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Hogwarts-The Prophecy of the Seven
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Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 04:38 (4 Years ago)
Malcolm was still watching The Lestrange girl as he used to call her rather than using her name, Scarlette. He looked around at the new students, the little one years as he remembered the time when he first came to Hogwarts a year ago....
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 04:45 (4 Years ago)
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"UUUGHHHH, nooooo, I didn't, that's why I was hoping you would," Nene groaned, burying her face on the wooden surface of the table. "And all the cute boys that I've met here are either waaay out of my league or already have a girlfriend." Miserably, she recounted the boy she'd liked for a while in her first, second, and third years, but he'd barely noticed her at all (and had called her a daikon, to boot!). There was a really cute blonde boy in sixth year, but as she'd said, she was way out of his league, and the handsome brunet with the mischievous face seemed to be after a Ravenclaw girl. It was SO not fair. She knew that 'Ri really only liked adding to the conversation when it came to boys (Nene was dying to know why her friend wouldn't talk about her own crushes, but she didn't want to pry), so it made sense that she didn't have any news in that department. "Well, what about the hobbies, then? What does 'somewhat' mean?" Nene said, deciding to switch to the other topic she'd brought up.
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 04:53 (4 Years ago)
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 05:07 (4 Years ago)
"Okayokayokay, so you know how I'm constantly nagging you to let me paint your nails, yeah? Well, brace yourself, because I have discovered... nail art!!" 'Ri spread her arms in a jazz-hands like motion. "Seriously, it's so cool, but really really difficult to do on yourself when you are decidedly not ambidextrous. Trust me, you'll love it. Scallops, two-tones, marble, sunset, polka-dot, splatter, French manicure, flower stamped... we might run out of time in the year to try them all, honestly. And you, mate, shall be my totally-willing-test-subject. So it's a somewhat new hobby, 'cause I already enjoyed painting nails, but a new branch." Flopping back down into her seat and returning to sitting in a criss-cross position, she immediately began braiding one of the front strands of her hair, now feeling quite a bit more optimistic than prior to Nene's arrival.
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 06:21 (4 Years ago)
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"A thousand years or more ago,
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
The dawn of fire, the touch of death
When the dark lord takes her final breath
The tiger, the hare, the falcon, the shark
The leopard, the swallow, and the parsel hark
The water flows as the seven dance
The shadows provide a dangerous chance
Friends some lost, yet some made
Whatever be done shall never fade.
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
Once as did unite the great Potter and his friends,
Shall the seven do again.
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin."
When I was newly sewn,
There lived four wizards of renown,
Whose names are still well known:
Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor,
Fair Ravenclaw, from glen,
Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad,
Shrewd Slytherin, from fen.
They shared a wish, a hope, a dream,
They hatched a daring plan
To educate young sorcerers
Thus Hogwarts School began.
Now each of these four founders
Formed their own house, for each
Did value different virtues
In the ones they had to teach.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means
To achieve their ends.
And now the Sorting Hat is here
And you all know the score:
I sort you into Houses
Because that is what I'm for,
But this year I'll go further,
Listen closely to my song:
The dawn of fire, the touch of death
When the dark lord takes her final breath
The tiger, the hare, the falcon, the shark
The leopard, the swallow, and the parsel hark
The water flows as the seven dance
The shadows provide a dangerous chance
Friends some lost, yet some made
Whatever be done shall never fade.
For our Hogwarts is in danger
From external, deadly foes
Once as did unite the great Potter and his friends,
Shall the seven do again.
I have told you, I have warned you...
Let the Sorting now begin."
While the others gaped and cheered, McGonagall and Flitwick exchanged anxious looks. Suvansh cocked his head at the sudden mention of Harry Potter, and a poem, seemingly a prophecy. He shot a look towards Jules, some of the other headboys and girls, and then to Professor McGonagall. It was a silent agreement, that a discussion was essential. Hagrid seemed thoroughly perturbed by this mention of his old friend, and the mention of a dark lord, as did Neville and most of the teaching faculty.
Within the students, few noticed, most ignored. Thus, they decided to move on with the flow.
"Forrest, Alison." Called out professor Ruby, a list in hand. She pointed her cheek towards the blond girl, and points her to come forward to the stool.
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Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 09:43 (4 Years ago)
Politely clapping as the hat ended it's rhyme and the ceremony started properly, Jules put on a smile and cheered for each new student, clapping even louder if they were sorted into his house. After all, he still had a role to play
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Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 13:28 (4 Years ago)
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Tsukasa's grin dimmed slightly. Rather than being comforted, the girl seemed more distressed than before. How odd, another one of her unpredictable reactions. "Hmm?" He tilted his head to the side, wide eyes trained on Alison's expression. "Is something the matter?" Before she even got a chance to really hear the question, Tsukasa heard Professor Ruby call out Alison's name. "Oh!" Immediately, he turned and, grabbing her shoulders lightly, steered her towards the stool. "Your turn! Have fun," he said, waving as he quickly returned to the Slytherin table.
