Hogwarts Awsome RPG
Chapter 1
Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry September 1
The torchlight in the office of the headmistress flickered happily against the walls, echoing the Headmistress's excited mood. 32 year-old Katrina Bical was pacing around her office and at the sound of the train whistle of the Hogwarts Express, she ran over to the window to watch the train pull into Hogsmead for the first time in three years. She smiled out of relief and then thought, "I have to get down to the Great Hall to greet my new pupils!" She ran toward the door, then immediately ran back to look at hair in the mirror behind her desk, grab her hat and adjust it on her head. Smiling at her reflection, she walked out of the room with a confidence about her and thought, "I made the right choice. This is great!"
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The students seemed to make fast friends. A group of three girls hung toward the back of the group of students moving into the entrance hall. The first girl was medium height, about 16, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. The second girl was short, 13 years old, with her light brown hair pulled into two pigtails, humming and looking around with her wide gray eyes. The last girl walked slowly, with a black cape drawn closely around her, despite the warmth of the September night. The last fireflies of the summer flickered around her reflecting red in her eyes. She hesitated at the bottom of the stairs and the first girl turned around to face her. "Calcria, just come on! You have to go to school sometime!" She looked a little irritated. The little girl smiled up at her and took the hesitating girl's hand. "Cal, we will be with you all the time, and you will make lots of friends." Her gray eyes were full of innocence. The white hand of the girl went around the shoulders of the younger one. "Of course, Hope, we will be together no matter what." Meeting the eyes of her twin sister, Calcria noted the look of doubt in the deep blue eyes. "Let's go Ceaylabelle, The other students are already in the hall." Still holding her little sister, Calcria began her way up the stairs, and into a new life.
************************ A few students took the liberty of sitting down at one of the tables before the sorting began. Everyone was to be sorted as there were no returning students. The students who had seated themselves were sitting at the end of the Slytherin table. Most of them were laughing, talking, and throwing insults with one another. One boy however wasn't joining in with the crowd. He sat staring at the head table and the banners of the different houses. A younger boy came and sat down next to him. He looked at his silent companion for a minute and then recognition came into his eyes. He piped up rather loudly, "Hey you're the last of the Gante boys aren't you?" The older black- headed boy turned around, and faced the other students at the table, most of which were half listening now. His blue eyes flashed as he said quietly, "Yes I am a Gante. Amni Gante." The little boy seemed excited and quickly said without tact, "Then why aren't you at Durmstrang? Your people are high in the deatheater ranks!" Amni looked down at the little boy, without a trace of emotion. "Were high in the ranks. That's why I'm not at Durmstrang. I don't have parents for the parental permission." He turned away and the conversation around the table resumed and the little boy shrugged and found another seat. *************************
Katrina looked out at the crowd of students milling about in the Great Hall. She stared at the students her eye flickering from one eager face to another. She felt an amount of pride in the school that she brought out of the ashes of war and gave life to. She looked around the head table and noticed that the sorceress Demetria who was to be her assistant headmistress hadn't arrived, yet. She held up her fork and looked at it for a moment before striking her glass for order. 'This is it,' she thought as she tapped the side of her glass, signaling silence. She smiled for a moment as the students settled down and then, in her most authoritative voice, she asked the students to seat themselves according to grade level, to make the sorting go more smoothly. When the students were finally seated and expectantly looking at her, she began the beginning of the year speech that she had been planning. "Hello everyone and Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor Bical." She noticed a few people craning their heads trying to hear and she cleared her throat and began again louder. "I know that many of you have never been to a magical school before, even though each one of you have magical backgrounds. There was once a time when children that were muggle-born that had magical aptitude were also present at this establishment. Even though we can not except them at this time for their own safety, I hope that everyone here will remember the past that this school and it's former leaders had. They built it up for all children, not just the wealthy purebloods but for all the children that could show any proficiency for magic. I know many of you are wondering how safe this school is right now during a time of revolution amongst the Wizarding community. I know for a fact that neither the rebellious movement nor the Dark Lord will upset the peace here. You can all rest assured that even though we don't know exactly what may come, you can always find sanctuary here." She then changed her voice to a more authoritative voice. "There will not be, under any circumstances, any fights here. You may bring the loyalties of your parents here, but no students may disparage another students because of their beliefs. I know that one of the pastimes of this school was the fierce house rivalries, but I hope now that you can put those aside and only have good-natured competition. We are all here now living together and I hope that each and every one of you will help make this community better. Make this the best group of students this school has ever seen!" At this point all the students began to cheer, signifying that the speech was over and they were ready to get the sorting underway.
