Taking a step off the train, Aria shivers at the cold breeze of the September night. Many other first years huddled onto the platform, looking around as older years, who had been here many times walked off the platform to an archway gate where carriages awaited them.
The small village of Bluestar was built on a bluff of a cliff, overlooking the Lake of Wishes. The village looked delightful, with its mahogany wood rooftops, ash wood walls, lit by hanging blue fairy lights. The thing that held Aria's attraction was that of a statue. She tilted her head as she walked closer to it, seeing that it was depicting that of a wolf standing on two hind legs. Its head was sticking out, snarling with its lips curled, red rubies acting as its eyes, looking onto the world before it.
Aria felt her spine quiver, her scar warming up as it looked like those eyes were gazing onto her. She felt pain…not the pain of being hit or hurt…. But the pain of sadness, grief….she didn't know why though. She had never seen this statue before, but she could tell it was old…. Very old. The way it was molded, to the ears, to the robes that covered its shoulders to their groin. In its outstretched paws, it wielded two sickles.
Her emerald eyes gazing at the powerful and ancient statue, Aria hesitantly reached out, her fingers gazing at what should have been soft fur, but was cold stone. She softly strokes it, as if she was marveling at the real creature that inspired this great work of art.
"That's Loberte," Aria jumps, huffing as Daphne stood beside her. Her cousin chuckles a bit, looking at the statue, "He's one of the ten Demonic Legends,"
"Demonic Legends?" Aria mutters in confusion, glaring at Draco who scoffs as he walks by, followed by two other boys, standing on each side of him.
"I guess you can say they're our Region's Legendary Pokemon," Ron explains with a confused look on his face, "I mean, they were around when all the Regions were one and known as Ramsei…they terrorize the ancient world, each with his or her own powers deprive from, Dragon, Flying, Dark, Electric, Ground, Rock, Ice, Water, Fire and Grass…until two of them broke off from the group. Pusida the Demonic Legend of Grass, who is said to have been the kindest of them all, didn't like the pain both humans and Pokemon were suffering under their rule and Loberte who was always following Pusida from the shadows,"
The two of them taught a group of humans," Neville continues, fidgeting in place, his hand holding Trevor's Pokeball, "trained them alongside their Pokemon and one by one the Demonic Legends were defeated. Using powerful Aura techniques, they were banished to another Realm, to hopefully never be released…for if they do, they will resurrect their kingdoms and wreak their vengeance on the descendents of those who dare rebelled against them…"
"Grimm is the only Region who really considers them real," Daphne mutters, crossing her arms, "other Regions consider them just stories, folktales, because if they were real then why did Arceus never stop them? And even then we don't remember the other eight, in fear that if we speak their names it will break the seal that keeps them from our world,"
Aria hums at this but then a loud voice calls out through the night, "Firs' years! Firs' years over here! Come on, don't be shy!" Turning their gazes, the first years saw the biggest man they had ever seen in their lives. He was wearing jackets that had been sewn together to fit him, by his side was a massive Houndstone, with drool dripping from its panting maw.
Looking at the others, Aria shrug her shoulders and headed over, crowded around the giant of man. He was softly counting under his breath as a Rotomphone floated out of one of his many pockets. Eyes flickering to the screen he nodded, "that seems to be everyone," he gave the group a wide smile, warm and welcoming, "now come along everyone! We don't want to be late! And don't worry about your things, they'll be brought to the castle separately,"
And with no other instructions, he turned around and headed off. Some of the kids yelp, but they all followed him out of the station. Slipping and sliding, they all were quiet, anxiety filling them greatly. Instead of going through the village, the man, who introduced himself as Hagrid, let them down a narrow and steep path that lead to the edge of the Great Lake. They all stared in awe as they got their first look at the castle that will be their home for the next seven years. Atop a cliff, was a castle, larger than any of the other gyms, with its many towers and drawbridges. It of course wasn't the same castle it was all those years ago when it was first built, as throughout the years repairs to make it more stronger, more sturdier haven done. Windows and walls have been reinforced with the best material money can buy, to withstand both weather and Moves from Pokémon. The windows sparkle almost like candlelight, making it more believable that they had stepped into a fairy tale.