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"Nail art?!" She leaned forward to listen to her friend, eyes widening as 'Ri listed the many different techniques. "Are you kidding? That's so cool! Way more interesting than garden-" Nene quickly broke off as Professor McGonagall began to speak. The Sorting Hat (really couldn't they at least patch the poor thing up a bit?) was brought out, and she waited eagerly to hear what funny rhymes it would speak this year. As the hat described each house, the blonde felt a glow of pride when it reached Hufflepuff. She loved her house, so, so much, and she wouldn't want to be in any of the others. Where else would she find a best friend like 'Ri and a bunch of other super supportive, kind friends? The hat started talking about animals, which made Nene a bit confused. What on earth did a rabbit dancing in water mean? And then it said "Potter", and Nene's world stopped a bit. Harry Potter? Exactly how much danger were they all in...? Quietly, she grabbed onto Ri's arm for support, feeling shivers pass through her. She might be "unafraid of toil" and "just and loyal", but bravery was in the Gryffindor department.
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 14:13 (4 Years ago)
Malcolm looks fiercely back at the Lestrange girl, and then calms down Jason. Prophecies..... they were not something the sorting hat usually spouted he saw McGonagall and Flitwick exchange dark looks with the head boys. Perhaps the book was right? No, it couldnt be the dark lord all over again.... and if it required 7 people.....that must mean the dark lord was stronger this time.... Malcolm could understand parseltongue a bit but not use it... Well, Malcolm thought. Whoever are the hosen ones, hopefully they're up to the job cuz neither of his abilities satisfied the requirements. He was worried, but did not show it...
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 14:38 (4 Years ago)
The tiger, the hare, the falcon, the shark
The leopard, the swallow, and the parsel hark
He recalls from the song. First thing from these animals, he thought of patronuses. He didn't know of any hare, shark or falcon, but he sure did a tiger, leopard and swallow....He recalls how his patronus, and along with that his animagus form changed over the duration of the previous year...from an aggressive Hungarian Horntail to a royal and majestic White Tiger, the kind found in Bengal, where he lives when not in Hogwarts. Similarly, he recalls how Aurora's patronus changed from a seal to leopard...though less painful than of his, due to her not taking an animagus form ever. Suvansh had been turning into a dragon at occasions for almost two years when the change started, and it wasn't easy on him. Even when it completed, he didn't feel as complete as before, just due to the sheer difference in the size of a dragon and a tiger. As for the swallow, though it was a pretty common patronus, only one name striked his mind, Hurricane. He had once been looking over a class of fourth year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students taking up DATDA, where he saw Ri produce a fully corporeal swallow, a beautiful one on that too. He was thoroughly impressed by such a feat shown by her. As for the parsel...it could only mean one thing, a parseltongue, as it mentioned seven people being there, and the six animals plus parsel adding to 7, it only made sense. Then did he wonder, could Scarlett, however arrogant and moody she was, could she be someone so important for Hogwarts and their survival?
He thought all these with a firm lock on his mind. While he could leak emotions and thoughts sometimes, he was alert otherwise. His mind was totally sealed to any intruders at the moment, except Aurora. Aurora and he had a special mind link... though they hadn't used it since their fight, he was sure it was still very well and he kinda hoped Aurora chimed into his thoughts.
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'Ri had switched her attention to the Hat as it began its yearly presentation. At first, it seemed normal, or as normal as an elderly, talking, sentient witch's hat could be. However, her interest had been peaked a bit at the start of the unusual lyrics, then even more when some 'dark lord' was mentioned. Normally, she'd assume it was the ever-infamous Dark Lord, so well known throughout the wizarding community, but the Hat had called them a 'she'. Then, a mention of a swallow... was there any chance it could relate to her?
She almost laughed aloud at the idea; of course not. Granted, her Patronus was indeed a swallow, but that literally meant nothing. The day she'd first produced it, people didn't appear to be too surprised; of course Hurricane, the bubbly, ever-cheerful Fourth Year would have happy memories to draw on. She herself had been shocked. Most of her only truly 'happy' memories came from before the age of seven, when Tal' had still been alive, when her father hadn't had his shift times switched to late at night, resulting in his being out walking home when that driver had lost control, driving up onto the pavement. Apparently, though, they shone bright enough to allow her to produce the silver-blue bird. Seemingly, the swallow was a somewhat common form for a Patronus, but 'Ri loved it all the same.
But no, fate would never choose her, not if it had any semblance of intelligence. She could only perform the bare-minimum of Charms needed for graduation, and her dueling skills were atrocious. If it was even fate at all; it could be that the Hat was just reciting the school's history, or something. Someone like the boys she'd met in Diagon Alley the other day would be far better suited, anyway; no use worrying about it. Shrugging it off, she cheered enthusiastically for the new First Years, hoping, as always, for more Hufflepuffs.
Posted: Wed, 10/03/2021 19:39 (4 Years ago)