********************** Ceaylabelle snorted. "What an idealist." Calcria peered out from under her hooded cloak, her bright red eyes shining. "I love to hear people talk like that. When I hear that I can actually believe that there is hope in the world." Ceaylabelle snorted again and tossed her dark hair over her shoulder. Calcria turned to her younger sister and smiled reassuringly. As Hope watched the headmistress leave to fetch the sorting hat, she began to look nervous. "Cal? What if we aren't in the same house?" She bit her bottom lip and looked at Calcria. "Don't worry, Hope! You will make so many friends that you will forget your old half-sisters are here!" said Calcria, glancing up at Ceaylabelle. Ceaylabelle grinned and turned around. Ruffling Hope's hair fondly she said, "Yeah, you're such a little cutie that I'm sure you can make big friends to take care of you. There isn't anyway that you will end up in Slytherin like me and Cal, though." Hope smiled a little and then said, "Where will I be?" Calcria smiled and said, " Oh you are very intelligent, so it is possible for you to be in Ravenclaw." "Let's hope so," scoffed Ceaylabelle. Calcria gave her a withering look and then continued. "You are also very sweet and loyal, so Hufflepuff is an option. Bravery is a Gryffindor trait and you have your moments so." Hope is looked at Calcria questioningly. "Why can't I be in Slytherin with you?" Ceaylabelle looked at Hope with a rare sadness in her eyes. Calcria saw her older twin's reaction and answered quietly, "You really don't have many of the Slytherin traits. That is more like." She stopped as she noticed the students were quieting down and the sorting was about to start.
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Amni watched from his seat as Katrina left the room for a moment and came back with the sorting hat in her hand. He raised his eyebrows as he realized that it was the same sorting hat that had always been used. He pondered this in his mind, 'That hat has sat on Dumbledore's head, Voldemort's head, and even Harry Potter's. And now it is going to sort me. What an amount of history in one worn out piece of clothing!" Katrina whisked the hat over to a stool in front of the head table ceremoniously and laid it down gently. Amni leaned forward and wondered if the rumors he had heard were true. Sure enough the hat's brim spilt open and in a loud raucous voice began to sing.
"It's been awhile, as you can see, Since I have had sat on a head. But it's a new year, a time of good cheer, Even though the old management is dead."
At this Amni snorted and thought, "Well no one ever told me that the hat had no tact." The hat continued its bawdy ballad.
"I still remember from long ago, All about the houses four. And I'm still young and quick of tongue, And can sort students more. Try me on, I won't bite. Nor scratch, nor poke, nor pinch. So try me on I'll set you right. It won't take long, it's a cinch! In Gryffindor, you'll be sure, To meet the true and brave. The Gryffindors are known best for, The sacrifices they gave.
Amni raised his eyebrows at this. 'Well, the little bugger is into politics too.' He thought. The Sorting hat sang on.
" Hufflepuffs are sweet and patient, Hard-working, loyal, and true. The Hufflepuffs make wonderful friends, A Hufflepuff possibly are you? In Ravenclaw use books, and quills, And grades to get recognition. Learning, knowledge, and wisdom are A true Ravenclaw's mission. Or a Slytherin could you be, Those of cunning and wile, A Slytherin's mind and attitude, Takes them many a mile. So where are you on the House Scale, Try me on and you will find out, In which of these traits do you exceed? That's what this sorting's all about!"
Amni joined in on the applause and wondered with a smirk, "I wonder if I could get an interview with that hat?"
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Katrina waited for the applause to die down before she started the sorting. When the hall was once again quiet, she began to explain how this unique sorting would work. "I would like Everyone to come forward according to grade level starting with the first years. Then I will call out your names one by one. When I call your name, come forward and I will place the hat on your head. All first years come forward." Katrina smiled as the smallest children in the room all flocked toward her. She looked at her list and then called out the first name. "Amano, Michiko!" A small Asian girl came forward timidly and sat on the stool. Katrina gently sat the hat down and waited. A second passed and the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" The girl scampered away and the other students directed her to her table amidst the applause. Katrina looked down for the next student. "Anderson, Dylan!" A young American boy came forward and sat down trying to look confident. "GRYFFINDOR!" He smiled at the crowd before disappearing to his table. "Billis, Hailey!" Another little girl came forward. The Hat decreed, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and another student was sorted. Katrina smiled. The sorting was underway.
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Hope felt her stomach flop as the headmistress called for third years. She walked up with her classmates and stood in front of the head table. She looked at the hat and thought, 'This won't be bad, This won't be bad.' She jumped as Katrina called for the first student of the third years to come forward. Michelle Arandred became a Slytherin. She suddenly wished that she had an 'A' last name. 'Then I could be first.' "Cook, Carrie!" "GRYFFINDOR!" 'What will I be?' "Drydas, Doug!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" 'I hope I'm with Cal.' "Finalieus, Armand!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" 'O, I wish I could get this over with!" "Greene, Cassandra!" "SLYTHERIN!" 'I wish my last name started with a "Z"!' "Gurble, Glenda!" "GRYFFINDOR!" 'I hope that there are twenty 'G' names." "Hartford, Hope!" Hope went as pale as Calcria always was. She walked up the steps and approached the stool, using all the courage in her being. The last thing she remembered thinking before the hat went over her head was, 'I hope that it fits over my pigtails.' Then darkness. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for something to happen. She nearly screamed when a little voice spoke in her ear, "Hartford, huh? Not a Wizarding name. But that has never stopped me before. I sense a lot of compassion in you. And plenty of talent, yes. Hmmm. innocent, too much for Slytherin, where you assume your sisters will be. No, You are definitely a.. HUFFLEPUFF!" The last word was screamed out loud. Hope grinned broadly as cheers erupted. The hat was lifted off her pigtails and she was quickly pointed to the Hufflepuff table on the right side of the hall. She waved furiously to Calcria and Ceaylabelle before sitting down and meeting who would be her new friends.
