When The Elite headed back into the Great Hall the sorting was over. They one sweeted and headed to their own tables. Triple H sat down and Mr. McMahon stood up.
"And now a few words. This year we are welcoming a new teacher, my daughter Professor Stephanie McMahon," he said.
"Hey, can I sit here?" Matt asked the kid from the train earlier, Marty, he nodded. Mr. McMahon continued.
"She will be filling the position of our Astronomy professor. I am also required to inform you of the current situation of the world by the Ministry of Magic. There is currently a worldwide search for 鈴木軍, a terrorist organization that has been torturing and killing recently throughout Europe and Asia. Their calling card was recently discovered in Wales, thus there will be an official curfew of sundown, meaning no one is to be outside of their common room past sundown. And as always the Forbidden Forest is, as the name suggests, forbidden. That means you, CM Punk," The Headmaster said, looking at Punk who smiled innocently, "and with that, may you have a good year," he said waving his hands almost dismissively. Food appeared on the plates in front of everyone.
"I'm Marty Scurll," Marty said to Matt, cutting up the roast beef in front of him.
"Matt Jackson," Matt replied, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm Cody," the bleach blonde on Marty's other side said.
"Just Cody?" Matt asked.
"I lost my last name in a bet, damn Fed," Cody said.
"What?" Marty asked.
"I just call them the Fed, they cursed me so I get a mark every time I say my last name, have to pay them for each mark," he said showing his wrist, it already had a bold black line, like a single tally mark.
"That sucks man," Matt said, trying very hard not to laugh.
"It's not funny!" Cody said, noticing the other kids hiding their chuckles. Marty and Matt started laughing.
"Hey, First years," Punk said, standing on his seat, "Me, Aleister, and Graves're gonna explain how shit works here."
"We are?" Corey asked, mouth full of mash and chicken. Aleister didn't even look up from the homemade probity probe he was trying to fix.
"Fine, I am going to explain everything," Punk said, "there are a few groups here, you should steer clear of," He said, "The Club, Tama's guys here, just don't make them mad, they're good. Hufflepuff's LIJ are weirdos, just, watch out I guess, don't steal Bushi's mask."
They all looked over to try and catch a glimpse of said mask.
"And Chaos in Ravenclaw," Punk continued, "they're not so bad, but they think they're great. Basically I wish I'd known that when I started here, 'cause if you prank one of 'em, the whole gang come after you."
"Be honest Punk, you'd've messed with them even if you knew," Corey said.
"True, but then at least I'd know to hide for a bit," Punk said.
Trent Baretta picked up a plate of mash and stuck it to the back of Adam Page's head then he and Chuck calmly left to go smoke in the bathroom.
"What the hell?" Adam asked trying to get it out of his hair.
"Wow, those two are really dicks," Matt said.
"とんちき!" Hiromu yelled after the two best friends.
"You good Adam?" Marty asked, looking at the kid.
"Yeah," Adam said. A ghost flew through the table and started laughing at Adam.
"Hey, Joey, we're trying to eat," a long haired kid with a guitar strapped to his back said.
"Eat this Elias!" Corey said throwing a pen at the Hufflepuff.