"No more'n four to a Lapras!" Hagrid calls out, gesturing to the lake, where majestic blue Pokémon emerge from its depths. Aria turns to see Daphne gasp, her eyes wide in awe as she stares at these elegant Pokemon with their long necks and rounded horns on top of their kind faces. The other students grabbed onto the blunt spikes, climbing onto the gray shells on their back.
"I want one," Daphne mutters as she follows Aria, Ron and Neville to one Lapras, "their the most gorgeous Ice Type in the world,"
"Maybe one day," Aria smiles, gripping onto one of the blunt spikes as the pod of Lapras moves off all at once, gliding across the lake. The closer they got, the more excited the children felt. Even Aria couldn't help but smile wildly, jolting a bit when she felt an enormous amount of aura surrounding her. It was so much that she almost fell off Lapras, if Ron didn't grab her and pull her up.
"You ok?" Ron wheezes a bit, possibly from how heavy the automail made her.
"Yeah… just wasn't expecting that much aura," Aria replies, blinking her eyes up at the castle. The massive fortress was even more amazing up close. None of the books or brochures did it justice.
"Mind your heads!" Hagrid orders bending down on the large Lapras he rode. All of them quickly followed, ducking their heads as the Lapras glided into a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening into the cliff side that was shaped like that of a Sharpedo. They were carried all the way to the end of the tunnel where there was an underground harbor. Waiting at the pier for them was none other than Professor McGonagall, wearing the same outfit she wore when she came to deliver her letter in Gearpool. That of a black pleated skirt and a dark emerald fitted jacket with a white dress shirt underneath. The only difference was that she now wore a white lab coat over it.
She nods her head to Hagrid before she turns her gaze to the First Years, "Form a line of two if you would please," she waits for them to do exactly that, Aria standing beside Daphne with Ron and Neville behind them. Nodding her head she gave them all a kind smile, "Welcome to Hogwarts Academy for Gifted Trainers. I am Professor Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress, Head of Gryffindor and Professor of Pokemon Care. Upe these stairs," she gestures to the stairs behind her, you will be brought to the Great Hall. The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before that you must be placed into your House. So that way you may take your seats," she chuckles a bit at her own joke, "The Sorting is a very important ceremony, because your House will be something like your family here at Hogwarts. You will sleep in your House dormitory, and spend free time in your House common room,"
She looks at them all with her green eyes, pausing to let the information sink in, "The four Houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each House has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding trainers and individuals. While at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your House points, while any rule breaking will lose you points. At the end of the year, the points gained will be counted up and the House with the most points will be awarded the House Cup, a great honor. I hope each of you will become a great credit to whichever House becomes yours,"
Professor McGonagall pauses again, allowing them to comprehend the new information. Her eyes linger on a few of them, to Neville's blazer that was slipping down his shoulder, to Ron's smudged nose and even Aria as well. To the boots that Aria wore but Aria gave the Professor a look and she rolled her green eyes slightly amuse. "I shall now lead you to the Great Hall, follow me please and try to smarten yourselves up a bit."
The First Years began to follow Professor McGonagall up the flight of stairs where a giant wooden door stood before them. Aria tilts her head, seeing a sort of cat carved into the wood. They had little thorns acting as horns, and their tail seemed to be replaced with a large leaf. But she couldn't get a better look at them as the doors parted revealing the entrance hall. The walls were lit with flaming torches, along with a large chandelier above them. There was another wooden door to the right, and a magnificent marble staircase facing them.
Biting at her lip, Aria and the others follow Professor McGonagall through the next pair of doors. The Great Hall was large, having to hold many students at once. Four long tables, laid with glittering golden plates and goblets were lit by thousands of Litwicks floating in midair.
Many students, and their Pokémon starred as the First Years kept walking forward. Aria kept looking forward, trying to ignore the burning stares. In front of them at the end of the hall was a large table where the staff sat. But their gazes were staring as two Machoke carried a mirror into the Great Hall, in front of the staff table. It was huge, and golden, the glass dark and Marley. When the Machoke dropped it, many of the first years gasp thinking it would crash into the ground. But instead, it floated in place.
Professor McGonagall nodded her head to the two Machoke who marched out of the room before she turned her gaze to the mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Sort our new students so they may walk through our halls,"
The First years look confused before green fire bursts onto the mirror's surface making many of them cry out. Their eyes widen, they watch mystified as a theater mask slowly simmer into view. The whole hall grew quiet before the mask began to speak.
