Feeling a bit of comfort that knowing Erick was going to cooperate, and even keep a bit of dignity to lock the compartment door, the dark haired 6th year got up to retrieve her own robes from the top of the trunk. Unfortunately, when you were in a pair of leather pants, it didn't breath well enough to go along with the uniform. Afterwards, she did her own part to close the curtains, as if there was the inkling of a chance someone could peek from outside. It at least gave some comfort as she undressed from the muggle clothing, leaving bustier and panties still on, naturally. Changing really wasn't as big of a deal around Niamh, compared to most of the other girls she could have been changing around. For one reason, they had been in the same dorm since their first year, so changing wasn't anything new. In fact, it was only natural for them to know quite a bit of each other's body.
As the school uniform soon donned the teenage body, the robe and tie was set to the side, leaving the rest of the outfit on. She'd never admit it, but the constricted sense of the outfit wasn't so uncomfortable, even if muggle individuality looked to be a lot more fun. She didn't get new outfits as quickly as Niamh's family had, but that came with her rather money-managed home. They had the money, yes, but like the tools for the ranch, the Matthews preferred to save a couple of sickles here and there if they could.
Adjusting the knee high socks, so they'd actually go over her knees this time, the scabbard for her wand was the final touch. It was elegant, pretty, and most importantly, hid the pink sign for everyone to point and snicker towards her. Some people liked, and had been jealous of the unusualness of her wand's shade, but it was more of a target than anything. Enough for her to be even less determined to bring her wand out for any reason. Unless, of course, there was a grade on the line, though reluctance still remained in her hand. Jessa knew on some level that it was affecting her magic in some way, and if she at least worked on her resolve, things would improve greatly. "You break away from the new smell, I'll break away from the smell of home when I can. I think we're safe to let the kid back in, eh?"
With that, a couple of knocks letting know that Erick could come in again had been given before Jessa went back to sitting down while putting on the silken robes with her house color. Was it just coincidence that her wand and house color matched each other so well?
Alecto became nearly weak-kneed after the head of her old house spoke to her. It was strange that after so many years, the man was still so charming. She was so tongue-tied by the incident that she didn't even have time for a proper response. At the exact moment something popped into her mind, the Headmaster entered and began speaking. Isn't that just my luck? Ah, well. There will be time this year to talk to him. She smiled nervously, petting Pan (who had just climbed out of her robes and onto her shoulder, sticking his whiskers in her ears in the most comforting way) with one hand, the other lifting her bulky robes as she hurried out of the way.
"Helenus Lang," her father's voice said in her memories. Now there is a fine man. You know, he's decended from great wizards. Can trace his line all the way back to the days of ancient Greece. Of course, you won't find him braging, since his ancestors were somewhat... infamous. They were a darker sort, though even Muggles know their names. The school will flourish under him, I'm sure of it."
As far as she could see, it had. There were so many young people wanting to work under him that the older teachers could retire without worrying that their students would suffer, and he seemed to have a knack for finding passions in people, rooting out hidden talents and goals. She'd certainly felt it during the interview, as though someone were rooting through her mind. Frightening, but fascinating.
Of course Wallace had decided to take his rightful place. Hel hadn't expected anything less. The man was a bit arrogant, true, but he was loyal to the school and had a suprisingly good sense of humor at times. He also could admit that pure blood didn't mean everything, which was a rare quality in a family such as the one Wishburn had come from. Naturally, Hel didn't care what background a student was from as long as he or she had the passion and drive to learn.
The man looked around at his faculty, nodded to Adella in return for her wave, and smiled as he saw the newer teachers already nearer. "Oh, Damien! How can I help you, my dear professor?" He gestured to Raia to let her know that he'd be with her shortly before he turned to the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, looking up at the taller young man with a smile sparkling in his eyes.
It was good that his (mostly) young staff was so capable. He'd hand-picked them all for various reasons, trying to form a cohesive group, one that would create a bond and be there in hard times, growing stronger. He had no doubt that this year would be the best since he'd started, that they'd all see rewards for work well done. Dorian and young Raia, Anya and Psyche... hm. I wonder where Morrigan is. She should be here by now...
