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 Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:25 pm
 Welcome, to Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry! We sent out letters to those of magical talent, and those who had already enrolled this previous summer and are expecting a whole new round of fresh meat first years. So be it your first time on campus, or returning year, find a seat in the Great Hall and prepare for the Sorting Ceremony. Oh, and please don’t mind the ghosts.
Sincerely,
The Headmaster
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:27 pm
HOUSES. Gryffindor
Becca Germasi - Fifth Year - PREFECT
Ranna Stielhart - Third year
Marquis Leite - First Year
Hufflepuff
Tracita de'Silvar - Fifth Year - PREFECT
Perlain Wyrep - Sixth Year
Marley Quipp - Third Year Ravenclaw
Nikkel Tribb - Fifth Year - PREFECT
Zachary Grant - Second Year
Vita Mitchell - Second Year Slytherin
Jaye de'Medici - Fifth Year -PREFECT
Mattie de'Medici - First Year
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 7:28 pm
House Points
CURRENT ISSUE: Piper.
Gryffindor: 0
Hufflepuff: 0
Ravenclaw: 0
Slytherin: 0
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 8:37 pm
 It was too ********' happy. In the torches looked like they wanted to puke rainbows or something. Like hell if he was going to sip at whatever the hell it was everyone was drinking, either. It was probably spiked with estrogen. And who the hell came around with candy on the freakin' train ride? Proper trains had people that tried to mug you and hobos every other seat. Not brats that tried to coerce you into singing. He refused, mind you. He did not, would not, and will not ever be caught singing. Ever.
He looked around uncomfortably for Jaye. Despite himself, he wanted to at least recognize a face. Even if it was one he could punch in later. Jaye would no doubt be thrilled to see him and try to drag him everywhere to meet all his sissy friends. How he had managed to get out of being in Hufflepuff was a mystery to Mattie and probably everyone in Slytherin. Mattie cringed at the idea of sharing a house with Jaye. But then, what were his alternatives? He could be in Huffl- no. Ravenclaw? ... ... No. Gryf-- no. He tsked to himself and mumbled something about ******** idiots, every last one. He got an astonished look from the girl next to him, to which he responded with a sharp scowl.
"Ladies and gentlemen." A loud voice rang out across the hall. Mattie glared at the woman it belonged to. She didn't look like she was worth listening to. "It is now time for the sorting. Let it begin!"
A horribly loud cheer rang out in the hall and all eyes turned to the table of first years in the back of the room where Mattie was sitting. Mattie scowled back at them all. Someone nudged him and told him not to be scared. He punched back in the general vicinity. Hmph. He wasn't scared.
"Daisy Forpe..."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 10:53 pm
 The boat trip? It had been so. ********. Awesome. There had been a giant octopus in the water too – no kidding, it was fricken’ Squidzilla! – and he’d even gotten to shake one of it’s... tentacle sucky thingos. It was all slimy and gross and cool! The Hogwarts castle looked like something out of a fantasy RPG video game, but was ten times better because there was no map restrictions and the NPCs talked. The candles were floating.
To briefly summarise, Marquis Leite was quite excited. Growing up as a muggle – he’d learnt that word on the train here while he’d stuffed his face with those wiggly chocolate frogs – even something as simple as a painting that moved was exciting to the point of pants-wetting for the boy, and it was all he could do to stop himself from bouncing about on the balls of his feet. A grin slashed from ear to ear, white teeth sparkling merrily, and the blonde’s cheeks were flushed with excitement. Even amongst the other first years, twelve and thirteen at the best, Marquis was standing half a head shorter than the rest of the pack. He simply made up for it by standing on tippy-toe once that old, ugly hat started singing. Heh, singing hat. His uncle was never going to believe him when he wrote home.
“Where do you think you’re going to go?” Someone, another boy, whispered. Um...
”Huh?” Which house, he was told, and the boy just shrugged. ”Eh, doubt m’gunna get much choice’n it. What comes, comes sn’all.”
No-one could accuse Marquis of being scared, that was for sure. Shoving his hair back out of his face, the blonde once again craned his neck to bring a wobbly sightling with the chair into view.