"I am the Sorting Mirror, forged in the aura of the Founders. Step forward so I may sort you into the House that beckons you,"
"When I call your name," Professor McGongall began to explain, a Rotomphone floating above her, "you will step forward and gaze into the Sorting Mirror and let it decide your House," waiting a few moments she calls out, "Hannah Abbot!"
A girl with blue eyes and blonde hair in pigtails slowly walks out of the line. She rubs her fingers together trying to calm down as she gazes into the mirror. As soon as she stepped into its gaze, the Mirror began to glow a brilliant white. For about ten seconds, before it changed into a brilliant yellow and a roar sounded out. The image of a Railkou appeared on the glass, standing tall, "Hufflepuff!"
The table to the left erupted into cheers, clapping madly. Aria watches as Hannah walks over to the table being greeted by Cedric and Tonks. The stripes of the blazer turning into a golden yellow as the symbol of Raikou appear on her left shoulder.
"Susan Bones!"
Everyone began to whisper as a silver-haired girl emerged from the line.
"Amelia Bones' niece,"
"The Heiress of the Bones Family,"
Like with Hannah a yellow light emerges from the Mirror. Susan smiles as Raikou roars out, turning in her heel to walk over to the Hufflepuff table and sit beside Hannah.
Terry Boot was next, a shrill cry shrieking from the mirror as a bright lavender shined from the glass as a Galarian Articuno glided into view. The table to the right was the one to clap and cheer this time, soon followed by a Mandy Brocklehurst. But a Lavender Brown was the one who made the table next to Ravenclaw erupt in wild cheers as Solgaleo roared onto the surface of the mirror. Aria turns her head to the table as Lavender walks over, her stripes becoming a brilliant white. She knew many people expected her to follow in her parent's footsteps but she frowned more as she stared at the table. Gryffindor was the loudest to welcome their new Housemate, cheering, clapping and whistling. They had to be silent by Professor McGonagall giving them a look before she calls out for Millicent Bulstrode.
Aria liked parties, she liked being loud, but she also liked the quiet. Days spending time in the darkness of a cupboard would do that to someone. She knew she shouldn't judge by just looking at them, but something in her knew that if she was sorted into Gryffindor, she would never know peace. She wouldn't have time to research about Aura…they will probably keep asking questions about her automail…or if she doesn't do something that they expect the Girl-Who-Lived should do, they'll turn their backs on her. Turning her head as Bulstrode was announce Slytherin by the roar of a Rayquaza she knew that she wasn't going to be sorted into her parents House.
"Hermione Granger!"
Hermione takes a deep breath, her eyes flickering about, "Oh no…okay, relax," she whispers, stepping out of the line, running towards the mirror almost eagerly.
Ron leans forward a bit, whispering, "Mental that one. I'm telling you," he grunts in pain when Daphne stepped on his foot, "Ow! Greengrass!" he hops a bit, face scrunched up in pain, "That hurt," he whines ignoring how Daphne shushes him.
Hermione stood at the mirror, staring at its depths, "Right then…mmmh right," the mirror hummed before the mask nodded its head. The shrill cry of Articuno echo through the Great Hall, making Hermione smile wider than ever as she turns around to join the Ravenclaws.
Daphne was called next, and Aria's cousin kept her head up proudly as she walked over. Like Susan, whispers rang out from the students.
"Greengrass? You mean Regulus Black's daughter?"
"Great as if we need more of that Family here…"
"I heard there two Children of Black coming to Hogwarts this year,"
"Wonder which one of them takes after that traitor, Sirius Black,"
Aria grits her teeth in anger and rage. She couldn't wait til Sirius' name was clear and they all eat their words. But Daphne didn't seem to mind the words that were whispering about her, standing in front of the mirror's gaze with an emotionless look on her face. A small smirk grew on her face as Rayquaza's roar announced to all that she was a Slytherin.
More names were called, more people were sorted. Many snorted when Neville was called to step forward. The pink haired boy tripped on his feet a bit, and almost landed on the stone floor face first if he hadn't been caught by Professor McGonagall. The snickers stop when Nevilee stood in front of the mirror for three minutes, all their eyes holding amusement now turning into gazes of interest. It was when the roar of Solgaleo called out and the welcoming cheers of Gryffindor that calmed the panicked look on Neville's face. He quickly turns, almost bumping into Morag MacDougal on his way to the table.
