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Hello one and all;
Simple guidelines:
-//I post between two and a dozen paragraphs a post, depending on how much Im given to work with. I'm not looking for another novel writer, I'm looking for consistancy. Give me a consistent poster and Im happy.
-//I play both gender and have no preference for either
-//I do suffer from low mood (notice this isn't depression) and may sometimes disappear, less so now I have a real job, but note I WILL always come back.
-//I REALLY DONT ENJOY PLAYING CANON CHARACTERS
Non-Fandom buzzwords:
-Band (Doesn't have to be Rock/Metal. Craving k-Pop.)
-College
-Fantasy
-World Building
-Dystopia
-Apocalypse
-Horror
Fandoms
-Game of Thrones
-Death Note
-Harry Potter
-Lord of the Rings / The Hobbit
-Firefly
-Marvel Avengers
-Xmen
-King Arthur
-Avatar
-Assassin's Creed
-Pirates of the Caribbean
-Elder Scrolls
-Fallout
-Mass Effect
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The small collection of them, perhaps seventy at most, passed around more emotions that a bride on her wedding day. Children bubbled loudly with excitement and joy, apprehension and fear, anxiety and annoyance. It would rub off on them all before they passed out of the entrance hall they stood in. The ceiling and rooms he could see were all bigger than he expected, vast heights stretching far beyond what he'd expected or pictured in his mind. He'd pictured something as grand as the Locksley manor they'd visited nearly every summer for the first few years after his father had been escorted off to Azkaban. Whilst George's mind sped back towards the one thing he was afraid of, his stomach knotted and twisted. So far no one seemed to care.. Had everyone forgotten? He assumed so. Glancing around, George looked over the faces of the students nearby, all of which had paired up at least with another person, looking about and babbling amoung themselves. Thankfully, the witch and teacher pulled them all from their daydreams.
George stumbled behind Sadie and their new friend, although it was someone George hadn't spoken to yet. He would relax once he knew where he was going. He'd heard far too many 'complimentary' remarks from family during his years before Hogwarts. The last thing he needed was to grow up the polar opposite to his brother, who seemed so intent on hiding in the dark, pouring over text books laced with markings and runes he'd never seen before. However, despite his brother's rather strange personality and tendencies, the boy was Ravenclaw, it didn't matter what happened to him now. No one would assume he'd turn into the same murderer their father had been or perhaps still was.
The group soon pushed forwards towards the two large doors, opening and pushing them into a hall bigger than he'd ever imagined. Taller ceilings and a huge open and amazing sight above him. He'd never seen an enchanted ceiling before. Enchanted fires were commonplace, his own living room was enchanted, just to make the fire a brighter orange. Yet the Hogwarts ceiling seemed other worldly. It was so vivid, more so than the sky he'd ever seen in London. Most of that was clouds and even in the hills in Devon, he'd seen nothing compared to the sky that lingered within their own school; home would be a better word here. George turned his eyes down to look down at Sadie and Seine. He was more interested to see the reaction of his muggleborn friend, how she'd been so thrilled at Exploding Snap earlier. He smiled a little and stopped beside her, taking a brief second to look around the room once more. He couldn't see his brother straight away, although he gathered he'd be sat before the table clothed in blue and silver.
It was when the famous Sorting Hat began to sing and read the poetry his brother told him it spent all year writing that George turned his eyes back to the front. So long as he wasn't wearing Green for the next seven years, he was happy.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
George smiled again, glancing around and making a half-arse attempt at clapping. He gave a short laugh at Sadie and nodded.
"It's the Sorting Hat-" He paused as the first name was called, flinching as he seemed to imagine himself up first. "-You'll see." He finished, turning his eyes and stomach twisting anxiety at the thing that would so quickly decide and know his fate long before he did. In the sudden change in emotions, George balled his fists and wrapped his robe sleeves into a ball. He needed to look calm, and like he knew what he was doing, like he wasn't scared. One by one, he forced himself to watch the students before him. Watching them each bounce off towards the houses he sometimes guessed correctly and sometimes didn't. The first Slytherin to be chosen was a girl he thought he recognized. He'd seen her one Christmas and no doubt it would turn out she'd be a relative closer than he expected. His mind turned to wonder at exactly how many people he was related to within the room. All Purebloods were connected somewhere and most witches and wizards tried so hard not to think of the implications and just carry on with their lives.
