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Amelia woke up with a yawn, slowly sitting up and stretching. The night before had been both exciting and nerve-wracking at the same time. To arrive at the school, which she thought looked beautiful and inviting, was probably one of the happier moments of her life. To know that the place really did exist and that she would be away from her usual life and the people who tormented and picked on her made her feel at ease. The opening ceremony had been the most terrifying moment for her, especially the sorting ceremony. To have to get in front of everyone and let a candle determine her fate and which house she was be in almost made her feel nauseous, but thankfully, it had gone rather quickly and she had been sorted into the Tituba house.

The feast that followed afterwards was pleasant and some of her classmates had attempted to talk to her, though Amelia hadn't given any sort of response, both due to her muteness and her shy nature. After the students had been dismissed, one of the Prefects lead the first years to the dorms and showed them how to get in. Amelia found the way to get in a little embarrassing but found what laid at the end to be fascinating. A room that was underwater was something you normally only read in a fantasy story. After being told the rules and finding the room she would be sharing with three others, she got ready for the night and managed to fall asleep rather quickly despite her nerves.

As she thought of these events, Amelia got ready as quickly as she could, putting on her uniform and running a brush through her hair to make sure it wasn't too messy. After making sure she had her wand and all the other supplies she would need, she left the dorm and, after getting lost three or four times, found her way into the great hall to get some lunch, wondering how she would find out.

"Ah." Professor Bellona muttered upon seeing the first year. It was quite obvious to spot a first year nowadays - nervous little fellows, shy and lost. When none of the other heads claimed the first year, Professor Bellona figured it must be a Tituba (unlike Professor Conall, Ms. Bellona's memory was lacking). The Tituba professor approached the blonde girl and tried to look as friendly as possible, smiling as she tossed her sleek ponytail behind her shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Professor Bellona, head of Tituba. What's your name?" Professor Bellona looked pointedly at the stack of papers in her arms, each parchment holding a student's schedule.

Amelia jumped and quickly turned around when someone addressed her, most of her focus being on the stack of pancakes in front of her (she had briefly wondered/hoped they would have chocolate chips in them). It was an older woman who quickly introduced herself as Professor Bellona before asking Amelia for her name. The first year briefly considered not answering before realizing this was a teacher and that she didn't have much of a choice in the matter. Thinking quickly, she didn't think Ms. Bellona would know sign language, so she grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill, quickly writing her name in neat cursive before handing it to the Professor.

"Oh." Professor Bellona mumbled, her mind a little blank before it dawned on her. "Oh! You're the little sweet mute girl - oh, wait right here!"

It was only belatedly that Bellona realized that 'you're the little sweet mute girl' might not have been the best thing to say. Nevertheless, Bellona pushed it to the back of her mind as she rushed to the teachers' table in her heels. It was only a few seconds before she returned with Professor Endymion hot on her heels.

"Professor Endy, this is [i]Amelia Averyonna[/i]." Professor Bellona smiled to the side, as if to signal Amelia's muteness to Professor Endymion.

"Oh, hello there Amelia. I'm Professor Endymion - though most call me Professor Endy. I believe I sorted you last night, didn't I?" Professor Endymion said, mostly to himself however. "Professor Bellona just wanted you to know that I'll be able to translate for you if you ever need me to. Also, on the matter of your teachers, I plan to have a discussion with all of them today, at discretion of course. I promise you they will be discreet. However, at times, some of the teachers might forget..."

Amelia looked a little hurt as the Professor walked off. Had she done something wrong? Or was her being mute that bad of a thing? Being called 'sweet' didn't soften the blow and she turned around back to her meal before hearing those heels again. Turning back around, she saw Professor Bellona with a man she introuded as Professor Endymion. Turning her attention to the man, she listened as he talked and managed a small smile. When the Professor finally paused, she raised up her hands.
[i][color=0072bc]It's nice to meet you Profesor Endymion.[/color][/i] she signed, struggling a bit with signing his name as it was a complicated one. Still her smile growing a bit, happy she had someone she could speak with normally. Well, normally for her that was.

"It's nice to meet you too, Amelia." Professor Endymion smiled and rolled his shoulders. "In sign language, my name is signed as..."

Professor Endymion signed his name, looking proud. "Well, Amelia, I'd hate to keep you from your meal. Professor Bellona has your schedule and if you need any help, I'll be in the halls after breakfast."

Professor Endymion left, his stomach growling quietly and he patted it reassuringly. Professor Bellona, meanwhile, shuffled through the papers - which had become [i]un[/i]alphabetized after a slip of her heel - before brandishing a single parchment with Amelia's name on it.

"Here you are, Amelia." Ms. Bellona crowed, handing it to Amelia. "This is your class schedule; after breakfast, you should go look for your classes. If you need any help, there should be teachers roaming around. Enjoy your breakfast!"

With that, Professor Bellona skipped back to the head of the Tituba table, her eyes scanning the room like a hawk, looking for her next victim.

Amelia nodded, taking her schedule and looking at it. She had eight classes in total it would seem. Carefully folding the paper and putting it in her bag, she turned back to her meal and quickly ate what she had and a few more items before getting up and leaving for her first class, trying to avoid being late.[/color]