year’s failure. So he lugged his luggage, his gait tilted to one side as he tried to keep the bottom of the suitcases from getting muddied. He was not used to strenuous, physical, menial work; within seconds of his arrival, he already wished Samus the house elf was here to help him.

The flow of students walking towards Hogwarts was split into two streams and Cyrus melded into the mass of first years, beside the newly met Phoebe and Lidia. He gazed into the distance: there stood Hogwarts, the dark gothic castle thrown into momentary contrast against white flashes of lightning.

“Do you know about the thestrals?” he asked the girls quite excitedly. “Grandma said I should be able to see them. The books said they look like these devilish winged horses. They’re very rare magical creatures, and they pull carriages here!”

Cyrus stood up on his tippy toes to see past the crowd in front of him: the Great Lake approached. “But we’re taking the boats. Only second years and above go on the carriages.” Then in a conspiratorial voice he said, “Maybe down the track we can go to the groundskeeper’s to take a look at them.”

[Corrian]

Agatha
"See you around" Agatha said to him, her voice not really showing a lot of emotion in it, but that was pretty normal of her. She didn't say anything on her opinion of it being nice to get to know him, but in her mind, her own mind was racing a fair amount as well. Because she actually did enjoy his company, and it felt weird to her to enjoy another persons company in her way of approaching life. Of approaching things by keeping herself alone, doing her own thing without interference from others. But there was just...something that intrigued her about Samuel. She didn't try to think about it much, though, and to add on top of it, she remained silent altogether, not even attempting to bring her thoughts up.

Agatha headed off of the train, wanting to just get the typical first night over with. She was already sorted, and didn't typically care all that much about who or what was coming to join her house. The food was nice, sure, but she didn't really care about all of the first night festivities or anything like that. She just wanted to arrive, go to bed, and wake up and start learning what she wanted to learn, not have the big events. The downpour of a storm that seemed to be going on tonight didn't really seem to phase her much, either, her standing out in it, getting drenched by the rain and acting like she didn't really care. Hearing that she had to follow Hector made her sigh, but without a word to anyone, did as told and headed into the line.

Kevin
"No, you're fine" Kevin insisted, though he was the type that didn't really mind being left alone. He didn't mind the chatter right now, though, even if the boy was a bit...too talkative for his liking. And bombarded him with questions. Shortly after that, the train arrived, and he was going to grab his things, but he heard something about how your things just magically ended up in Hogwarts in your rooms anyway, so other then the things immediately with him, he didn't grab much. "Alright. Maybe I'll see you around, then?" He said to him, and after they finished their final talks, he headed off of the train, finding Cadmus and getting in line with the others. He could barely see the school, especially in the pouring rain he was trying desperately to ignore, but from what he could tell, he expected it was going to be amazing. He was definitely excited to see what awaited him...

Adair and Mist
A while later of talking with her new friends, the train had arrived. Adair had looked out the window multiple times, taking in the beautiful scenery, but mostly she talked to all of her new friends. She liked both of the pairs of twins, and Mist's company quite a bit. Mist was certainly an interesting character, but so were the others. Hearing the sound to indicate the arrival, and the train slowing down, she decided it was time to get going. She and Mist had already changed into their robes as they were supposed to do, so that was out of the way.

"Looks like it is time for us to leave. See you all later!" Adair said cheerfully, smiling warmly at all of them. Mist gave a bow nod to them all, saying "It was a pleasure", and presumably the whole bunch of them began to get in line to go to the school, standing out in the horrid rain. Adair didn't really mind the rain, but she wasn't really all that fond of being soaked and freezing. Mist seemed to just be staring at the rain like it was the most beautiful thing to ever grace the world. The both of them hadn't seen any glimpses of the school as of yet, though, distracted elsewhere. And it was hard to see over all the students, anyway...

Holly
After the train arrived, Holly headed off with her friends, getting in line with the rest of the students that weren't first years, though she was beginning to feel old looking down upon the stream of first years. She remembered her first year. It felt like a lifetime ago now, so she felt like she was getting old seeing all of these young people that she now "towered" over. Even though she was only 16 and had a huge life ahead of her still. But not at the school. It was sad, really, thinking about the fact that she only had this year and next year left before she had to move on, and get a wizarding job or something. She loved it here with her friends, so the thought of leaving here for good wasn't a thought that entirely appealed to her, as frustrating as school could be at the same time. Maybe she'd take on Quidditch as a bigger hobby after leaving school, she didn't know. She had hoped to be a Seeker on the Hufflepuff team, but another girl had beat her to the punch. She felt like she was good enough for the position, though, if it ever was handed to her for some reason. Honestly part of her hoped that it would be given to her, because she wanted to prove herself more in the Quidditch department than she could in her current position on the team. She tried to clear her head about worrying about all of those things for the night, because there were more important things to think about today, like having a good time on the first night.