"I was just curious as to why you would grace the kitchen with you exuberance," he replied, simply. He gave a small shrug as he began moving about the kitchen with ease. He would pause, helping out a free house elf or even one of the other witches or wizards that lived and worked within Lisheen. They were all doing various tasks and Georges fell into the ease of helping them without much thought. Evelyn watched him carefully and she knew that he was still waiting for her to say something. The small glances that he gave her seemed to hold a curiousity as he waited for her to say something at all.
"So...," she said, something lingering on the tip of her mind. She pushed it aside, bringing up her professionalism that had been destroyed once Georges had teased her. "Are you almost prepared for the students' arrival or shall I pass on the message to the Headmaster that you will be just a bit late?"
"Ah...my dear," he said, in a chamring manner. He had caught the whiff of professionalism that had returned to the tiny woman, but he much more liked her agitated and confused. "When have I ever been late to serve a meal?"
"What do you mean? You're constantly late for serving meals on time. I seem to recall that last year-" The brunette was cut off as she was roughly pushed back against a table by the head chef. She felt her face immediately turn a deep shade of red simply by the closeness of his body despite the fact that a couple of knives had flown by them in a hurry.
"Lilt! Watch where you're tossing things around!" he bellowed down at the small, female free elf. She looked back up at him with her large eyes, her hat in her hands as she tugged on it nervously.
"Sorry, Mr. Georges. I be more careful," she said, skittering off away from her current location.
Evelyn found herself pushing away the older man as he looked down at her and gripped her shoulders. He could tell that he was going to ask if she was okay, but that didn't matter. The brunette straightened out her clothing and dusted it off as if she had fallen on the floor, giving Georges a stern look. Her face was still covered in the blush as the scent of the head chef lingered in her nose just a bit too long. "You're kitchen is a mad house! Don't you have safety procedures for this type of thing?" she asked, her voice sounding much more harsh and angry than she actually felt. She was really embarrassed, but she was covering it up again under anger. "Nevermind...just make sure that you're ontime this year. I will tell the Headmaster."
She whipped around, turning away from him and nearly walking into one of the metal tables. She managed to find her way out of the kitchen without too much trouble, but she was still rather embarrassed. Her body burned where the man had touched her and she couldn't get it to go away. her face looked flushed and Evelyn didn't know how to make it disappear, exactly. She made a hasty retreat back to the Main Hall. She had transformed her Muggle clothing back into her robes before she enter, however, knowing that the Headmaster would probably be there. As soon as she opened the door, her emerald colored eyes glanced around the room. She was still a bit flustered from the kitchen and it was easily visible. She moved over to the Headmaster, noting that Damien was conversing with the Headmaster. "I don't want to butt in. I only want you to know, Helenus, that I have already been to the kitchen and everything is in order," she explained, nodding at Damien. She gave a brief smile and turned away, making sure that she wasn't being too bothersome to the two of them. It wasn't in her nature to easedrop and so, she made her way back up to the head table, to her seat. She released a large sigh as the final effects of the embarrassment wore off. She had to focus. The new students would be here soon. This was supposed to be an exciting evening, not one of frustration.
He had just finished making sure that his jeans were hidden when the knocks came. Assuming he was free to go back out, Erick forgot to unlock all the compartment doors around him. He opened the door and grinned at the other two. He had his tie on, although it was rather loose around his neck. "No ties for the ladies, then?" he asked sincerely. "Ah well, I suppose it fits the outfit for the tie to be in lacking," he added in tone of nonchalance, already preparing to dodge anything that may or may not be thrown at him. You never know how these lady types woud react to some of the things he said.
Sitting back on his seat; legs dangling over the edge of it, he looked outside. "So...I guess we're about home, then?" He twiddled around with his wand some more. He always needed to be doing something with his hands, even if they weren't necessarily some of the more vulgar things most boys his age did. Generally he was twirling wands around, or perhaps a pen or pencil. He even would cause a coin to dance around his knuckles if the fancy struck him. The constant need for activity certainly wasn't too annoying, he found, though. In fact, Erick felt that it sort of helped to define him and make him noticeable; assuming, of course, the insults at people taller than him, his shortness, and his slight sense of brashness didn't have him wellknown enough.
"Which reminds me, do either of you know if there are any open spots on the Quidditch team this year?"