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Amni reluctantly got up as the headmistress called for the 5th years. He stood in the back of the crowd of students, behind a girl in a cloak. He was barely paying attention as two boys in front of him whispered as "Bical, Esperanza," was called to the hat. "She is the headmistress's little sister!" "Really? Cool!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" He rubbed his eyes as each of the whispering boys names were called. HE was becoming frustrated at the length of the ceremony. 'It's late already and there are still two grades to go after mine! We haven't even eaten yet!' He thought irritated. When "Firenzan, Marius was called, he began to move to the front of the crowd, anticipating his 'G' Name next. It all happened so quickly, that he thought later that he must have been a little rough when he pushed his way through the crowd. He hadn't meant to knock the girl down; she was just in the way! "Gante, Amni!" All the same, as his name was called he heard a gasp and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Turning around, he looked down at the person to apologize quickly but the words died in his throat. Because there sat an albino girl, the hood of her robe knocked off, staring up at him pitifully, pain in her red eyes. Before he could say anything his name was called again, more forcefully. "Amni Gante?" He looked toward the stool and looked back in time to see another girl pull the hood of the albino's cloak back over her head. He quickly hurried to the stool amid some nervous laughter. The hat was put over his head and he heard the voice in his ear. "Hmmm. Curious. You seem to have a lot of doubts. Yes, a cold sort of boy are you?" The hat cackled. Amni was tired and irritated. "Sort me already, you stupid moth-eaten rag!" He snarled mentally. The hat laughed harder and then yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" As Katrina tried to jerk the hat off of Amni's head, Amni held on tight and yelled mentally, "Why Gryffindor?" He was confused, and not in the mood to take crap from old clothes. "Because you are needed there!" This wasn't good enough to for Amni and he held the hat on tightly as Katrina tried to jerk it away from him. "WHY?" He demanded. "To save us from her." Katrina finally succeeded the tug-o-war with Amni and the hat was swept off his head before he could question further. Katrina gave him a cold look and he quietly sat down at the Gryffindor table amidst the applause and catcalls he was getting for his little "stunt". He sat with his head in his hands and watched the rest of his class get sorted. He remembered looking at the girl he knocked over in the eyes before she went up and thinking 'I'm sorry.' He didn't really care about anyone else's sorting so he just waited patiently for the ceremony to be over so he could go to his dorm room a hit pillow a few times pretending it was a certain hat.
******************** Demetria arrived through the back entrance just in time to see Amni's argument with the Sorting Hat. Demetria slipped into her seat next to Katrina's while she was calming Amni down. Several of the students who had already been sorted noticed her, then turned back to the sorting ceremony.
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Calcria accepted a hand up from Ceaylabelle, and listened to her vent about the "Stupid Jerk" in silence. 'What was it about his eyes?' She wondered to herself. She found herself mildly amused by his antics with the sorting hat. Ceaylabelle laughed and said too loudly for Calcria's comfort, "I'd want a recount, too, if that hat tried to put me in Gryffindor!" She got many laughs from the Slytherin table, who were the only ones within earshot. Calcria listened with a detached interest as, "Phoenix, Elizabeth!" was named a, "SLYTHERIN!" She sighed and wondered how long she would have to sit on the stool, with everyone staring at her oddities, before the sorting hat decided the same thing for her. She straightened up and reached for Ceaylabelle's hand as, "Pointe de Lac, Louis!" became a, "HUFFLEPUFF!" In an oddly tender moment, Ceaylabelle squeezed Calcria's hand back. "You are first, sweet sister." She undid the clasp on the front of Calcria's cloak, revealing the long white hair, and threw it at a Slytherin to save their seats. "Riddle, Calcria!" With a last reassuring smile from Ceaylabelle, Calcria turned and the crowd parted. She walked up the three steps to the raised dais, and knew that everyone in the room could see her now. She heard the hushed whispering, and the words "dark magic" and "albino" seemed to be everywhere. As the hat fell over her eyes, she saw the boy who knocked her down and heard the words "I'm sorry," clearly in her mind before darkness. Calcria sat not thinking and listened. Not a word was said. She tried to look to see if there was anything but yet again nothing. Finally a voice whispered in her ear, "Where do you want to be?" She was amazed. 'It has to be a test,' she thought, and answered, "Where ever you think is the best!" The hat went silent again and then finally whispered, "I hate sorting people like you. It always leaves me wondering." The next thing she knew the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the light hit her eyes. The crowd was cheering, like they did for every person, and Ceaylabelle ran up the platform to her saying, "It has to be a mistake, Calcria, you are the daughter of the Dark Lord!" Both twins, the beautiful earthy one and the transparent inhuman one, looked at the Headmistress for an answer. Katrina just looked at Calcria and said quietly, "Make your new house proud." Calcria looked at Ceaylabelle, who for once in her life looked broken and scared. She smiled then, and felt that a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. She looked at Ceaylabelle and gave her an evil look. "Send me a postcard when you need help with your homework." Leaving her older sister in shock Calcria walked toward her new table and family, and left the old behind.