Swaggering forward, Malfoy smirks as he steps forward. Aria saw that there was a flicker of annoyance and anger in his grey eyes as the whispers that had followed Daphne were much worse for him. The offending look on his face turned into a pleased grin as he was welcome into Slytherin. After Malfoy many more names were called up, Moon, Not, Parkinson…a pair of twin girls named Patil, one who went into Ravenclaw, the other in Gryffindor…a Perks before finally.
"Aria Potter!"
It was quiet in the hall as Professor McGonagal announced her name, before everything exploded. They weren't really whispers, almost like shouts. Many students were rising from their seats, trying to get a better look at her.
"The Girl-Who-Lived,"
"The daughter of the Saviours,"
"Potter? Did she really say Potter?"
"Do you see her scar?"
"It doesn't look like a lightning bolt,"
"Why is she so small,"
Aria stills, her eye twitching before she turns on her heel, "WHO ARE YOU CALLING LITTLE?" She screams loudly making everyone jump back.
"Miss. Potter!" Blinking Aria turns to Professor McGongall, chuckling a bit while rubbing the back of her neck. She quickly walked towards the Mirror, staring at the theater mask.
"Huh… so finally a Potter has once again enter these halls," Aria jumped when the voice of the Sorting Mirror spoke in her head, the surface turning a bright white almost blinding her. "There were once many of you, many children of the Most Ancient and Most Noble House of Potter… but thanks to that war there is only you… which saddens Hogwarts,"
"Hogwarts is alive?" Aria thought, reasoning that since the mirror was speaking in her head then she could speak back through her mind.
"Oh yes! After so many years, absorbing all the aura of the students and teachers who walk though her halls and even before then when it was under the care of Rowena's family before she open its doors to keep those to use aura safe. But bah! Now is not the time for remembrance! Now is the time for your Sorting! Hmmmm, very difficult… all four would be fighting over you, Young Potter."
Aria tilted her head, "I'm sorry but what's difficult?"
"You have plenty of courage, and not a bad mind no matter what your relatives had you believe. The things you have done, you will need a brain to do it and Rowena would had started using her Honchkrow against the others as soon as she spotted you. Though while you do have a thirst of knowledge…you are more temper on how you use it. So I don't think that neither Ravenclaw nor Gryffindor would fit you,"
Aria shoulders slump in relief at this, "Ah I see! You didn't want to go to Gryffindor… hmmmm very particular but I can understand your reasoning. You want to stand out of their shadows, you want to make your own mark. A sense of ambition…yes there is only one house for you…SLYTHERIN!"
The shrill roar of Rayquaza made everyone stare, but Aria took no mind of it, watching as her stripes turned a brilliant emerald green. She smiles, turning on her heel and heading to the Slytherin table. It was quite in the Great Hall, hardly anyone believing it, until Fred and George Weasley jumped up from their seats.
"WE GOT POTTER!"
At that moment the whole table of Slytherin exploded into cheers, being more wild than they had for the other students. Aria couldn't stop the grin on her face as she sat down next to Daphne. Now that she was sitting down, she could look at the staff table properly. Her eyes widened as she recognized the man with messy blond shoulder-length hair with brown streaks in it that partially hung in his face. His blue eyes looked tired, staring at the students wearing a baggy black shirt and violet pants.
"Arven?" She whispers but turns her attention back to the sorting when Ron's name was called. The poor boy was an almost pale green as he stood in front of the mirror and it looked like he was about to pass out when Solgaleo roared out, signifying that he belonged in Gryffindor. Aria clapped loudly while Daphne snorted as Blaise Zabini was made a Slytherin. The two Machoke came back and gently grabbed the mirror, taking the Sorting Mirror from the chamber.
Everyone quiets down as a man with long silver hair and beard, long enough to be tuck under his belt, stood up. Aria frowns, staring at the man, taking in the crooked nose that seem to have been broken twice, to the blue eyes that shimmer in happiness at the sight of them. He was wearing a bright purple button up shirt that had yellow stars, and brown khakis. Like many of the other Professor he two was wearing a white lab coat.