Damien smiled at the Headmaster's greeting. Hel was definitely a fun man. "I was wondering if I could start a club this year, one open to all students of all years," he began with an easy smile. "A sort of extracurricular Defense Against the Dark Arts club, as it were." He paused here, looking for reaction from the Headmaster. He really wanted the idea to go through, simply because it would be fun, he thought. Of course, a lot of things he thought fun weren't according to most people. Such as swimming in below-freezing waters. Damien still had no idea why people didn't enjoy doing something like that.
"I'd be teaching the students a bit more about the spells they learn about in class, as well as some that are not covered in the curriculum." A curriculum that had been set up by the Board of Governors for the school, a group of people that Damien did not see eye to eye with. Although it was base, it did not allow for him to teach some of the more entertaining spells and subjects of his teaching profession. "Of course, I would also seek to teach proper dueling etiquette, and use the club as a reinforcement of ways to recognize and block spells," he stopped here, waiting to see how the Headmaster would react. He was also secretly hoping that his idea would be accepted and he could go along with it. But, if not, he could always try again next year.
"Ah, thank you, Evelyn." He smiled lightly, wondering what mischief his chef was into now. The man was wonderful with food and quite dangerous with the right woman, which probably made it a good thing that he seemed intent on Evelyn. The woman is very practical when she's not letting her tongue get rougher than need be. He shook his head and paused before nodding to the small woman. "You handle Georges so well. Someday, you must tell me your secret."
He turned back to Damien and listened intently to the man's idea. A Dueling Club, now that was an idea. The Governors may not like the idea of teaching students things not on the curriculum, nor teaching them how to attack fellow wizards and witches. However, it was rather practical. The world wasn't always a safe place for a young sprig fresh out of school. Not even for us bent, old sprigs. He fingered a scar on his left wrist idly while listening. And Damien is a very capable man. Some of the other teachers may want to join in and help, also. Perhaps I could even contribute a bit. Might be fun to have a friendly duel with Wallace again. The last one we had was when he was Headboy and I was trying to get into the... well, nevermind that. It was long ago.
"It's a wonderful idea, Damien. One I would be pleased to help you with on anything you need, even managing the activities until it's all smoothed out. You know, I'm surprised no other teacher has requested this activity before. Illegal duels are so popular among the youth that it's silly not have one. And don't worry about the Board; I'll deal with them when the time comes."
Raia perked up when she heard the mention of a dueling club, something she had very much hoped would have been allowed when she went to school. "I think a dueling club will be very popular," she said lightly, not wanting to seem overbearing, not wanting to really interrupt the conversation. "If you ever need any help with it, I would be happy to volunteer; it's not as though I'll have to manage too much otherwise," she added, again lightly. Being the Flying professor meant she'd have to oversee Quidditch games, and the occasional practice match, but she was otherwise unoccupied with extracurriculars.
Despite the fact that Damien was rather attractive in her eyes, she really wanted to help with a dueling club. It was sort of part of her job at the Ministry, though it was rare to actually duel while on duty. No, it became a sort of bonding thing amongst those in her department. Everyone would gather every Friday night and would have a mini dueling tournament. It took her a few years before her co-workers started to see her as a possible threat to taking the dueling title of their group. But, she had left for this post before she could put her skills to the test.