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Ceaylabelle was shocked at Calcria's audacity. She sat down and the sorting hat barely touched her head when it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!" To this day Ceaylabelle tells any enrapt audience that it didn't touch her head, that it merely felt her Slytherin aura and yelled. But despite the brave façade that she put on, Ceaylabelle had never felt more alone in her life. Her twin sister had always been with her except for the years that Calcria had lived with her mother. But at those times Ceaylabelle had her Father and brother Rosiel to keep her company. Never did she have to do anything, it was taken care of. But here she was, about to be sharing a dorm with 5 girls she didn't even know, and having to cope with things on her own. She didn't care when, "Smith, Catherine!" was sorted a, "HUFFLEPUFF!" She sat down at the Slytherin table and picked up Calcria's cloak. She held onto it and didn't dare look back at her twin sister. Ceaylabelle's only comfort was that Calcria was as miserable as her.
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Katrina sighed and put the hat but on the empty stool. She called the group of students to order again. "Dinner is served." She clapped her hands and the ever present plates on each of the house tables were magically filled with food. As some house elves took the stool and hat away, Katrina finally seated herself and took a long drink of warm butterbeer. She sighed and looked out at all of the students. 'I hope they are all happy with their house choices,' she thought, even though as she thought it she remembered the fifth-year boy who tried to resort himself. She was so tired but the night was long from over. She turned to Demetria and said, "Where have you been?" Demetria looked at her and replied "Kai-byn was being stubborn and wouldn't leave." Katrina raised her eyebrows at this. "Don't worry, I got him to leave, he won't bother the students." Demetria replied with a smile. Demetria and Katrina turned their discussion to administration matters. As soon as everyone had finished eating, she stood once more and brought the hall to order. "I know that the night has been long and you all are probably tired and dizzy from the good food, company, and sorting ceremony. But I need your attention just a few more minutes if you please," She said, directing the comment at an unruly group of Slytherin 4th years. They fell silent and she continued. "I need you all to follow the head of your house to your house. Pay close attention to your surroundings and remember the way for you will be traveling it a lot. Also, be sure to remember the password so you can come and go in and out of your commons room. I except everyone to go straight to bed, your belongings have already been taken care of, as have pets and confiscated items." A group of Gryffindor boys went as red as their hair at this remark. Katrina hid a smile and said her closing statement for the evening. "I hope that everyone will have a fun, productive, and educational school year. Remember to treat people of all backgrounds with respect and not to let house competition get out of hand. Goodnight everybody!" The heads of houses walked to their respective tables and introduced themselves. They then led the students set off in different directions. Katrina sat back down and looked up at the starry ceiling of the Great Hall. Closing her eyes for a moment, just to rest, she thought, 'Finally. We are underway.'
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Hope smiled broadly as a black cat jumped onto her bed. Bedecked in her new pale yellow pajamas, she was taking in the room and the other three girls with her. 'I like them, Exavier.' She told the cat through telepathy. 'They are definitely nice people,' agreed the cat. Hope sighed and laid back in her bed. 'I only wish that Cal and Ceayla was in this house.' She thought wistfully, as the cat curled up in her arms and licked her hand. 'I think being in Gryffindor will do Calcria a world of good. I read about that house and I think that she will meet people their that will bring her out of her shell.' said the cat thoughtfully. Hope sleepily nodded yes and thought, 'Do you think Mommy will be proud of me? And Cal and Ceayla?' The cat purred and thought, 'I'm sure of it. I know I am proud of you Hope.' Hope smiled and thought, 'Thank you. Can you go with me to class?' the cat gave the cat equivalent of a smile. 'Tomorrow Hope. Go to sleep.' But she already was.
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Calcria's notes: Whoo hoo! I'm done with the first chapter! It took long enough to get info! *glares at Katrina* And I still don't have your story Farragant! OMAE O KOROSU! Oh well, here is a pathetic Teppie rendition of the past events of Hogwarts Awsome RPG!
