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A few moments later Atrus stepped out of a fireplace: covered in soot, but happy nonetheless. Immediately, a house elf ran over to him and quickly cleaned him up. "Over there go the trunks Sir," a house elf said, staring at Atrus in awe as if he was the first student to floo to the school in a long while. "Oh... please excuse Torko's stares... Sir should go into the Dining Hall now!" The elf pointed toward a boy who was giving a girl a hard time. Atrus had half a mind to give the boy a piece of his mind, but he needed to make a good impression on everyone. With that decision, Atrus slipped around the two into the grand dining hall and sat next to a girl who was sitting alone.

He already knew his house because he was given a list of which houses at Gorton corresponded to which Hogwarts house. Arty would be a member of Ravencroft, which made his job a whole lot easier; he could just sit back and watch the sorting.

At the table Arty looked over at the girl and said, "Hi, I'm Atrus... I just transferred here from Hogwarts!" He felt it would be easier on him (and any friends he made) not to tell anyone that he was actually only a transfer student.

"Remy Starr... Transferred from Moonsky Academy of Sorcery in Salem Massachusetts, pleased to meet you, Atrus."

"Also a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Remy. How did you end up here in the middle of the ocean?"

"My parents said that I wasn't being studious enough, and I got really bad grades... And you?"

"Special invitation, my Dad was an alumni from here..."

Arty and Remy then enjoyed a huge feast created by the House elves and the two became very quick friends. Unlike Hogwarts, Gorton had the feast first then the sorting. There was a table for unsorted students to eat at.

After the wonderful feast finally disappeared, the Headmaster of the school got up and explained the sorting to the unsorted students, and told the students that the tropical forest on the edge of the grounds, however beautiful it may look, was hugely out of bounds and could result in 50 points deducted from the house of anyone caught in it and weeks worth of detention.

Finally the sorting began, and Arty listened closely to the names. He figured it would be easiest to make friends with the ickles than to try and worm his way into groups that had already formed. Those sorted went into one of four houses: Hawking, which in Hogwarts would be Gryffindor; Weffle, which in Hogwarts is Hufflepuff; Ravencroft, whose Hogwarts equivalent is Ravenclaw; and Rolion, who in Hogwarts would be called Slytherin.

Among those sorted were Rennee Lysin, who became a Hawking, Roxy Misterio, who was a Ravencroft, and Persephone Stone (the girl he had seen arguing when he walked in the hall), who was put into Weffle. The boy who had been seen arguing with Persephone was put in Rolion, Hallie Correl was put into Ravencroft, and Jason Black was put in Hawking. There were many more sorted, but those were the only students whom Arty had heard, as he was talking to his friend Remy.

After the delicious feast Arty was lead to a statue of a tall woman with black hair and fair skin. The person leading them (a prefect presumably) called out the word, "Wolfsbane!" The statue came to life, looked at the person, waved, and then lowered into the floor.

"Wow, that is a pretty cool entrance to a dorm... or at least I think this is our dorm!" Atrus said to Remy.

Remy simply nodded her head, and yawned she was obviously very tired from the day's events. Little did the two of them know the events of that day were not to end for at least several more hours.

They walked into a rather quaint looking room with lots of armchairs, a fireplace, and bookshelves to the ceiling on three of the four walls... and simply gawked at it. It was a bookworm's dream: this room nearly rivaled the Library at Hogwarts!

"Hello students," the teacher on the podium droned. "I am Professor Coankey. Here in Ravencroft we have several rules. You must be doing something quietly at all times, preferably reading, or studying. No going up to the dormitories of the opposite sex. No sleeping in the commonroom… it is generally not quiet."

Some of the older students laughed hysterically and said, "Sorry Professor, it's just that every time I hear this speech it never gets old!"

"Why thank you Mr. Devon. Now that Mr. Devon has yet again ruined my speech I might as well just show you…" The lady then laughed hysterically and flicked her wand. The bookshelves all flipped around to reveal normal walls, and tables pilled high with every type of sweet imaginable.

"The real rules of Ravencroft are simply to have fun. Respect those that may want to study, although you don't necessarily have to be quiet. You may sleep in the commonroom, but don't let it be a common occurrence. Don't ever go into the opposite sex's dormitory. Going there will result in a detention. You may hold parties or house activities, as long as you first get clearance from myself or any of the other house professors who sadly couldn't be here tonight. My only request for tonight is that you have fun, but please go to bed at a decent time. One of the professors will be here at two o'clock to check on you, and to shut down the party if need be." She walked out of the commonroom, after calling out, "Again, welcome to Ravencroft! Enjoy the party!"

Arty and Remy socialized all through the night and ate and drank merrily until 1 in the morning, when they finally re-met in a quiet corner of the commonroom. They chatted until a professor by the name of Professor Dark came in and told everyone that, by order of Professor Coankey, it was time for everyone to go to bed, they needed to be ready for classes in the morning, and she wanted both cups in her office again this year.

The first week flew by in a quick blur of meals and classes and talking with Remy. Quick as a blink, or so Atrus thought. It was Saturday morning, but not just any Saturday, as he walked down to the commonroom from his dorm. He went over to the bulletin board and saw signups to tryout for the Quidditch Team. Arty really enjoyed Quidditch, so he immediately signed his name under the chaser tryout category.