George pulled himself out from his out head once again and turned to Sadie as she took a second to realize it was herself whose name was next. George had pictured Hufflepuff for his friend, at least he assumed, from simple conversation that she wasn't going to be Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Those students were clever and unique upon appearance and conversation. He turned to Seine and back up to Sadie, watching her as carefully as he would watch himself. She was up there for seconds despite how slowly time seemed to pass. George passed one of the several lumps in his throat and watched as the hat boomed across the Great Hall.
"GRYFINDOR." George smiled and watched as she bounded over to the table like a small child at Christmas. He was jealous of course, he'd long to be already sat down. His eyes pulled back forwards, watching the remaining students names reel off the parchment as if with ease. Some students were sorted in seconds, others it took a moment. The event seemed to pass quickly but as the letters counted down, George felt his body shrink and cower.
He felt the boy by his side disappear off and sit under the hat, leaving him alone and very much afraid. He pulled on his robes again, hearing another booming 'GRYFINDOR' pass by his ears. His stomach leapt and his brain told him to run, his entire body acted as if the whole situation around him was life threatening. He was going to die. Yet it was in a moment that his brain kicked in. No... Why does it matter? It's seven years... Seven years and we'll be out and free to do whatever it is that grown wizards do. George forced himself to let go of his robes and watched as the letters counted down once more. He knew they were perched in N and for some reason there were plenty of them.
"Nott, George." The witch chimed, looking about and spotting one of the remaining ten students haphazardly step forwards. George's feet felt like lead, think and heavy. Yet with a grim bout of determination, the boy forced himself up the steps and lowered himself onto the stool. He was greatful for it's size. He needed to look like he wasn't afraid, like he wasn't weak... So long as he didn't see everyone looking. George sat quietly, waiting. It felt like a year when the voice finally began to speak so vividly in his head.
You've ambition like your brother, quite a lot more than him. The hat paused leaving George to force himself to keep calm again, despite the damp on his palms. You're brave yet your already afraid. The hat continued, reading off a list of things George knew about himself didn't, reading his mind better than he could himself. He tensed up on some words and felt his face lose all colour half way through. He may have been sat there for no longer than twenty seconds, no way near the longest of the day. Fear is not a weakness, and strength isn't an assest. I told your father that years ago. You share a lot, you should be proud. George turned his head down, hiding his face and shame from the room ahead. The Hat seemed to lift his head up a second later, testing him in one final aspect. He looked his own eyes from the ground and looked over at the table he feared most. The Hat paused a second longer and shouted finally.
"GRYFINDOR."
George gave a short and obvious sigh of relief, caught by his brother a table across from his own. He had been sat on the stool not even for a minute, he felt as if time had stopped. He made a break for the table cheering and dropped in a space besides Sadie, his heart racing and his legs like jelly. He was thankful for the privacy of those conversations, they were private and personal.
George stumbled behind Sadie and their new friend, although it was someone George hadn't spoken to yet. He would relax once he knew where he was going. He'd heard far too many 'complimentary' remarks from family during his years before Hogwarts. The last thing he needed was to grow up the polar opposite to his brother, who seemed so intent on hiding in the dark, pouring over text books laced with markings and runes he'd never seen before. However, despite his brother's rather strange personality and tendencies, the boy was Ravenclaw, it didn't matter what happened to him now. No one would assume he'd turn into the same murderer their father had been or perhaps still was.