Chapter 1
Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry September 1
The torchlight in the office of the headmistress flickered happily against the walls, echoing the Headmistress's excited mood. 32 year-old Katrina Bical was pacing around her office and at the sound of the train whistle of the Hogwarts Express, she ran over to the window to watch the train pull into Hogsmead for the first time in three years. She smiled out of relief and then thought, "I have to get down to the Great Hall to greet my new pupils!" She ran toward the door, then immediately ran back to look at hair in the mirror behind her desk, grab her hat and adjust it on her head. Smiling at her reflection, she walked out of the room with a confidence about her and thought, "I made the right choice. This is great!"
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The students seemed to make fast friends. A group of three girls hung toward the back of the group of students moving into the entrance hall. The first girl was medium height, about 16, with long dark brown hair and blue eyes. The second girl was short, 13 years old, with her light brown hair pulled into two pigtails, humming and looking around with her wide gray eyes. The last girl walked slowly, with a black cape drawn closely around her, despite the warmth of the September night. The last fireflies of the summer flickered around her reflecting red in her eyes. She hesitated at the bottom of the stairs and the first girl turned around to face her. "Calcria, just come on! You have to go to school sometime!" She looked a little irritated. The little girl smiled up at her and took the hesitating girl's hand. "Cal, we will be with you all the time, and you will make lots of friends." Her gray eyes were full of innocence. The white hand of the girl went around the shoulders of the younger one. "Of course, Hope, we will be together no matter what." Meeting the eyes of her twin sister, Calcria noted the look of doubt in the deep blue eyes. "Let's go Ceaylabelle, The other students are already in the hall." Still holding her little sister, Calcria began her way up the stairs, and into a new life.
************************ A few students took the liberty of sitting down at one of the tables before the sorting began. Everyone was to be sorted as there were no returning students. The students who had seated themselves were sitting at the end of the Slytherin table. Most of them were laughing, talking, and throwing insults with one another. One boy however wasn't joining in with the crowd. He sat staring at the head table and the banners of the different houses. A younger boy came and sat down next to him. He looked at his silent companion for a minute and then recognition came into his eyes. He piped up rather loudly, "Hey you're the last of the Gante boys aren't you?" The older black- headed boy turned around, and faced the other students at the table, most of which were half listening now. His blue eyes flashed as he said quietly, "Yes I am a Gante. Amni Gante." The little boy seemed excited and quickly said without tact, "Then why aren't you at Durmstrang? Your people are high in the deatheater ranks!" Amni looked down at the little boy, without a trace of emotion. "Were high in the ranks. That's why I'm not at Durmstrang. I don't have parents for the parental permission." He turned away and the conversation around the table resumed and the little boy shrugged and found another seat. *************************
Katrina looked out at the crowd of students milling about in the Great Hall. She stared at the students her eye flickering from one eager face to another. She felt an amount of pride in the school that she brought out of the ashes of war and gave life to. She looked around the head table and noticed that the sorceress Demetria who was to be her assistant headmistress hadn't arrived, yet. She held up her fork and looked at it for a moment before striking her glass for order. 'This is it,' she thought as she tapped the side of her glass, signaling silence. She smiled for a moment as the students settled down and then, in her most authoritative voice, she asked the students to seat themselves according to grade level, to make the sorting go more smoothly. When the students were finally seated and expectantly looking at her, she began the beginning of the year speech that she had been planning. "Hello everyone and Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor Bical." She noticed a few people craning their heads trying to hear and she cleared her throat and began again louder. "I know that many of you have never been to a magical school before, even though each one of you have magical backgrounds. There was once a time when children that were muggle-born that had magical aptitude were also present at this establishment. Even though we can not except them at this time for their own safety, I hope that everyone here will remember the past that this school and it's former leaders had. They built it up for all children, not just the wealthy purebloods but for all the children that could show any proficiency for magic. I know many of you are wondering how safe this school is right now during a time of revolution amongst the Wizarding community. I know for a fact that neither the rebellious movement nor the Dark Lord will upset the peace here. You can all rest assured that even though we don't know exactly what may come, you can always find sanctuary here." She then changed her voice to a more authoritative voice. "There will not be, under any circumstances, any fights here. You may bring the loyalties of your parents here, but no students may disparage another students because of their beliefs. I know that one of the pastimes of this school was the fierce house rivalries, but I hope now that you can put those aside and only have good-natured competition. We are all here now living together and I hope that each and every one of you will help make this community better. Make this the best group of students this school has ever seen!" At this point all the students began to cheer, signifying that the speech was over and they were ready to get the sorting underway.