Shelia Catch Up Section
Shelia, her parents, and her two sisters, her older sister and her younger sister, all came to the train station to say goodbye to their daughter/sister. Having figured out pretty quickly that there was some magical trickery to getting into the train platform that they needed, they began saying their goodbyes near the magical passage to get to the platform, since they knew it was probably not allowed for them, as non magical users, to enter the station with her. Or not appropriate for them to or something. She turned and faced her sisters, smiling at them. Her siblings had a rather close bond with each other, so she would certainly miss them. And her parents.

"Be good, sis. Learn well" The younger sister, Madeline, said, frowning and giving her older sister a big hug. "We will miss your presence greatly" She said, frowning lightly. Shelia looked at her younger sister and frowned herself, feeling bad for leaving because clearly she would be missed. "I will make us proud" She smiled, chuckling lightly. She poked her little sister playfully to try and cheer her up, which made her giggle, the task working.

Next was for a hug departure with her older sister, Chloe, who just gave her words of encouragement and seemed to be less hesitant about the whole thing of one of her younger sisters leaving for a while. Not to say that she wouldn't be missed. No, not at all. She just understood, and thought that it would be good for her. She promised that she would take care of Madeline for the both of them, which made Shelia happy to know that her siblings would take good care of each other while she was gone.

Following that was goodbyes to her parents, which were pretty standard parent to child and child to parent goodbyes. After that was over, she gave the both of them a wave, and headed through the magical wall onto the platform, departing from her family for a long time to come. While her immediate reaction was to be sad, any thought of what she left behind went floating away into the air when she saw the beautiful train that she would be boarding. It was a gorgeous sight, and stopped her in her tracks for a moment to realize what kind of world she had just stepped into. A world of pure beauty it seemed. She instantly lightened up, heading onto the train, and ending up in some compartment with some random people that she chatted with for a while

And her day was made even better when the trolley showed up. She hadn't realized that the train had its own trolley, and to make it even better, said trolley was entirely full of nothing but sweets. It was like she had stepped into paradise, or well, paradise had come to her in the form of a trolley. Her parents had given her a fairly good sum of money, so seeing all the sweets, she couldn't possibly say no, and before she knew it, she had bought more magical world candy than she could possibly need. Bertie Botts Every Flavored Beans, Chocolate Frogs, and so on and so forth...She didn't eat it all at once, because she was somewhat smart in that regard, but she certainly ate some of it. Her group of people certainly got a kick out of her sweets addiction.

Eventually they arrived to the school, and just like the rest of the students, she got in line in the stormy weather waiting to go on to this amazing school that she had been given the opportunity to participate in, waiting anxiously to see what was ahead of her.

[Roman Superiority]

I banned Harry Potter

[Yalos]

Cyrus, first year

Cyrus pulled up the hood of his robe over his head before he shuffled off the train with his belongings into the heavy rain. He noticed that nobody was levitating their bags. Perhaps, he thought, it was an unspoken rule, and besides, he didn’t dare try another spell after the disaster to do with Becca’s game-boy, and certainly not around Cadmus Anvar - he glanced at the tall, eccentric-looking Deputy Headmaster - who wouldn’t take kindly to a first year’s failure. So he lugged his luggage, his gait tilted to one side as he tried to keep the bottom of the suitcases from getting muddied. He was not used to strenuous, physical, menial work; within seconds of his arrival, he already wished Samus the house elf was here to help him.

The flow of students walking towards Hogwarts was split into two streams and Cyrus melded into the mass of first years, beside the newly met Phoebe and Lidia. He gazed into the distance: there stood Hogwarts, the dark gothic castle thrown into momentary contrast against white flashes of lightning.

“Do you know about the thestrals?” he asked the girls quite excitedly. “Grandma said I should be able to see them. The books said they look like these devilish winged horses. They’re very rare magical creatures, and they pull carriages here!”