“Mattie De’Medici!”
”Oooh, I wonder who that is.” Marquis mumbled, getting strange looks from the kids next to him. ”... what? Oh man, I said somethin’ dumb, didn’t I?”
No time for explanations though, another person was being sent to a table! Exciting!
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:07 pm
Not me. Not me. Anyone but me. Please don't say my name. Wait until last. Not me. Not me. Low profile, think invisible thoughts...
"Mattie ******** ******** ********> The entire Great Hall went considerably quiet. He heard a few people start to whisper excitedly. 'Oh, I didn't know there was a brother', or 'I wonder if he's as cute as the other one'. <********. I'm already being associated with Jaye, Mattie thought, heaving himself up from his seat at the table of first years slowly. He was gunna take his damn time. ”Oooh, I wonder who that is.”Mattie blinked. Seriously? He turned around and scowled and the tiny blonde. He didn't need any sarcasm. a*****e. He muttered something about a stupid accent and started shuffling towards the hat.
"Mattie de'Medici."
"Yeah, I heard you." Mattie growled out loudly, glaring right at the woman calling out names. All the whispering hushed and all of a sudden he could feel the eyes focus in on him. His scowl just deepened. Ugh. Why the hell did it have to be a hat? Couldn't he just fill out a form an find out in a week? He sat on the stool, refusing to make eye-contact with anyone in any of the tables. Including the overly excited green-eyed blonde waving obnoxiously from the Slytherin table. Jaye was definitely present.
The hat was delicately lowered near Mattie's head and barely touched it before-- "SLYTHERIN."
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:29 pm
Oh yes, he felt the glare. Unfortunately, Marquis didn’t know why on earth he was being glared at by one Mattie de’Medici, so the irate boy only received a bewildered stare in reply. What, did he say something?
”Huh, asswipe.” He muttered, shaking his head.
“He’s a pureblood.” That kid from before, who was sporting a rather large set of ears Marquis noted now, whispered. Well, wasn’t he all smart for knowing who was who.
”N’what the ******** s’that mean?” Marquis grumbled, plonking back down onto his feet properly simply because he wasn’t really interested in what house an asswipe was sorted into. The kid babbled something about blood lines and breeding and everything, before Marquis came to a conclusion.
”So he’s inbred.”
You could almost see the circle of first years faint around him. Bit of a taboo phrase, that one, no matter how true it might have been. Of course, no-one had the chance to tell Marquis that, because it was around then that his name was called out by the vice-headmaster. ”Oh! S’me!”
It seemed that the inbred kid had gone over to the green table – Slythering? Something like that – so Marquis didn’t have to worry about bumping into him as he bounded over to the stool. He practically jumped onto it - who’s idea was it to have such a tall stool for a first year? – swinging his feet backwards and forwards in an annoyingly peppy manner as the hat was lowered onto his head. The hat was big on most students, but for Marquis... it covered his entire head.
Oh gods, it’s Omnomnoming meeee!
The hat had a chuckle, and whatever conversation they had will remain a mystery to us forever. One could almost feel the blonde grinning under the grotty material, and his legs remained swinging until the hat finally hollered out. ”GRYFFINDOR”
Whooo! Wait, what house was that? Marq blinked as the candlelight suddenly came back, before being ushered off to the correct table. Sure, he didn’t know anyone, but that didn’t stop him bouncing in his seat with a giant smile. Yup... everyone at the table would know who he was by the end of the meal.
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Posted: Sun Jun 28, 2009 11:42 pm
Huh. That kid was a Gryffindork. Figured. He was annoying as ********. Whatever. Probably was never gunna see him again. Mattie took a deep breath and sat down at the Slytherin table. Wait for it... Wait for it... Three. Two. One.
"MATTIE~!" Jaye squealed. There was no other word for it. The tall slender blonde rushed over to Mattie's side to swoop him into a very one-sided hug. For as long as Mattie could remember Jaye had been completely oblivious to anyone's dislike of him, since, to the blonde, it was an impossibility. Well, it was a rarity. Even in Slytherin, one of the most bitter houses, Jaye had managed to make almost no enemies. Granted, he was a bloody Veela. And he was still ******** hugging him.