********************** Ceaylabelle snorted. "What an idealist." Calcria peered out from under her hooded cloak, her bright red eyes shining. "I love to hear people talk like that. When I hear that I can actually believe that there is hope in the world." Ceaylabelle snorted again and tossed her dark hair over her shoulder. Calcria turned to her younger sister and smiled reassuringly. As Hope watched the headmistress leave to fetch the sorting hat, she began to look nervous. "Cal? What if we aren't in the same house?" She bit her bottom lip and looked at Calcria. "Don't worry, Hope! You will make so many friends that you will forget your old half-sisters are here!" said Calcria, glancing up at Ceaylabelle. Ceaylabelle grinned and turned around. Ruffling Hope's hair fondly she said, "Yeah, you're such a little cutie that I'm sure you can make big friends to take care of you. There isn't anyway that you will end up in Slytherin like me and Cal, though." Hope smiled a little and then said, "Where will I be?" Calcria smiled and said, " Oh you are very intelligent, so it is possible for you to be in Ravenclaw." "Let's hope so," scoffed Ceaylabelle. Calcria gave her a withering look and then continued. "You are also very sweet and loyal, so Hufflepuff is an option. Bravery is a Gryffindor trait and you have your moments so." Hope is looked at Calcria questioningly. "Why can't I be in Slytherin with you?" Ceaylabelle looked at Hope with a rare sadness in her eyes. Calcria saw her older twin's reaction and answered quietly, "You really don't have many of the Slytherin traits. That is more like." She stopped as she noticed the students were quieting down and the sorting was about to start.
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Amni watched from his seat as Katrina left the room for a moment and came back with the sorting hat in her hand. He raised his eyebrows as he realized that it was the same sorting hat that had always been used. He pondered this in his mind, 'That hat has sat on Dumbledore's head, Voldemort's head, and even Harry Potter's. And now it is going to sort me. What an amount of history in one worn out piece of clothing!" Katrina whisked the hat over to a stool in front of the head table ceremoniously and laid it down gently. Amni leaned forward and wondered if the rumors he had heard were true. Sure enough the hat's brim spilt open and in a loud raucous voice began to sing.
"It's been awhile, as you can see, Since I have had sat on a head. But it's a new year, a time of good cheer, Even though the old management is dead."
At this Amni snorted and thought, "Well no one ever told me that the hat had no tact." The hat continued its bawdy ballad.
"I still remember from long ago, All about the houses four. And I'm still young and quick of tongue, And can sort students more. Try me on, I won't bite. Nor scratch, nor poke, nor pinch. So try me on I'll set you right. It won't take long, it's a cinch! In Gryffindor, you'll be sure, To meet the true and brave. The Gryffindors are known best for, The sacrifices they gave.
Amni raised his eyebrows at this. 'Well, the little bugger is into politics too.' He thought. The Sorting hat sang on.
" Hufflepuffs are sweet and patient, Hard-working, loyal, and true. The Hufflepuffs make wonderful friends, A Hufflepuff possibly are you? In Ravenclaw use books, and quills, And grades to get recognition. Learning, knowledge, and wisdom are A true Ravenclaw's mission. Or a Slytherin could you be, Those of cunning and wile, A Slytherin's mind and attitude, Takes them many a mile. So where are you on the House Scale, Try me on and you will find out, In which of these traits do you exceed? That's what this sorting's all about!"
Amni joined in on the applause and wondered with a smirk, "I wonder if I could get an interview with that hat?"
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Katrina waited for the applause to die down before she started the sorting. When the hall was once again quiet, she began to explain how this unique sorting would work. "I would like Everyone to come forward according to grade level starting with the first years. Then I will call out your names one by one. When I call your name, come forward and I will place the hat on your head. All first years come forward." Katrina smiled as the smallest children in the room all flocked toward her. She looked at her list and then called out the first name. "Amano, Michiko!" A small Asian girl came forward timidly and sat on the stool. Katrina gently sat the hat down and waited. A second passed and the hat yelled, "RAVENCLAW!" The girl scampered away and the other students directed her to her table amidst the applause. Katrina looked down for the next student. "Anderson, Dylan!" A young American boy came forward and sat down trying to look confident. "GRYFFINDOR!" He smiled at the crowd before disappearing to his table. "Billis, Hailey!" Another little girl came forward. The Hat decreed, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and another student was sorted. Katrina smiled. The sorting was underway.