Cyrus stood up on his tippy toes to see past the crowd in front of him: the Great Lake approached. “But we’re taking the boats. Only second years and above go on the carriages.” Then in a conspiratorial voice he said, “Maybe down the track we can go to the groundskeeper’s to take a look at them.”

Phoebe Lyons

"The-threstrals?" Phoebe's voice shook. "Do you mean the death horses?" Her eyes widened in slight fear. Her brother's stories, of the dark and dangerous creatures of the Wizarding world, came flashing back to her.

"I-I don't know if that's such a good idea," she tried reasoning, "after all, it won't be so good if we miss our sorting. We can't miss that. And besides....threstrals are really dangerous."

[Juche Republics]

Annabelle Dawson

The seconds that immediately followed Fin finishing his sentence seemed to play in slow motion for Annabelle. She knew all to well about Sam's peculiar phobia and paranoia of strangers and had experienced first hand Sam getting detention or losing points for Hufflepuff for starting scuffles. No matter who they are or how friendly they appeared to be, Sam always expected the worst; sort of like a guard dog, Annabelle often joked to herself. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let her friend get in trouble, not right in front of the Deputy Headmaster on their first day back. So she prepared to bravely try and told back Sam if he tried anything stupid, like he had done on so many occasions in the past.

But instead of shoving Fin or punching him, Sam was positively friendly. Even going so far to give Fin a hug. Annabelle tried her hardest not to gawk at Sam in complete shock at what she had just seen as she nodded in agreement with Finn's and Sam's suggestion. Annabelle had never seen Sam hug a complete stranger, especially one that wasn't a pretty girl. Her minded raced with all sorts of wild theories as she followed Sam up to the castle. A creature of habit, the slightest deviation almost always deeply unsettled her.

Then Sam point the tall first year. Slowly, Annabelle when on her tippy toes and saw the tall first year for herself.

"She doesn't like any first year I've ever seen. Do you think she's lost?" Annabelle replied inquiringly.

[Firsthome]

Annabelle Dawson

The seconds that immediately followed Fin finishing his sentence seemed to play in slow motion for Annabelle. She knew all to well about Sam's peculiar phobia and paranoia of strangers and had experienced first hand Sam getting detention or losing points for Hufflepuff for starting scuffles. No matter who they are or how friendly they appeared to be, Sam always expected the worst; sort of like a guard dog, Annabelle often joked to herself. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let her friend get in trouble, not right in front of the Deputy Headmaster on their first day back. So she prepared to bravely try and told back Sam if he tried anything stupid, like he had done on so many occasions in the past.

But instead of shoving Fin or punching him, Sam was positively friendly. Even going so far to give Fin a hug. Annabelle tried her hardest not to gawk at Sam in complete shock at what she had just seen as she nodded in agreement with Finn's and Sam's suggestion. Annabelle had never seen Sam hug a complete stranger, especially one that wasn't a pretty girl. Her minded raced with all sorts of wild theories as she followed Sam up to the castle. A creature of habit, the slightest deviation almost always deeply unsettled her.

Then Sam point the tall first year. Slowly, Annabelle when on her tippy toes and saw the tall first year for herself.

"She doesn't like any first year I've ever seen. Do you think she's lost?" Annabelle replied inquiringly.

(sorry. ignore my comment about leaving. I am, pretty much. Except for here. Juche, Email me at MissusEto@gmail.com when I need to post)

Finn backed up in shock, Partially disturbed by the boy's friendliness. as he was not used to hugs, especially by another guy, and looked around at where Annabelle Gestured "I think you are right... I think she's a First year to hogwarts, but not a first year by age. she Looks to be about the same age as us, but looks new. I Don't think she's lost... But we could go and check it out"

[Khanestan (Ancient)]

Cyrus, first year

Cyrus pulled up the hood of his robe over his head before he shuffled off the train with his belongings into the heavy rain. He noticed that nobody was levitating their bags. Perhaps, he thought, it was an unspoken rule, and besides, he didn’t dare try another spell after the disaster to do with Becca’s game-boy, and certainly not around Cadmus Anvar - he glanced at the tall, eccentric-looking Deputy Headmaster - who wouldn’t take kindly to a first year’s failure. So he lugged his luggage, his gait tilted to one side as he tried to keep the bottom of the suitcases from getting muddied. He was not used to strenuous, physical, menial work; within seconds of his arrival, he already wished Samus the house elf was here to help him.

