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Your character has been a minipet their entire life. They grew up in the Scarefari, where their parents told them to go to Minipet Battle School. Their hopes is to one day breed with a big, strong minipet and create beautiful children. However, on the way there are many adventures, including being bullied by stronger minipets in the Battle Arena, and nearly being sold to the Black Market, or taken to the Altar of Sacrifice. It's a cruel world in the minipet world, and not everyone is out to help them. If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a minipet, in the minipet setting (anywhere on the site is fair game for interpretation "icly"). You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

In all actuality, the Battle School really wasn't that great.

For one thing, he'd spent most of his time squabbling with the pixie daeva who lived down the street. For another thing, he wasn't exactly the best at fighting (he much preferred other activities to rolling around in the dirt with someone who didn't know how to take a bath most of the time). And for another thing, he really just didn't care about Battle School.

Lan had, of course, tried to talk him out of it (his cousin was very into the Battle School), but Mengyao had point blank refused to participate in the upcoming tournament as it was, which meant that Lan's arguments had fallen on deaf ears.

Still, he wasn't entirely averse to watching the tournament, which consisted of a great deal of mess and noise and entertainment as Lan took on the much bigger and much more agile opponent, a woehound by the name of Soren. The odds were twenty to one in Soren's favor, with a heavy majority of all bets placed on Soren winning.

Mengyao placed all of his bets, however, on Lan, half because he would rather Lan win, and half because he just wanted to rub it in her face if she did happen to win that he had known all along - which he had.

Needless to say, Lan kicked his butt.

Your character is a wizard that goes to Pigfarts, the most prestigious wizarding school of them all. It is their first year transferring into the school, and they are scared they will be sorted into Serpentarius, the rumoured "bad group" among the four sorted groups. You secretly hope you will either be part of the Pegasi (hard working, but not very intelligent), Leo (Brave and noble), or even the Capricorns (Intelligent). If you are a horsemen, hunter, or student, it doesn't matter, you are a student of Pigfarts. You are only writing your character's POV but you can borrow NPCs and any players characters you got permission from.

"Stop it."

"Stop what?"

"Stop that."

"What are you talking about?"

With a disgruntled sort of sigh, Mengyao twisted around, grasped ahold of Lifen's hand, and pulled it away from her mouth. "Stop biting your nails," he said irritably. "You're going to chew your fingers off."

She looked down at her hands as though she hadn't really considered this prospect before. Then she sighed. "I'm just nervous, is all."

Mengyao pushed a few stray strands of his hair away from his eyes and gave Lifen a very scrutinizing look. "We're going to be just fine," he said, keeping his head tilted high. Around them, the throngs of new first years milling about tittered with nervous excitement as the Transfiguration professor began to set the Sorting up, a long, rolled up piece of parchment held in one hand. "No good wizard has ever gone into Serpentarius before, seriously. We'll be fine."

She gave him a doubtful look. "So we're good, are we?"

He rolled his eyes, but she was smiling. "Stop," he told her, not too seriously. "We're supposed to be waiting quietly."

"Like that's ever stopped you before," she said, nudging his shoulder affectionately, and Mengyao tried to keep the nervous flutters out of his stomach, anxiety making him twist the sleeve of his robe between his fingers. He watched Professor MacDougal place a goblet on the top of the podium at the front, rearranging it so that the entire population of students in the Great Hall would be able to see it clearly.

Really, though, Mengyao's mind thought. Serpentarius isn't all bad...isn't it?

He glanced sideways, chancing a look at the long House table. The Serpentarius lot were a clever group with sharp minds, all of them looking casually at ease in the Great Hall; one, a boy with dark hair, was leaning back in his seat, his eyes flickering from each first year to the next.

Mengyao looked away, back at the Sorting. Professor MacDougal was unfurling the roll of parchment and cleared her throat imperiously.

At once the Great Hall quieted. Professor MacDougal turned her eagle eyed look back at the parchment, took a breath, and said, "Adams, Bridget."

A tiny girl with a head of pristine golden curls took a nervous step forward, looking terribly fragile and meek in front of the rest of the students. She made her way towards the goblet at the front of the Hall and waited until the flames in the goblet turned a bright, golden hue, a small piece of parchment spitting upwards. Professor MacDougal grabbed it with nimble fingers, smoothed it out, and read, "Leo."

Bridget Adams looked positively delighted. She darted down towards the Leo table, which was erupting in shouts of glee and pleasure. Mengyao made a soft noise of irritation in his throat, impatience making him rock back on his heels again. Beside him, Lifen reached out a hand, touching his arm gently.

"Relax," she said, and this time it was she reassuring him. "Just know that whatever House we're in doesn't change the fact that we'll still be great friends, all right? Even if whatever House I'm will be the better one," she added, eyes twinkling mischievously, and Mengyao gave her an exasperated look, though he felt marginally better.

Time passed a little more quickly, and soon, "Hua, Lifen" was being read. Lifen gave Mengyao's arm a little squeeze, his friend smiling at him before she made her way towards the front of the Hall, her head held high - though to Mengyao, she still looked a little anxious.

The flames in the sorting goblet turned gold. Professor MacDougal plucked the piece of parchment out, read, "Capricorn," and Mengyao felt his heart sink.

Lifen, however, looked relatively pleased. She gave Mengyao a little wave, hopped down off of the front area, and threaded her way towards the happily cheering Capricorn House table, taking a seat near the front.

It was almost his turn now. Just a few more...

"Miao, Mengyao."

He took a breath and lifted his chin, determined not to look as though he were nervous in the slightest, though his stomach was twisting around and around. Mengyao swept across the floor towards the goblet, his robes gliding behind him, and arrived beside Professor MacDougal with a look of utter confidence in his face.

At least, he hoped so.

The flames in the goblet burned gold, and Mengyao felt another pang of nervousness. Professor MacDougal picked up the sheet of parchment and read, in a crisp, clear voice,

"Serpentarius."

He felt as though he had just been walloped in the stomach. Dazedly, he started walking towards the Serpentarius table, which was smirking and laughing and cheering.

He was in Serpentarius. He wasn't in Capricorn.

And as he sat down beside the dark haired one, Mengyao felt a small smile creep on to his face.

He was in Serpentarius.