"Welcome! Welcome to Far Far Away Island! Home of our great Academy!" he smiles happily at all of them, "I have a few announcements to make but I think we can all wait til we have been fed and water," he chuckles a bit before he nods his head to the Wigglytuff that was standing beside his throne like golden chair, "Wigglytuff if you would kindly?"
Wigglytuff hops up, their green eyes lit up in joy as they spread their arms, "Wiggly! Wiggly Tuft!" a bright flash of light blinded the students for a second. Aria hisses rubbing her eyes, but her mouth drops open as the dishes that laid bare on the table were now filled with food. The first years stare a bit before they joined in with the older years, piling their plates with food and releasing their Pokemon.
"My mother is the Gym Leader of Levincia," Blaise Zabini explains as a Spinarak crawls along his back, "My father though, before his death came from Grimm and he had mother promise her to allow me to come here for my schooling. I'm ok with it, I get to know more about him and I can get away from my sister," he frowns at the mention of said sister, "She thinks that because she's the oldest that she will inherit the Gym but…" he shakes his head, "She was adopted by my mother when our parents married.."
"The whole castle is huge," Gemma Farley, the Fifth Year female Prefect explains, "It is very much easy to get lost in. Luckily tomorrow, you will be given a tour of the school, show where some of the classes are…"
"What about the battle fields," Vincent Crabbe, one of the boys who had followed Malfoy off the train asked. Aria scrunched up her nose as he spoke with his mouth full of chicken. Farley didn't seem pleased about it either.
"Hogwarts has a ton of battlefields, you will have many places to go train your team in private or even with others if you want to have actual battles.,"
"Or if you want to have an excuse to just fight," Fred Weasley smirks with a grin, turning to his twin. The two ignored the glare that Malfoy gave them, "Many disputes between students are settle between a good old Battle, though you lot probably won't be making big waves just yet,"
"But give it time," George chuckles, throwing two rolls at a Nidorina and Nidorino, "With the Professors you have it won't be long before you master the basics," he turns his head towards the staff table, "Though it seems nap time has finally been canceled…shame I had enjoyed the extra hour of sleep,"
"Nap time?" Daphne asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Professor Binns," Farley answered, "He was a Cofrigurius who taught History and the only exciting thing about his class was when he explained how he died. Lots of his students would fall asleep in his class, someeven brought pillows to his classroom. Though I'm not surprised that he got sacked. Professor Honey didn't seem too happy with how the school ran, and those Union members that I saw when the school year ended,"
Aria, who had grabbed a piece of mango cake for herself, looked up at the staff table again. Her gaze drifted to Arven again, watching as he talked to two Professors. One wearing all black with a Crobat sitting on the back of his seat and the other had a particular purple turban wrapped around his head. She blinks as their eyes flicker over to her, munching on her cake before she looked down at Alphonse, "I don't like how they are looking at me,"
"Cyn?" Alphonse tilts his head, before turning his head towards where Aria had been looking. Smoke rose from his spots, and his little lips curled showing his sharp fangs. Aria chuckles and scratches at his neck to calm him down, grabbing a bowl of peas for him to munch on.
"Hey Farley?" the Prefect looked up, "Who are those two?"
Farley turns her gaze, "Oh, that's Professor Snape and Professor Quirrel. Professor Snape teaches Potions while I don't know what Professor Quirrel teaches…though he use to teach biology two years ago before he took a leave from the school,"
At that moment, once they all finished eating, the Headmaster once more rose from his chair. Wigglytuft raises his paws and a bright light flashes once more, taking away the plate and making the tables clean once more.
"Now that we all have a wonderful meal, I shall try to make the announcements brief so you can all head to the nice warm beds you are clearly thinking of. First, I don't doubt you have noticed the added members of our own table. I would like to introduce you to Professor Burbage who has kindly taken over for Professor Binns in History," he raises a hand as the students show mixed reactions. Some cheer happily while others groan in dismay, "I would also like to welcome Professor Sada who is now the teacher of Home Economics which is now a mandatory class for all years and has gladly taken over as Head of Slytherin,"
There was silence at this announcement, before whispers began to burst out. Malfoy's grey eyes were wide in disbelief and shock, his mouth dropped open in horror. He wasn't the only one, but more than one Slytherin showed relief at the news.
"Maybe now everyone won't think us as evil,"
"Or we might actually get help!"