The group soon pushed forwards towards the two large doors, opening and pushing them into a hall bigger than he'd ever imagined. Taller ceilings and a huge open and amazing sight above him. He'd never seen an enchanted ceiling before. Enchanted fires were commonplace, his own living room was enchanted, just to make the fire a brighter orange. Yet the Hogwarts ceiling seemed other worldly. It was so vivid, more so than the sky he'd ever seen in London. Most of that was clouds and even in the hills in Devon, he'd seen nothing compared to the sky that lingered within their own school; home would be a better word here. George turned his eyes down to look down at Sadie and Seine. He was more interested to see the reaction of his muggleborn friend, how she'd been so thrilled at Exploding Snap earlier. He smiled a little and stopped beside her, taking a brief second to look around the room once more. He couldn't see his brother straight away, although he gathered he'd be sat before the table clothed in blue and silver.
It was when the famous Sorting Hat began to sing and read the poetry his brother told him it spent all year writing that George turned his eyes back to the front. So long as he wasn't wearing Green for the next seven years, he was happy.
Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!
George smiled again, glancing around and making a half-arse attempt at clapping. He gave a short laugh at Sadie and nodded.
"It's the Sorting Hat-" He paused as the first name was called, flinching as he seemed to imagine himself up first. "-You'll see." He finished, turning his eyes and stomach twisting anxiety at the thing that would so quickly decide and know his fate long before he did. In the sudden change in emotions, George balled his fists and wrapped his robe sleeves into a ball. He needed to look calm, and like he knew what he was doing, like he wasn't scared. One by one, he forced himself to watch the students before him. Watching them each bounce off towards the houses he sometimes guessed correctly and sometimes didn't. The first Slytherin to be chosen was a girl he thought he recognized. He'd seen her one Christmas and no doubt it would turn out she'd be a relative closer than he expected. His mind turned to wonder at exactly how many people he was related to within the room. All Purebloods were connected somewhere and most witches and wizards tried so hard not to think of the implications and just carry on with their lives.
George pulled himself out from his out head once again and turned to Sadie as she took a second to realize it was herself whose name was next. George had pictured Hufflepuff for his friend, at least he assumed, from simple conversation that she wasn't going to be Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Those students were clever and unique upon appearance and conversation. He turned to Seine and back up to Sadie, watching her as carefully as he would watch himself. She was up there for seconds despite how slowly time seemed to pass. George passed one of the several lumps in his throat and watched as the hat boomed across the Great Hall.
"GRYFINDOR." George smiled and watched as she bounded over to the table like a small child at Christmas. He was jealous of course, he'd long to be already sat down. His eyes pulled back forwards, watching the remaining students names reel off the parchment as if with ease. Some students were sorted in seconds, others it took a moment. The event seemed to pass quickly but as the letters counted down, George felt his body shrink and cower.
He felt the boy by his side disappear off and sit under the hat, leaving him alone and very much afraid. He pulled on his robes again, hearing another booming 'GRYFINDOR' pass by his ears. His stomach leapt and his brain told him to run, his entire body acted as if the whole situation around him was life threatening. He was going to die. Yet it was in a moment that his brain kicked in. No... Why does it matter? It's seven years... Seven years and we'll be out and free to do whatever it is that grown wizards do. George forced himself to let go of his robes and watched as the letters counted down once more. He knew they were perched in N and for some reason there were plenty of them.
"Nott, George." The witch chimed, looking about and spotting one of the remaining ten students haphazardly step forwards. George's feet felt like lead, think and heavy. Yet with a grim bout of determination, the boy forced himself up the steps and lowered himself onto the stool. He was greatful for it's size. He needed to look like he wasn't afraid, like he wasn't weak... So long as he didn't see everyone looking. George sat quietly, waiting. It felt like a year when the voice finally began to speak so vividly in his head.
You've ambition like your brother, quite a lot more than him. The hat paused leaving George to force himself to keep calm again, despite the damp on his palms. You're brave yet your already afraid. The hat continued, reading off a list of things George knew about himself didn't, reading his mind better than he could himself. He tensed up on some words and felt his face lose all colour half way through. He may have been sat there for no longer than twenty seconds, no way near the longest of the day. Fear is not a weakness, and strength isn't an assest. I told your father that years ago. You share a lot, you should be proud. George turned his head down, hiding his face and shame from the room ahead. The Hat seemed to lift his head up a second later, testing him in one final aspect. He looked his own eyes from the ground and looked over at the table he feared most. The Hat paused a second longer and shouted finally.
