Order of the Psi

Ron smiled inwardly at eh frightened 1st years before him. He knew how they felt, summoned to something none were to know of, including them, until later. Five years ago, he himself been very tempted to tell Harry, but he'd withheld.

~Flashback~

Ron, who had only come to Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry, a few weeks before, had out of nowhere received a message on him bed. In tight scrawl, is asked his attendance, stating neither whom summoned him nor why, only explaining how to get to the rendezvous point, when to be there, and that it was of utmost importance that he not tell a soul being of the letter.

Of course, this meant that he was going, even though he couldn't take along his new best friend. He never knew a more nerve-wracking week before the specified date.

Under darkness, he crept about the castle, following the directions left on the summons. With each step, the pit in his stomach dropped a little farther into his feet. 'Filtch is around the next bend, I know it!' he thought before each turn.

At long last, he arrived at the tapestry of Luna the wise, on the 3rd floor of Hogwarts, and pulled it back. An ornately carved door—no, gateway of oak stood before him, standing out oddly well in the surrounding stonework. "Psi!" He whispered, and it swung on silent hinges inward.

Before him were other frightened first years, and beyond them, white robed students, seeming unearthly in such a dark room. Moonlight filtered in from a glass-seeming roof, held up by stone pillars carved in swirling vines, and it caused the hooded teens in white to glow. Even those of dark skin seemed pale.

Ron looked at their garb, and realized it must have been some sort of uniform. A pristine white robe that looked much like a large nightshirt that had to be pulled over the head for lack of buttons or hood. It had wide bell like sleeves and a rope-like belt to gather the material at the waist. Lastly, on each head, was a hat. Bucket shaped, with two tails falling across the shoulders, all the same save the symbol of pulsating blue-white emblazoned on the forehead.

Ron briefly wondered how it was possible for them to see, the hat dragged straight down past their eyes. He was knocked out of his silent musings when a sixth year, at least, Ron thought it was a sixth year—he could only go by height, spoke.

"Hello." Ron jumped as the boy's forehead symbol, an pupil-less eye with five eyelashes on top, and three on bottom, and two swirls to either side, flamed anew.

"H-hello," he managed to squeak with the chorus of first-years that were in this strange situation with him. There were maybe nine others.

~End flashback~

Ron repeated the speech he'd heard five years ago, today. Such was tradition, after all.

"Do you know why you are here?" a ripple of heads shaking. He just smiled, no one ever said yes. The first-years shied away as he rose from his floating marble chair. He gave a flourish to the grand room they now stood in, "Welcome to the Hall of Psi. You have all been seen to have the spark of sight. Uncovering it to it's full potential is our goal. The sight itself is a powerful thing, but first, the sight must be awakened, and to refine it, you must train under us. There are no shortcuts, and to let us guide your hands is a big decision that you can rely on no one to help with, for here, you know only us, and we, only you. You may either accept our offer, or decline. Accepting will have you received into the Order of Psi—us. Declining will have your memory wiped, all knowledge of this gone, and back in your bed until you power arrives on it's own." He paused to gauge their reactions.

Theirs were much like his was. Half sure they were sleeping, and dreaming a strange dream, but another half curious as to what exactly this 'sight' was.

Seeing those who had the look of 'you guide me, or I go it alone? I'll go it alone!' on their faces, Ron continued.

"Beware of the second choice, those who decline the offer made by the Psi are usually found a few years later, dead by suicide. Driven insane by the power they cannot control. That being said: Do you accept or Decline?"

The first-years, pale at the mention of insanity, nodded vigorously.

With a quick nod to his right, a white robed figure stepped forward with an added adornment to his uniform. A red sash draped over the left shoulder. Much like Ron's own black one. The red-sashed one held an ivory looking rod in his hands, vines of itself seeming to be woven around it.

Gingerly, he passed it to the first year in front of him, the boy asked, "Do you swear, to obey our laws, honor your teachings, and to never speak of us outside of our meetings?"

"I swear," The young girl said, voice shaking some with the sensation of air pressing in on her, sinking in her oaths to the very bones. Immediately, her nightdress morphed into the uniform the rest of the Psi wore, and she instinctively reached up with her left hand to touch the cap on her head. A solidly sapphire ring glistened on her ring finger.

"Then you are married to the skull aqua sept." said the red-sashed boy. A girl, with a blue sash over her shoulder, stepped forward to address the girl.

"I am Skull Aqua Alfa. I shall be your sept leader and teacher. Your designation among us shall now be Skull Aqua Theta. Welcome." The girls flowing voice soothed the nervousness of many in the room, and the new- inductee fairly skipped to her new teacher.

The rod was passed to the next student, and the next student, a boy, said the spiritually binding oaths that would connect him to he Psi for however long he lived. His ring was ruby.

"You are married to the Skull Pyro sept. I am Skull Pyro Alfa, your new sept leader and teacher. Your new designation is Skull Pyro Omega. Welcome," said the red-sashed boy. A few white-robed figures in the crowd motioned him over as he too passed the oath rod to another.

One by one they joined the Skull squadron, and different septs within it. Aqua, Pyro, Earthian, Faile, and Psi, each represented with a ring in sapphire, ruby, emerald, amber, and amethyst, respectively.

Once they were 'sorted', Ron suppressed the smile at his little mental joke, Ron Finished his speech.

"New members, you are the blind ones. Soon you will begin your training into the world of sight, but for now, the basics. You are all now a part of the Skull Squadron, the group of Psi that assembles here. There are many Squadrons, all over the world, do not ever make the mistake that we are alone! In turn, you have been separated further into septs. Each sept has a leader, indicated by a colored sash. You report to them. They report to me, the Skull Squadron commander, or as Pyro Alfa so affectionately dubbed me, Skull One. Each sept is geared to your talents, wherever they may be, Aqua relates to water, Pyro to fire, Earthian to the earth, Faile to air, and Psi to the powers of the mind. Welcome to the Order."

With that, Ron ended, sending the blind ones to learn details of their sept from their sept leaders. Quietly, he erased the memories of their faces from everyone in the room. Should they look back on this night, they would only know girl or boy. It was important none of them knew their comrades in the "real world", it would ruin the equality they had with each other, here, in the Hall of Psi.

After a time, he adjourned the induction meeting, and sent everyone to bed. Ron himself, dropped into his four-poster in the fifth year boy's dorms. 'God, that uniform gets stuffy.' He thought, and without anymore thinking, drifted into sleep.