"Cairns." Isabel said in the same tone, letting the seventh year know that unlike her, she was actually able to socialize with those of even the traditional enemy house. It may not be common for such things to happen but that wasn't going to stop Isabel from getting two friends in very high places. That is even if she was able to get them as friends, so far Lucius hadn't even said a word to her, deciding to rather drill the little fourth year, a boy who seemed to have composed himself a bit more. She had withheld a smirk when Michelle called them all prefects, for while she didn't know if Selene was one, the half-blood new she wasn't. Now don't think it was due to her not being a good student or that she simply she wasn't fit for the job, it was just a thing she had never wanted it and was glad to have never been asked. She believed that while teachers may have thought of naming her as one that those who truly new her must of voiced that it would have been a bad idea. Leadership, while something she was capable of was not a thing she wanted to pursue. Those times in class when she'd been forced into such a position it was clear she didn't want it, throwing the responsibility away to the first adequate person to stand up for it. That of course was the bigger problem, Isabella was very choice of who she threw that responsibility away to, for while she wanted to be rid of it she still wanted the class to succeed. "Would you mind leaving so would could get changed." Isabel said to the fourth year once Lucius had left. She was comfortable with her body yes, but letting some little perve complete his fantasy of being in a small space with two near naked older girls on the first day of school was just to much. It wasn’t even a question really, more of a kindly made demand if such a thing did exist. Once the door had closed Isabel made a little grin before flicking her wand, the muggle cloths changing into the school robes with twirling sparks that still revealed a bit more leg than was acceptable in the wizard world. In her own experience there was no such thing as to much leg in the muggle world. The main reason she’d wanted to get rid of the boy was to place a very serious, very tabu question that a loyal little dog like Felix would see as a heinous crime. "Do you think he’s as dangerous as he makes himself out to be, or is it just a bunch of bollocks?" She didn’t need to say who she meant, Selene wasn’t a moron and even one of those would have be able to pick up on which pure born snob she was talking about. It wouldn't be long until they got to the school and this was just as much to get Selene's opinion, as it was to see if she would shrug off the question and pretend it never happened.
Wallace exited the Great Hall, almost running into Evelyn; yet another student he was now working alongside with. She looked slightly flushed and if he didn’t know any better, he would say that she had perhaps left the other professors behind while she went off somewhere for “business”. “Evelyn. Georges has it all in order I’m sure. By the looks of it, you showed him. I’ll see you in an hour or so with all our new pupils. A new year, new students and mostly a new faculty.” He gave a curt nod and disappeared around the corner. He was on his way to the grand foyer that lead to the two sets of stairs that made their way up to dorms, classrooms and the great hall. Like most magical schools, Lisheen contained all sorts of passages and passes. One of them included the path to the train platform. They would arrive any minute now. And then, the feast!
Glancing out the grand windows, he could see the sun setting over the forest. The students would be able to see it for a fleeting moment before driving through into the tunnel and under the ground. Total blackness would envelop them and then the dread. Wallace would always be reminded of his own school experience and his first ride on the train.
“Good luck son…” “Thanks father!” “Now, as all Wishburn’s, you’ll be in Nemetina. Make me proud boy.” “Of course father.” Wallace hoped onto the train as it started to leave. A daredevil, he had to wait until the train was leaving the platform before he would even start towards it. “Goodbye mum!” He called out through a window. He could see his mum getting teary eyed as her little boy left for almost a year. Knowing him, he wouldn’t come home for Christmas.
Sitting down in a compartment, he saw a few older kids scuttle by the indoor window also trying to find seats. They already had their robes on and all had Nemetina colours sprinkled over the crest and their hats. “Are you guys in Nemetina?” Wallace asked as he pushed the sliding door across. “Of course!” An older boy smirked. He knew who this kid was. The Wishburn family was famous. “I suppose you’re Wallace.” “Yep!” The goofy grin returned. “Well, you’ll be in Nemetina alright. And make sure to hang around the right people.” The older boy raised an eyebrow knowingly before making his way from the hallway to push a little girl from a compartment to make room for him and his friends.
“You okay?” He asked the little girl who nodded. “First year?” Another nod. “Me too! Come sit with me, we can be friends.” “Alright.” Heaving her large trunk behind her and setting it on the seat beside her, she held out her hand. “I’m Natalie. Natalie Nettle.” “Wallace, Wallace Wishburn.” He shook her hand greedily.
“Come along first years. This way please. I am Professor Plum. Ha! Professor Prufius Plum. What alliteration! Now, follow me. The sorting ceremony will begin shortly and you’ll all be put into your houses. I teach transfiguration and will probably teach every one of you. Better like me then ‘eh?” The short bearded professor continued to chuckle at his own jokes before pottering along to the great hall. “Now, let’s begin!”
“Ah… poor Professor Plum. Rest in peace.” He had died, late into Wishburn’s seventh year. No one really knew how. It was him that made Wallace want to become a teacher, and strive high for transfiguration.
It was also Plum who taught Wishburn how to become an animagus. His form took the same as his late professors: a wolf; cunning and quick but wise.
“Acrotantula.”