"GRYFINDOR."
George gave a short and obvious sigh of relief, caught by his brother a table across from his own. He had been sat on the stool not even for a minute, he felt as if time had stopped. He made a break for the table cheering and dropped in a space besides Sadie, his heart racing and his legs like jelly. He was thankful for the privacy of those conversations, they were private and personal.
Sorry! I've been busy with work! I'll be online tomorrow or Saturday! I haven't forgotten you!
George leaped from excitement to apprehension to excitement once again and to every emotion in between. He'd never been so nervous. His palms were sweaty and his entire body made him shiver from the cold, or the excitement. He wasn't sure what it was but he was undeniably and positively brimming from elation and utter joy. This was finally it! This was the day they were all waiting for, every single person in the train was waiting to return to a place that would become home to them so quickly. He wondered what it would be to leave the place in their Seventh Year. To climb on the train for what would be the last time, watching a home drift away into the distance behind them, fading into nothing but vivid colours and powerful memories they would all share and pass onto their children.
George walked ahead of Sadie, keeping their place in the horde. There may not have been as many students as one of the larger muggle schools he knew existed, however the sheer number of students within their proximity was astounding. Some of them were young, some of them looked older, in their final years perhaps. He occasionally glanced around to see if his friend had disappeared, however he soon found himself no longer needing too. He could hear her loudly enough, he had no reason to search for her where he couldn't see him. He was sure that if they left arms reach, he'd hear his voice coming from down the hall. Despite everything, he was glad to have Sadie as a friend. She may not have stopped talking all day but he felt relieved to know that someone hadn't chosen to pick at him for how many muggles his father had killed or how many cases of Cruicio his father had cast. She had remained unaware the entire time. Somehow he expected it not to matter to her. She seemed so happy and content with her first wizarding friend.
He stepped off the train and watched as the taller students disappeared as an experienced troop down towards the opposite end of the platform. He soon found himself listening to an accent he was sure was more southern than his own, before feeling Sadie push him along with the bundle of students their own age. George glanced around at the faces he could see until he stopped on the speaking man. He was huge! He furrowed both eyebrows and wondered just how tall the man was. How had he gotten so tall? Was he half giant? Was he actually a giant?! George had always expected Giants to be bigger. Deep down, he sensed a small twinge of disappointment. Almost as if he'd been lied to for so many years of his life. Surely giants were as tall as the stories always told, they had to be. He hurried along after Sadie at the giant-man, legs almost running like the rest of the student body on all sides. He could tell the apprehension and excitement was pouring out of each of the children around him. He saw the same smiles and the same nervous shivers and happy giggles that were coming from every single one of them. Everyone was as excited as the next.
They arrived at the boats shortly and suddenly everything seemed so real. The castle was just over that lake and their future of magic and wonder was a short boat ride away. He passed Sadie a wide smile and followed her into the boat they'd been assigned. They set off shortly and he found himself wondering just how his brother and the other students got to school. Surely they didn't travel by boat too. Maybe they had to walk. During their journey, George hadn't felt the need to talk. Amoungst all of them, Sadie and Seine seemed to talk for them all. His eyes drew up at the horizon, waiting for the castle to appear behind the huge hills. When it did, George found himself shocked and in amazement. He'd seen manors and stately homes belonging to cousins and distant relatives but nothing compared. Nothing at all! He gawked ahead, smiling widely at the sight ahead of them. Nothing at all from going to compare to this place.