Tryouts, as it happened, turned out to be the next Saturday at 5:00 PM. At 4:30 of the Saturday the sign up sheet had said, Arty went down to the Quidditch Pitch carrying his customized Silver Bullet, a fairly new broom on the market that was somewhere between the Nimbus series and Firebolt series.

At the Pitch he waited while socializing with the team. When the rest of the people who were trying out showed up, the tryouts commenced. First up were beater tryouts: one spot was open, and seven people were trying out for it. The job entailed flying up to the pitch, the bludgers being released, and the person trying out defending the chasers from both bludgers repeatedly coming after them from one end of the pitch to the other.

Next up were the chaser tryouts. In this set of tryouts there were two spots on the team, since two of the ex chasers had graduated the year before. This entailed splitting into teams of two and flying with the current chaser and working together with him. Arty had teamed up with a girl named Roxy Misterio, and they were very quickly becoming friends. The group kicked off the hard earth, flew up into the air and did some little short passes, when Roxy suddenly went very long. Arty had the Quaffle, and it was about to get stolen by the enchanted dummies they were flying against, so he threw the Quaffle to Roxy with all his might. As they all watched with baited breath, in what seemed like slow motion the ball flew to the girl. She caught it with what seemed like incredible ease- she was an amazing flyer. By the time Roxy had caught it they were at the goal hoops, and she immediately passed to the current chaser, who lobbed it into the center hoop.

After tryouts were finished, the captain motioned for everyone to come down to the ground. "Thank you all for coming. For those of you who don't know me I am Patrick Gregorio, and I'm the Keeper for Ravencroft. You are all excellent flyers and it will certainly be a very difficult decision to make. I am almost positive all of you will end up making the team... though some will be reserve players. It will be especially difficult this year with only three spots on the team open for new people."

After Patrick had finished his speech, the team and team hopefuls walked up to the school for dinner. As a team tradition they all sat together at what was formerly the unsorted table, but after the sorting was over became the table of special purpose.

"That was really fun today, Patrick, you really do put together fun tryouts. I'm Atrus Valentein by the way, a second year transfer from Hogwarts!"

"Thanks Atrus, I really do try to make it interesting. I'm glad you enjoy it. I am curious… I noticed you were a really good player, were you on your house team at Hogwarts?"

"No... Well, not technically. I was on the reserves, but I never saw any action," Atrus said to Patrick. "If I'd have been put in I would have considered myself part of the team, but I wasn't, so you know how that goes!"

"Yea, I know what you mean. I was on the reserves in my first and second year, but now I am captain. Hopefully all your work will pay off... please pass the mashed potatoes and gravy?"

Arty reached over to the potatoes and gravy and passed them to Patrick. After dinner he went back to the commonroom alone, and at the statue whispered, "Wolfsbane!" The statue did its usual hello wave and went down into the floor. Arty walked over to his usual spot in the commonroom and met Remy.

"So... did you make it?" she asked.

"Don't know... We should be finding out tomorrow!"

"Oh, well. I have no doubt that you will. From what Roxy told me you were amazing, and the two of you really worked well with the chaser, and each other."

"Oh... I guess we did okay. The captain seemed to take a particular liking to me at dinner tonight, we enjoyed a fun conversation... I think he thinks I have talent. I hope he does, because he makes the decision of who gets on the team."

Remy and Atrus did some more talking, and basically just got to know each other more that night. They had become quick friends, and Arty knew they would stay friends at least all through their schooling, even though they would probably end up being separated at the end of the school year.

It was Sunday morning, the day after the Quidditch tryouts. Arty walked down groggily from his dormitory and saw Patrick posting a list of the Quidditch players. He looked over and saw Atrus and said, "Sorry Buddy..." The fifth year then moved out of the way, and Arty walked over and looked at the paper. He saw names appearing, they were the names of the team...

Keeper: Patrick Gregorio

Seeker: Lilah Delani

Beaters: Joseph Callousino and Marylou Underhet

Chasers: Zeta Haggon, Roxy Misterio, and Atrus Valentein

Captain: Patrick Gregorio

Cocaptain: Atrus Valentein

Atrus looked up from the list, rubbed his eyes, then just laughed, "Guess all my hard work here and at Hogwarts Paid off, eh?"

He looked over at Patrick, who was slightly chuckling. Arty ran up to the girl's dorm, not caring if he got a detention. Remy had to know. He ran up the steps and was about three quarters of the way up the spiral staircase when it turned into a slick ramp. He lost his footing and slid down.

Just then two girls came flying sliding down the slide/staircase. They were none other than Roxy and Remy! Arty immediately called to them, "WE MADE IT! OH MY GOD ROXY WE MADE IT... I GOT COCAPTAIN, ALSO!" Nothing could dampen his day now, except that the first practice was this afternoon and it had just started to pour.

"I can't wait for this afternoon," he said.

"It should be fun!" Roxy agreed.

"Can I come watch?" Remy asked Patrick.

"I don't see why not, as long as you're not a Rolion spy or anything!" he joked.

They all walked down to the pitch that afternoon and did a short practice. After, Patrick motioned them all into the locker room. "Alright gang... the first game of the year will probably end up being our toughest. It's going to be against Weffle!"