The flow of students walking towards Hogwarts was split into two streams and Cyrus melded into the mass of first years, beside the newly met Phoebe and Lidia. He gazed into the distance: there stood Hogwarts, the dark gothic castle thrown into momentary contrast against white flashes of lightning.

“Do you know about the thestrals?” he asked the girls quite excitedly. “Grandma said I should be able to see them. The books said they look like these devilish winged horses. They’re very rare magical creatures, and they pull carriages here!”

Cyrus stood up on his tippy toes to see past the crowd in front of him: the Great Lake approached. “But we’re taking the boats. Only second years and above go on the carriages.” Then in a conspiratorial voice he said, “Maybe down the track we can go to the groundskeeper’s to take a look at them.”

Phoebe Lyons

"The-threstrals?" Phoebe's voice shook. "Do you mean the death horses?" Her eyes widened in slight fear. Her brother's stories, of the dark and dangerous creatures of the Wizarding world, came flashing back to her.

"I-I don't know if that's such a good idea," she tried reasoning, "after all, it won't be so good if we miss our sorting. We can't miss that. And besides....threstrals are really dangerous."

Lidia Adamski

"I've never seen a thestral! I wonder what the look like." Said Lidia, before realizing what she had said. "I mean, not that I would be able to see them or anything. I think you're right, Phoebe. We shouldn't miss our sorting."

OOC: Sorry for the short post. I've been really busy lately.

[ChasingCats]

Cyrus grinned at their unfounded fear, confident that the rumours about death horses were founded more on superstition than well-accounted for experience as detailed in his books. “They may look scary but don’t many creatures when they are the gentlest known to wizards? And anyway, they’re rather tame at Hogwarts. Yes they’re carnivorous but they eat birds, not people. I heard that if you haven’t seen death yourself, you won’t be able to see them, but never mind that, I think you should able to feel them and that’s close to seeing them! We won’t go tonight, of course not, silly, I won’t miss the Sorting for the world. It’ll have to be on some other night.”

There were numerous boats waiting at the pier, all were unmanned, each aglow by a single lamplight. Cyrus was a decent rower at leisure having lived by a lake and took to a boat easily.

[Kuhlfros]

Cyrus McCormack
Cyrus stumbled off the train, hardly awake, as he had slept through the whole ride.
How you ask?
Cyrus may or may not have accidentally placed a sleeping charm on himself before they left PLatform 9 3/4

Anyways, Cyrus left the train, not thinking at all of catching up with his friends or even the feast, instead to get to the Hospital Wing, so he can get the effects and side-effects of the botched sleep charm. He made his way up the road that had been used for the "horseless" carriges on foot, stumbling through the dark drowsily getting nearer and nearer to the front gates.

(OOC: Yah I finally got a post up!)

[Khanestan (Ancient)]

Cyrus grinned at their unfounded fear, confident that the rumours about death horses were founded more on superstition than well-accounted for experience as detailed in his books. “They may look scary but don’t many creatures when they are the gentlest known to wizards? And anyway, they’re rather tame at Hogwarts. Yes they’re carnivorous but they eat birds, not people. I heard that if you haven’t seen death yourself, you won’t be able to see them, but never mind that, I think you should able to feel them and that’s close to seeing them! We won’t go tonight, of course not, silly, I won’t miss the Sorting for the world. It’ll have to be on some other night.”

There were numerous boats waiting at the pier, all were unmanned, each aglow by a single lamplight. Cyrus was a decent rower at leisure having lived by a lake and took to a boat easily.

Lidia Adamski

There was something Lidia didn't like about this boy, although she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could tell he was from a magical family, and he seemed to be smart...stuck up? Maybe. she knew she was missing something...something important. Still, the idea of invisible, carnivorous horses intrigued her. Right now, tough, she was more concerned with the upcoming sorting. She wished she was with Kyle, but she couldn't see him over the hundreds of students around her.

"I don't know, maybe sometime. Shouldn't we be getting in the boats though?"

Kyle Adamski

Kyle looked for Lidia, but she had already disappeared into the hundreds of faces surrounding the train. He hoped Phoebe was with her. "She has a good head on her shoulders, that Phoebe" He thought to himself. "Lyons....Lyons....I've heard that name before" He turned the name over and over in his head, then it came to him. "Samuel Lyons. Hufflepuff third year" Kyle had never liked Samuel. He thought he was loud, and only interested in two things: himself, and girls "Be nice. You might be seeing a lot of him soon. So he has a sister? How did you miss that one?"