George stepped ashore as soon as they were able, preparing the climb the steps from the boat house all the way to the Great Hall. The castle was even bigger up close! He spotted Sadie dash off and knew there was no way he'd be able to catch up. He continued his pace behind them all and joined a selection of students as they began their ascent towards the castle. His legs burnt slightly when he reached the top but he put that down simply to a lack of fitness and stair climbing. He finally reached the castle and beamed at the thought of finally seeing inside. He stood behind the small group, all too busy looking at the women stood before them all to have a good look at the fellow students they'd be sharing lessons with for the rest of the year. He turned his eyes over the crowd looking for Sadie. He spotted brunettes and black hair. He even spotted the same white hair from earlier but finally locating Sadie near the front of the bundle. He eased his way through the crowd and pulled up next to her and Seine.
George walked ahead of Sadie, keeping their place in the horde. There may not have been as many students as one of the larger muggle schools he knew existed, however the sheer number of students within their proximity was astounding. Some of them were young, some of them looked older, in their final years perhaps. He occasionally glanced around to see if his friend had disappeared, however he soon found himself no longer needing too. He could hear her loudly enough, he had no reason to search for her where he couldn't see him. He was sure that if they left arms reach, he'd hear his voice coming from down the hall. Despite everything, he was glad to have Sadie as a friend. She may not have stopped talking all day but he felt relieved to know that someone hadn't chosen to pick at him for how many muggles his father had killed or how many cases of Cruicio his father had cast. She had remained unaware the entire time. Somehow he expected it not to matter to her. She seemed so happy and content with her first wizarding friend.
He stepped off the train and watched as the taller students disappeared as an experienced troop down towards the opposite end of the platform. He soon found himself listening to an accent he was sure was more southern than his own, before feeling Sadie push him along with the bundle of students their own age. George glanced around at the faces he could see until he stopped on the speaking man. He was huge! He furrowed both eyebrows and wondered just how tall the man was. How had he gotten so tall? Was he half giant? Was he actually a giant?! George had always expected Giants to be bigger. Deep down, he sensed a small twinge of disappointment. Almost as if he'd been lied to for so many years of his life. Surely giants were as tall as the stories always told, they had to be. He hurried along after Sadie at the giant-man, legs almost running like the rest of the student body on all sides. He could tell the apprehension and excitement was pouring out of each of the children around him. He saw the same smiles and the same nervous shivers and happy giggles that were coming from every single one of them. Everyone was as excited as the next.
They arrived at the boats shortly and suddenly everything seemed so real. The castle was just over that lake and their future of magic and wonder was a short boat ride away. He passed Sadie a wide smile and followed her into the boat they'd been assigned. They set off shortly and he found himself wondering just how his brother and the other students got to school. Surely they didn't travel by boat too. Maybe they had to walk. During their journey, George hadn't felt the need to talk. Amoungst all of them, Sadie and Seine seemed to talk for them all. His eyes drew up at the horizon, waiting for the castle to appear behind the huge hills. When it did, George found himself shocked and in amazement. He'd seen manors and stately homes belonging to cousins and distant relatives but nothing compared. Nothing at all! He gawked ahead, smiling widely at the sight ahead of them. Nothing at all from going to compare to this place.
George stepped ashore as soon as they were able, preparing the climb the steps from the boat house all the way to the Great Hall. The castle was even bigger up close! He spotted Sadie dash off and knew there was no way he'd be able to catch up. He continued his pace behind them all and joined a selection of students as they began their ascent towards the castle. His legs burnt slightly when he reached the top but he put that down simply to a lack of fitness and stair climbing. He finally reached the castle and beamed at the thought of finally seeing inside. He stood behind the small group, all too busy looking at the women stood before them all to have a good look at the fellow students they'd be sharing lessons with for the rest of the year. He turned his eyes over the crowd looking for Sadie. He spotted brunettes and black hair. He even spotted the same white hair from earlier but finally locating Sadie near the front of the bundle. He eased his way through the crowd and pulled up next to her and Seine.
There's fun and mischief to be had until then :D But bring on fourth year, oh so fun.
Will be interesting to see how well we can follow the books in terms of light adventures turning into dark and almost scary for the characters. Always wanted to achieve that.
I know what you mean. Also Slytherin high-five! I'll be replying tomorrow or Wednesday. Sorry about the delay again, am currently exhausted.
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