"Jaye. Get off." Mattie hissed.
"Everyone? This is my adorable little brother, Mattie~" Jaye cooed. Everyone at the table ooh-ed and aah-ed at him, asking questioned about his dark hair and whether or not that was a disorder. Veela's weren't supposed to have dark hair. Questions about the scar on his cheek.
"Why're you frownin', kiddo? You're in the best house!" One of the other older kids sneered at him. Mattie snorted. The table looked a little taken aback, bit Jaye didn't mind. He was still leaning on his head annoyingly.
"Yeah. This is obviously the cream of the crop." Mattie snapped back. There was an uncomfortable silence before the subject was quickly changed to something other than Mattie. Mattie didn't care. He was just fine with not being the centre of attention.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 12:05 am
Marquis was delighted with his new house. In all honesty, he probably would have been delighted with anywhere he was put, because he was just that sort of people person. He could babble on about anything, laugh when he said something stupid, and manage to swallow twice his weight in feast food while he was at it. How? Another mystery, but for such a scrawny guy the blonde certainly did eat a lot. A lot of crap. Cakes, pastries, pies, meat smothered in gravy, potatoes; there wasn’t a vegetable in sight, and the thought of eating them never crossed Marquis’ mind. What, he was a twelve-year-old boy. They didn’t think about things like that!
The night proceeded rather smoothly after that. They finished up, first years were called to their respective prefects and escorted from the hall to their dorms. The Gryffindor prefect – a shorthaired, tall girl named Becca – seemed genuinely cheerful about escorting stupid little kids around the place, giving them scraps of information about the castle as they went. One of those sporty, popular types, she had to be with that look, and Marquis was just glad she wasn’t one of those up-themselves snots that tended to get positions of responsibilities at schools.
The rooms? Oh, red and gold and honey-coloured woods. They were great, really, but Marquis only noticed the large, four-poster beds and fire-place. Oh yeah, he could definitely get used to this.
He slept like a log. Drooling into his pillow, it was only his alarm-clock that got him up in time (the muggle type, it still worked, thankfully). Sharing a bathroom with three other guys sucked, despite the magical water that just stayed hot, but somehow he was up, dressed and had his hair back in time to catch breakfast. Becca had been thoughtful enough to provide all the first years with little maps, so it was with this outstretched before him that Marquis set off in search of the great hall. By himself. He was doing pretty well until he got to the last stair-case. There must have been a step loose or something because one moment he was walking, the next he was flying through the air (with the greatest of ease) towards another student.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:06 am
"Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Bee--" SMASH. Why they still used muggle alarm clocks evaded Mattie. Blinking up at the silver swirled green ceiling, Mattie tried to tune out Jaye's rambling. No,he did not want a map. No, he didn't want help. No, he didn't want to have his ******** hand held. He knew Hogwarts' layout probably a lot better than any first year rightfully should, all thanks to Jaye's summer ramblings. Hell, he could bet he could find the Chamber of ******** Secrets if he had the spare time.
"Mattie, sleepy head~! You can't stay in bed all daaay~!" Jaye's voice giggled. Mattie threw a pillow at it. He most certainly could. "Maaaaaatttieeeee~"
Mattie sat up fast, successfully smashing his head into Jayes. Painful on both ends, but totally worth it. Jaye reeled back, cringing. "Careful, there..."
Mattie grunted and shoved himself out of bed. The line for the bathroom had cleared so the morning routine went relatively fast other than having to bat away various items from Jaye every time he encountered him. And really, was it necessary to coat everything in silver? Slytherin was so... eccentric. He grumbled and fixed his tie.
"Now Mattie, you have Flying first. I arranged that just for you. Aren't you happy?" Mattie nodded noncommittally. "He's just thrilled."