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Hope felt her stomach flop as the headmistress called for third years. She walked up with her classmates and stood in front of the head table. She looked at the hat and thought, 'This won't be bad, This won't be bad.' She jumped as Katrina called for the first student of the third years to come forward. Michelle Arandred became a Slytherin. She suddenly wished that she had an 'A' last name. 'Then I could be first.' "Cook, Carrie!" "GRYFFINDOR!" 'What will I be?' "Drydas, Doug!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" 'I hope I'm with Cal.' "Finalieus, Armand!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" 'O, I wish I could get this over with!" "Greene, Cassandra!" "SLYTHERIN!" 'I wish my last name started with a "Z"!' "Gurble, Glenda!" "GRYFFINDOR!" 'I hope that there are twenty 'G' names." "Hartford, Hope!" Hope went as pale as Calcria always was. She walked up the steps and approached the stool, using all the courage in her being. The last thing she remembered thinking before the hat went over her head was, 'I hope that it fits over my pigtails.' Then darkness. She bit her lip nervously, waiting for something to happen. She nearly screamed when a little voice spoke in her ear, "Hartford, huh? Not a Wizarding name. But that has never stopped me before. I sense a lot of compassion in you. And plenty of talent, yes. Hmmm. innocent, too much for Slytherin, where you assume your sisters will be. No, You are definitely a.. HUFFLEPUFF!" The last word was screamed out loud. Hope grinned broadly as cheers erupted. The hat was lifted off her pigtails and she was quickly pointed to the Hufflepuff table on the right side of the hall. She waved furiously to Calcria and Ceaylabelle before sitting down and meeting who would be her new friends.
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Amni reluctantly got up as the headmistress called for the 5th years. He stood in the back of the crowd of students, behind a girl in a cloak. He was barely paying attention as two boys in front of him whispered as "Bical, Esperanza," was called to the hat. "She is the headmistress's little sister!" "Really? Cool!" "HUFFLEPUFF!" He rubbed his eyes as each of the whispering boys names were called. HE was becoming frustrated at the length of the ceremony. 'It's late already and there are still two grades to go after mine! We haven't even eaten yet!' He thought irritated. When "Firenzan, Marius was called, he began to move to the front of the crowd, anticipating his 'G' Name next. It all happened so quickly, that he thought later that he must have been a little rough when he pushed his way through the crowd. He hadn't meant to knock the girl down; she was just in the way! "Gante, Amni!" All the same, as his name was called he heard a gasp and the sound of a body hitting the floor. Turning around, he looked down at the person to apologize quickly but the words died in his throat. Because there sat an albino girl, the hood of her robe knocked off, staring up at him pitifully, pain in her red eyes. Before he could say anything his name was called again, more forcefully. "Amni Gante?" He looked toward the stool and looked back in time to see another girl pull the hood of the albino's cloak back over her head. He quickly hurried to the stool amid some nervous laughter. The hat was put over his head and he heard the voice in his ear. "Hmmm. Curious. You seem to have a lot of doubts. Yes, a cold sort of boy are you?" The hat cackled. Amni was tired and irritated. "Sort me already, you stupid moth-eaten rag!" He snarled mentally. The hat laughed harder and then yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" As Katrina tried to jerk the hat off of Amni's head, Amni held on tight and yelled mentally, "Why Gryffindor?" He was confused, and not in the mood to take crap from old clothes. "Because you are needed there!" This wasn't good enough to for Amni and he held the hat on tightly as Katrina tried to jerk it away from him. "WHY?" He demanded. "To save us from her." Katrina finally succeeded the tug-o-war with Amni and the hat was swept off his head before he could question further. Katrina gave him a cold look and he quietly sat down at the Gryffindor table amidst the applause and catcalls he was getting for his little "stunt". He sat with his head in his hands and watched the rest of his class get sorted. He remembered looking at the girl he knocked over in the eyes before she went up and thinking 'I'm sorry.' He didn't really care about anyone else's sorting so he just waited patiently for the ceremony to be over so he could go to his dorm room a hit pillow a few times pretending it was a certain hat.
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Calcria accepted a hand up from Ceaylabelle, and listened to her vent about the "Stupid Jerk" in silence. 'What was it about his eyes?' She wondered to herself. She found herself mildly amused by his antics with the sorting hat. Ceaylabelle laughed and said too loudly for Calcria's comfort, "I'd want a recount, too, if that hat tried to put me in Gryffindor!" She got many laughs from the Slytherin table, who were the only ones within earshot. Calcria listened with a detached interest as, "Phoenix, Elizabeth!" was named a, "SLYTHERIN!" She sighed and wondered how long she would have to sit on the stool, with everyone staring at her oddities, before the sorting hat decided the same thing for her. She straightened up and reached for Ceaylabelle's hand as, "Pointe de Lac, Louis!" became a, "HUFFLEPUFF!" In an oddly tender moment, Ceaylabelle squeezed Calcria's hand back. "You are first, sweet sister." She undid the clasp on the front of Calcria's cloak, revealing the long white hair, and threw it at a Slytherin to save their seats. "Riddle, Calcria!" With a last reassuring smile from Ceaylabelle, Calcria turned and the crowd parted. She walked up the three steps to the raised dais, and knew that everyone in the room could see her now. She heard the hushed whispering, and the words "dark magic" and "albino" seemed to be everywhere. As the hat fell over her eyes, she saw the boy who knocked her down and heard the words "I'm sorry," clearly in her mind before darkness. Calcria sat not thinking and listened. Not a word was said. She tried to look to see if there was anything but yet again nothing. Finally a voice whispered in her ear, "Where do you want to be?" She was amazed. 'It has to be a test,' she thought, and answered, "Where ever you think is the best!" The hat went silent again and then finally whispered, "I hate sorting people like you. It always leaves me wondering." The next thing she knew the hat had shouted, "GRYFFINDOR!" and the light hit her eyes. The crowd was cheering, like they did for every person, and Ceaylabelle ran up the platform to her saying, "It has to be a mistake, Calcria, you are the daughter of the Dark Lord!" Both twins, the beautiful earthy one and the transparent inhuman one, looked at the Headmistress for an answer. Katrina just looked at Calcria and said quietly, "Make your new house proud." Calcria looked at Ceaylabelle, who for once in her life looked broken and scared. She smiled then, and felt that a huge weight had been lifted off her chest. She looked at Ceaylabelle and gave her an evil look. "Send me a postcard when you need help with your homework." Leaving her older sister in shock Calcria walked toward her new table and family, and left the old behind.