"Right? The last time I went to Snape and he called me a dunderhead for not figuring this out. I just asked for more explanation on the electives!"
"And of course, I will like to welcome back Professor Quirrel, our old Biology teacher who has gladly agreed to take over the position of Battle Studies," there was a round of applause, welcoming the new Professors. "Now, First Years should note that the Forbidden Islands are in fact, as the name implies, forbidden. The reason why is that it is the home of many Pokemon that will attack you violently. Seventh years will only be allowed to go in, if given permission by a Professor. There are many other islands that you can visit in search of new teammates. Such as Dragon's Keep, Fairy's Fall, Smokey Pass…" he laughs a bit when Professor McGonagall coughs at him, "Madam Profrey has asked me to remind you all that while her doors are always open to please not push you're Pokemon or yourself to hard,"
He paused, giving them all a look, sweeping his gaze over them, "In another note, this Sunday, tryouts for Royal Raid, Football, Basketball, Tennis and Ruby will be held. If anyone is interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch," he smiles as there were many cheers going for that announcement, "And lastly, this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death,"
The silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The Headmaster gave a solemn nod, "Now…you're Prefects will lead you to your House Dormitories. I wish you all a good rest, so you may focus on your academic futures here at Hogwarts,"
At that Farley rose up, followed by a boy about her age, "First year Slytherins, follow us!" she announced smiling as she watches them clamber out of their seats. Holding Alphonse close to her, Aria and the other Slytherin first years follow the two through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall and down a narrow spiral staircase.
"Our Dormitory is in the dungeons," Farley explains as she lead them down to a wall, "And this is the entrance to the Slytherin Common Room," she smirks at the confuse look on their face, staring at the bare wall, "In order to enter, one must simply speak the correct password," she turns towards the stone, "Aspiration,"
The first years stare in shock, some jumping back as a stone body of a Rayquaza rose up from the floor, forming into an arch. In that arch a door appeared, which they all scramble through. Aria and Daphne found themselves in a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling, from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an elaborate carved mantelpiece, several others were silhouetted around it in black leather, green button chairs and sofas. Pictures hung on the walls, featuring graduated Slytherins that had became grand Trainers to represent the house. The whole room was cast in a low green light, coming from the windows where water could be seen. "Is our Dorm underneath the lake?"
Farley turns to them and smiles, "Now I know you all want to head to bed but let me tell you a few things. First, welcome to Slytherin, you have been chosen to this House so you learn to step onto the path of greatness. But to do so you must follow some rules. All disputes must be handled in House. Because you are wearing green, Gryffindor will be against you, except for a fair few if we're lucky. Don't give them a sign of weakness that they may think they can attack you. Second is that you must keep your grades up, but don't feel you can't ask us. Us Prefects and the Housewarden will gladly help you if you can;t understand something. Now I think that is enough for tonight, you all will be here at seven oclock so we can lead you back to the Great Hall for breakfast tomorrow. Afterwords, Professor Sada will be not only giving you your schedule but will give you a tour of the school," she smiles a bit, "Now, girls on the left and boys on the right…have a good night to you all,"
Blinking sleepily, Aria and Daphne followed up the metal stairs and into their dorm room, which was a large circular chamber that held four wooden four-post beds, draped in emerald curtains and silver sheets. Too tired and too full to talk much, the four girls headed to the beds where their bags laid.
Climbing into the bed, Aria sets Alphonse down onto the soft mattress, and pulls the covers. Taking a deep breath she slips her clothes off and changes into a simple shirt and sweatpants. Grabbing her carekit, she did a simple check over on her automail. Grimacing in pain, she rubs her shoulder and leg where flesh meets metal before putting the carekit away. Yawning, she flops onto her back, turning on her side and smiling at Alphosne who was curled into a ball next to her head. Softly booping his nose, Aria closes her eyes, falling asleep almost at once.
Sorry for the long wat everyone! I had hope to have this updated on monday but ao3 went down for a while as we all know...so I didn't feel like writing, but now we have the sorting ceremony! And I am very much please with how I written with this book!
I in fact have been watching walkthroughs of Hogwarts legacy and that game has been giving me ideas. So if you see some stuff that had come from the game...well now you know. Anyway it gives me so many good ideas, and will defiantly help me write up classes.
Anyway I hope you all enjoy this chapter! Please leave a review!