And with that, Mattie left the Slytherin Common house. He would've slammed the door if he could. Damn picture frames. Mattie could've sworn he heard something about 'the slow brother' or the 'the strange brother' as he was leaving too. Didn't matter. The issue wasn't fixed as long as they were still referring to has as one of the brothers. He scowled at one of the passing giggling girl-herds and recieved a few swoons in responce. God damn Veelas. Nothing could make the day worse.
Except, y'know. To be ******** pinned by a Gryffindork. Mattie spluttered for aminute trying to regain the air that was knocked out of his lungs before looking at the brat that had the guts to tackle him.
"You!" He recognized him from the ceremony. "What the ******** is your problem?"
He didn't have a problem at all shifting their weight so he had the advantage. The kid was scrawny. What the hell was he thinking, anyway? Mattie ould beat the s**t out of him. Stupid brat.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:01 pm
Osiris-Lee One moment he was walking along, minding his own business, the next he was hurtling towards one of the Slytherin kids with all the grace of a sack of cement. Scrawny limbs and hair going everywhere, he’d obviously fallen from high enough that his small frame had knocked the other to the ground. It wasn’t something that happened often, given his size, so the first thing Mattie was graced with was a huge smile. At least one of them found this amusing.
”Ey, mate, thanks for softenin’ tha fall. Thought my face was gunna be mucked after that one, those stairs are a bloody death trap.”
And then Mattie opened his mouth. Ah, what a shame, Marquis had been in a good mood. Brown eyes narrowed as he was shoved off his landing site. ”Whaddo ya mean, what’s my problem? I ********’ tripped, mate, s’it a crime here or somethin’?”
He pulled himself to his feet, not bothering to offer to help the other boy up, and fumbled with his map. Starting something on his first day wasn’t something he had on the agenda, but he was ready for a bit of fisticuffs if it came down to it. Nevermind the fact the inbred was twice his size.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:59 pm
"Last time I saw someone trip, they didn't hurl themselves at anyone." This wasn't strictly true. Jaye tended to try and shove someone else down to keep himself upright, but whatever. It was the average case he was talking about. "You think I don't ******** remember you from earlier? Piss off."
"Oh! You two! Stop!"
Mattie saw an elderly looking teacher heading their way. Like hell he was stopping to be lectured. No, he didn't punch anyone. Yet. He tried to blatantly ignore all the teachers protests, until he felt a hand close around his wrist and something slim and cold snap. What the ********? Mattie glared at the loose piece of metal and tried to slide it off his wrist. It just bounced back. Mattie scowled.
"Well, since I saw that you two were such good buddies already and only first years, I thought I'd give you the honour of being the first to try our buddy system!" The teacher was beaming. Mattie looked at the blonde kid's wrist. Huh. Same band. Whatever. Not like it was anything but a stupid bracelet. "Have fun kids!"
"...f**." Mattie grumbled under his breath, going back to stalking off towards Flying class.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:35 pm
”Piss off yourself, ya inbred.” Marquis muttered under his breath, once the was sure the larger boy was out of earshot. As I said, he really wasn’t looking for trouble on his very first day at the school he’d be spending the next six years of. Oh, that Mattie kid would get what was coming soon enough, and then -
There was a call from the hallway, a teacher walking towards them, and Marquis froze. Oh gods, they hadn’t even had a punch up and they were in trouble? The teachers here really were psychic! That just wasn’t fair, that was the thought police! He was going to be so screwed for that, now, and ... a bracelet was being snapped around his wrist.
”Huh?” What was this, some house-arrest anklet equivalent? He pawed at it a moment, vaguely registering the words ‘buddy system’, and simply came to the conclusion that he was now marked. A known trouble-maker. He hadn’t made any trouble yet! Oh this just wasn’t fair! He got enough girl comments without some bloody jewellery snapped onto his wrist! It was all that Medici kid’s fault, it really was.
But then the first bell rang. Brown eyes widened comically; he hadn’t even gotten to have breakfast yet! The next five minutes were a blur, with Marquis bolting into the main hall to grab something, anything to eat and his timetable before running off again. Flying class? He tried to read his toast, his time-table shoved into his mouth, before quickly coughing the paper up and remedying the situation. Flying... he’d never got to thinking about that, but it sounded like an awful lot of fun. All the things you could chuck at people... great stuff!