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Ceaylabelle was shocked at Calcria's audacity. She sat down and the sorting hat barely touched her head when it yelled, "SLYTHERIN!" To this day Ceaylabelle tells any enrapt audience that it didn't touch her head, that it merely felt her Slytherin aura and yelled. But despite the brave façade that she put on, Ceaylabelle had never felt more alone in her life. Her twin sister had always been with her except for the years that Calcria had lived with her mother. But at those times Ceaylabelle had her Father and brother Rosiel to keep her company. Never did she have to do anything, it was taken care of. But here she was, about to be sharing a dorm with 5 girls she didn't even know, and having to cope with things on her own. She didn't care when, "Smith, Catherine!" was sorted a, "HUFFLEPUFF!" She sat down at the Slytherin table and picked up Calcria's cloak. She held onto it and didn't dare look back at her twin sister. Ceaylabelle's only comfort was that Calcria was as miserable as her.
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Katrina sighed and put the hat but on the empty stool. She called the group of students to order again. "Dinner is served." She clapped her hands and the ever present plates on each of the house tables were magically filled with food. As some house elves took the stool and hat away, Katrina finally seated herself and took a long drink of warm butterbeer. She sighed and looked out at all of the students. 'I hope they are all happy with their house choices,' she thought, even though as she thought it she remembered the fifth-year boy who tried to resort himself. She was so tired but the night was long from over. She turned to Demetria and said, "Where have you been?" Demetria looked at her and replied "Kai-byn was being stubborn and wouldn't leave." Katrina raised her eyebrows at this. "Don't worry, I got him to leave, he won't bother the students." Demetria replied with a smile. Demetria and Katrina turned their discussion to administration matters. As soon as everyone had finished eating, she stood once more and brought the hall to order. "I know that the night has been long and you all are probably tired and dizzy from the good food, company, and sorting ceremony. But I need your attention just a few more minutes if you please," She said, directing the comment at an unruly group of Slytherin 4th years. They fell silent and she continued. "I need you all to follow the head of your house to your house. Pay close attention to your surroundings and remember the way for you will be traveling it a lot. Also, be sure to remember the password so you can come and go in and out of your commons room. I except everyone to go straight to bed, your belongings have already been taken care of, as have pets and confiscated items." A group of Gryffindor boys went as red as their hair at this remark. Katrina hid a smile and said her closing statement for the evening. "I hope that everyone will have a fun, productive, and educational school year. Remember to treat people of all backgrounds with respect and not to let house competition get out of hand. Goodnight everybody!" The heads of houses walked to their respective tables and introduced themselves. They then led the students set off in different directions. Katrina sat back down and looked up at the starry ceiling of the Great Hall. Closing her eyes for a moment, just to rest, she thought, 'Finally. We are underway.'
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Hope smiled broadly as a black cat jumped onto her bed. Bedecked in her new pale yellow pajamas, she was taking in the room and the other three girls with her. 'I like them, Exavier.' She told the cat through telepathy. 'They are definitely nice people,' agreed the cat. Hope sighed and laid back in her bed. 'I only wish that Cal and Ceayla was in this house.' She thought wistfully, as the cat curled up in her arms and licked her hand. 'I think being in Gryffindor will do Calcria a world of good. I read about that house and I think that she will meet people their that will bring her out of her shell.' said the cat thoughtfully. Hope sleepily nodded yes and thought, 'Do you think Mommy will be proud of me? And Cal and Ceayla?' The cat purred and thought, 'I'm sure of it. I know I am proud of you Hope.' Hope smiled and thought, 'Thank you. Can you go with me to class?' the cat gave the cat equivalent of a smile. 'Tomorrow Hope. Go to sleep.' But she already was.
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Calcria's notes: Whoo hoo! I'm done with the first chapter! It took long enough to get info! *glares at Katrina* And I still don't have your story Farragant! OMAE O KOROSU! Oh well, here is a pathetic Teppie rendition of the past events of Hogwarts Awsome RPG!