Giving up on finding Lidia, Kyle drifted slowly towards the gaggle of students following Hector. Most students were scared by the staffer's erratic personality changes, but Kyle thought the were interesting. He made it into a game; he studied the wild swings in personality, then he would try to predict what brought them on and what personality he would take. He had gotten rather good at it, although it was still a very delicate art.

[Juche Republics]

Annabelle Dawson

The seconds that immediately followed Fin finishing his sentence seemed to play in slow motion for Annabelle. She knew all to well about Sam's peculiar phobia and paranoia of strangers and had experienced first hand Sam getting detention or losing points for Hufflepuff for starting scuffles. No matter who they are or how friendly they appeared to be, Sam always expected the worst; sort of like a guard dog, Annabelle often joked to herself. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to let her friend get in trouble, not right in front of the Deputy Headmaster on their first day back. So she prepared to bravely try and told back Sam if he tried anything stupid, like he had done on so many occasions in the past.

But instead of shoving Fin or punching him, Sam was positively friendly. Even going so far to give Fin a hug. Annabelle tried her hardest not to gawk at Sam in complete shock at what she had just seen as she nodded in agreement with Finn's and Sam's suggestion. Annabelle had never seen Sam hug a complete stranger, especially one that wasn't a pretty girl. Her minded raced with all sorts of wild theories as she followed Sam up to the castle. A creature of habit, the slightest deviation almost always deeply unsettled her.

Then Sam point the tall first year. Slowly, Annabelle when on her tippy toes and saw the tall first year for herself.

"She doesn't like any first year I've ever seen. Do you think she's lost?" Annabelle replied inquiringly.

(sorry. ignore my comment about leaving. I am, pretty much. Except for here. Juche, Email me at MissusEto@gmail.com when I need to post)

Finn backed up in shock, Partially disturbed by the boy's friendliness. as he was not used to hugs, especially by another guy, and looked around at where Annabelle Gestured "I think you are right... I think she's a First year to hogwarts, but not a first year by age. she Looks to be about the same age as us, but looks new. I Don't think she's lost... But we could go and check it out"

Annabelle Dawson
Annabelle kept her glaze fixed on the tall first year while she intently listened to what Finn had to say. After thinking it for a minute, she concluded that Finn was probably right. "Yeah, I think your right Finn, but I think we should ask if she's lost just in case."

[The GAmeTopians]

Cyrus grinned at their unfounded fear, confident that the rumours about death horses were founded more on superstition than well-accounted for experience as detailed in his books. “They may look scary but don’t many creatures when they are the gentlest known to wizards? And anyway, they’re rather tame at Hogwarts. Yes they’re carnivorous but they eat birds, not people. I heard that if you haven’t seen death yourself, you won’t be able to see them, but never mind that, I think you should able to feel them and that’s close to seeing them! We won’t go tonight, of course not, silly, I won’t miss the Sorting for the world. It’ll have to be on some other night.”

There were numerous boats waiting at the pier, all were unmanned, each aglow by a single lamplight. Cyrus was a decent rower at leisure having lived by a lake and took to a boat easily.

Lidia Adamski

There was something Lidia didn't like about this boy, although she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could tell he was from a magical family, and he seemed to be smart...stuck up? Maybe. she knew she was missing something...something important. Still, the idea of invisible, carnivorous horses intrigued her. Right now, tough, she was more concerned with the upcoming sorting. She wished she was with Kyle, but she couldn't see him over the hundreds of students around her.

"I don't know, maybe sometime. Shouldn't we be getting in the boats though?"

Kyle Adamski

Kyle looked for Lidia, but she had already disappeared into the hundreds of faces surrounding the train. He hoped Phoebe was with her. "She has a good head on her shoulders, that Phoebe" He thought to himself. "Lyons....Lyons....I've heard that name before" He turned the name over and over in his head, then it came to him. "Samuel Lyons. Hufflepuff third year" Kyle had never liked Samuel. He thought he was loud, and only interested in two things: himself, and girls "Be nice. You might be seeing a lot of him soon. So he has a sister? How did you miss that one?"