So he stumbled onto the grassy square just as the final bell run, shoving toast-crumbs into his mouth and off his fingers and stowing his timetable away. The teacher, Madam Hooch, looked something like a bird herself... and simply gave him a ‘look’ before starting the lesson.
Okay... standing next to the broom and calling it into your hand. Could it really be that tough? Considering Marquis' borrowed school-broom was simply twitching, it might not be as easy as he thought...
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 9:50 pm
Madam Hooch till looked like she kept broomsticks up her a**. And for the way his broomstick was acting, she might've. It took all of Mattie's strength, which was not minor, to keep his broom perfectly still. It was strange. He'd heard his brother say that brooms were over-sensitive to movement and difficult to control, but this was ridiculous. Mattie was going to have to hurl his weight at the thing to keep on top of it, nevermind control it. He supposed there was a trick to it, at any rate. Some of the other first years seemed to be struggling with keeping their brooms from twitching, too.
"Brooms still." Madam Hooch belted. She glared at the twitchers. "I said still!!"
The twitching minimized, but didn't stop. Mattie felt his arms ache a little. Shed better hurry up. Madam rolled her eyes. She held up her broomstick and loudly demonstrated how to mount and gently take off. She let one of the first years take a loop around the circle then land. The landing was a little rough, but other than that the directions seemed to work fine. Well, the twitching must just stop in flight.
"de'Medici. You're next." Hooch called out. Mattie scowled and growled back, "It's Mattie."
He swung his leg over the broomstick still using his strength to hold it steady, then bounced of the ground lightly. The moment he didn't have the ground for weight support, the broom went wild. He was thrashing right and left, clinging to the splintery wooden handle with every ounce of strength his arms had. In a matter of seconds, he was face first in green, and felt a sharp pain in his left shoulder.
"What did I tell you about steering?!" She screeched at him. "Don't get cocky de'Medici! Go to the clinic! Now!"
Mattie got up, careful to leave his left shoulder stiff, and swiftly added, "It's Mattie, and I'm fine," before stomping back in place. He could hear the kids snickering at him very well. He just chose to ignore it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 10:04 pm
Marquis was one of the kids snickering. There were no problems with his broom just yet, but that was probably because the stupid thing had stopped twitching all together and was just lying on the ground next to him, like a normal piece of cleaning equipment. The blond stuck out his foot to tap the broom with his toe, as if it were an animal playing possum that he hoped to awaken. It twitching a little, and Marquis let it be for now.
The Medici kid was taking a flight, and Marquis perked up, hoping he’d embarrass himself. He got off the ground, which was more than some kids had managed, before his broom went totally nuts. It was like a bucking bronco, twitching and flailing around until it finally dismounted the grumpy pre-teen, sending him hurtling into the ground. His audience winced, but Marquis in particular scowled and began rolling his left shoulder in sympathy.
”That had to hurt.” He mumbled, one of his fellow Gryffndor’s giving him a strange look.
“Who cares, he’s a Slytherin.” Ah, house rivalry. How you spring up fast.
”Yeah, but... “ The blonde’s eyes followed Mattie as he got back into line. ”His shoulder’s out, or somethin’. Can’t ya see’t?”
“... no?”
There was no time for Marquis to reply, as Hooch suddenly turned on him. ”Liete, on your broom”
”I... um... yeah, sure.” Trying to ignore the nagging ache in his own shoulder, Marquis turned his attention back to that stupid broom. It was playing dead again, so he tried nudging it. It worked. The wood jerked as if burned, the stick flying up and straight into the blonde’s face. Now normally Marquis would have laughed about this, but with a new, line-shaped bruise now lining his face, the stinging was rather distracting him. ”Stupid bit’o wood.”
The broom didn’t like that much. As soon as Marquis mounted it (omai), the thing began hovering far above where he was trying to direct it. And then it tipped him upside down. Haaaaalp!
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