Giving up on finding Lidia, Kyle drifted slowly towards the gaggle of students following Hector. Most students were scared by the staffer's erratic personality changes, but Kyle thought the were interesting. He made it into a game; he studied the wild swings in personality, then he would try to predict what brought them on and what personality he would take. He had gotten rather good at it, although it was still a very delicate art.

The Professor of Potions walked over to Lidia, having heard her mention of the boats.
"A first year, are you? Best be heading to the boats if ya are, we'll be setting off soon! Oh, I haven't introduced myself. Professor Avongadra, Potions Professor, at your service."
Sal examined the students idly, taking care to ensure that they did not notice his piercing gaze. His gaze immediately started with Lidia. She seemed nice enough, and he could see the light of knowledge and learning burning in her eyes. Satisfied, Sal looked towards Cyrus. The boy seemed nice, but with the boy's talk of the death horses earlier, Sal was a bit worried. Best give him a chance, Sal thought to himself.

[Khanestan (Ancient)]

Lidia Adamski

There was something Lidia didn't like about this boy, although she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She could tell he was from a magical family, and he seemed to be smart...stuck up? Maybe. she knew she was missing something...something important. Still, the idea of invisible, carnivorous horses intrigued her. Right now, tough, she was more concerned with the upcoming sorting. She wished she was with Kyle, but she couldn't see him over the hundreds of students around her.

"I don't know, maybe sometime. Shouldn't we be getting in the boats though?"

Kyle Adamski

Kyle looked for Lidia, but she had already disappeared into the hundreds of faces surrounding the train. He hoped Phoebe was with her. "She has a good head on her shoulders, that Phoebe" He thought to himself. "Lyons....Lyons....I've heard that name before" He turned the name over and over in his head, then it came to him. "Samuel Lyons. Hufflepuff third year" Kyle had never liked Samuel. He thought he was loud, and only interested in two things: himself, and girls "Be nice. You might be seeing a lot of him soon. So he has a sister? How did you miss that one?"

Giving up on finding Lidia, Kyle drifted slowly towards the gaggle of students following Hector. Most students were scared by the staffer's erratic personality changes, but Kyle thought the were interesting. He made it into a game; he studied the wild swings in personality, then he would try to predict what brought them on and what personality he would take. He had gotten rather good at it, although it was still a very delicate art.

The Professor of Potions walked over to Lidia, having heard her mention of the boats.
"A first year, are you? Best be heading to the boats if ya are, we'll be setting off soon! Oh, I haven't introduced myself. Professor Avongadra, Potions Professor, at your service."
Sal examined the students idly, taking care to ensure that they did not notice his piercing gaze. His gaze immediately started with Lidia. She seemed nice enough, and he could see the light of knowledge and learning burning in her eyes. Satisfied, Sal looked towards Cyrus. The boy seemed nice, but with the boy's talk of the death horses earlier, Sal was a bit worried. Best give him a chance, Sal thought to himself.

"Pleased to meet you, professor," Stammered Lidia, uncomfortable with meeting a teacher before she had even reached the school. There was a brief moment of silence, then she continued "I'm Lidia. This is Phoebe and Cyrus." She gestured to the two standing behind her. Lidia studied the teacher for a moment, but looked away quickly when she realized he was doing he same to them. He seemed nice enough, although he had the appearance of someone with no family of his own. Lidia had heard of professor Avongadra; he was Kyle's favorite teacher, although he looked nothing like Kyle's description. "We were just going to the boats now." Lidia finished awkwardly.

[Firsthome]

(sorry. ignore my comment about leaving. I am, pretty much. Except for here. Juche, Email me at MissusEto@gmail.com when I need to post)

Finn backed up in shock, Partially disturbed by the boy's friendliness. as he was not used to hugs, especially by another guy, and looked around at where Annabelle Gestured "I think you are right... I think she's a First year to hogwarts, but not a first year by age. she Looks to be about the same age as us, but looks new. I Don't think she's lost... But we could go and check it out"

Annabelle Dawson
Annabelle kept her glaze fixed on the tall first year while she intently listened to what Finn had to say. After thinking it for a minute, she concluded that Finn was probably right. "Yeah, I think your right Finn, but I think we should ask if she's lost just in case."

"that's what I'm saying..." *he started walking towards the first year, then turned his head towards annabelle* "you coming or not?" he said, smiling*