A tall wizard statue made a short bow before stepping aside to reveal a small crawl space. Making it expand with a flick of his wand, Wishburn started to make his way down to the platform. He could hear the train coming in to a stop, the whistle blowing and the steam rising from it’s funnel could be seen drifting from the dark end of the tunnel.
On either side of the platform were two cases of stairs. To the left as students departed the train, the ones that had already been at Lisheen would climb. Here, the portal lead to a portrait that hung opposite the great hall. (What no one could understand was the wall in front of the great hall didn’t actually have a room behind it. And it was on the third story of the castle.) The first years would lag behind, on command of Wishburn, and then would be taken up the right stairs, which lead to another portrait sitting beside the other.
The hustle and bustle began. Owls were screeching, trunks were being thumped and people were adjusting their uniforms. Everyone knew Wishburn would be waiting on the other side of the carriage doors. All at once, each carriage door flew open with students peaking out of windows and the now open door.
It had fallen silent.
“Welcome students to another year at Lisheen. First years, please come up to me. Leave your belongings on the train. Including animals. Older students, please follow your prefects to the feast that awaits.”
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<color=seagreen>Niamh nodded, "The ranch smell really isn't so bad. I should really enchant my robes so they smell like the ocean." She frowned a bit from what Erick had said, "It's not that I don't have a tie so much that I can't tie a Windsor knot..." She thought for a moment. "I believe that they lost both beaters..I'm not sure on that though."
Niamh stretched as the train screeched to a halt. "Well, I suppose we're finally here. It's about time! The poor first years are probably all in a tizzy." She smiled and tossed her glossy black hair over her shoulder before standing and gathering her things.
"Who knows, I might attempt to try out for the Quidditch team this year." She headed off the train and around to wait for her Prefect as Professor Wishburn had dictated.
"Oh, Who <i>is</i> our prefect this year? Do you know, Jessa?" </color>
Watching the young boy as he left the compartment, her face it's passive mask, she raised an eyebrow at Isabel's question, wondering if she knew that playing with fire would get her burnt.
"Thinking like that won't do you any favours. It would be more agreeable for you to keep your mouth shut and be ignorant. But, I'll tell you this, don't mess with him, or you will regret it."
She was being utterly serious, her face perfectly composed for the rather damning words she had just spoken. Lucius was always curteous to her, but she'd seen his nasty side on many occasions. Despite this, she was never afraid to play around with him, knowing they both came from powerful families put them on the same level.
The "underlings" however, were a different story. Those who had crossed the path of his wrath didn't dare speak of it, and those who did were soon silenced.
Adding a hint of a smile after her words, she pulled her wand from her sleeve and quickly changed into her robes, her own skirt rivalling Isabel's in length.
Peering out of the window, she felt the train slow to a stop, and proceeded to straightened down her robes and leave the carriage.
On the platform, she saw the figure of Wishburn in the distance, a smirk trailing across her lips at the sight of her head of house. Ever since her first year they had had an understanding, and she could almost call him a friend, having run to him when her grandmother had died. He was the man she could rely on at school when she couldn't see her real father.
Walking down the platform to the stairs, the people parting for her like the red sea, her smile widened as she got closer. Giving a nod at him in greeting as she walked past, "Good evening Professor Wishburn," left her lips before she took to the steps.
Avedis stepped out onto the platform. The Nemetina was once again in school uniform. He had simply gone to the bathroom to change, preferring his privacy.
He was looking forward to being back at school. Even if being in Nemetina was like swimming with a school of shark, it was still better then that dreary empty home of his.
Whatever had happened to the first years he'd been sharing a compartment with, he didn't know, but presumably they would be going with Wishburn.
Avedis took his place with the other older students. He knew where to go, but in theory they were supposed to wait for their prefects. He mentally shrugged. Oh well. So he'd wait. Not like he had anything better to do.
Felix was fine with leaving the compartment when asked, and so he left with nothing more than an acknowledging nod. Not only did doing so give him an opportunity to leave the room for good - it was close enough to the end of the train ride to warrant that as a good excuse - but it also gave him a chance to go get his things from the compartment he had left earlier.
And so that was what he did once he shut the door behind him. Naturally, his friends had a few short questions to ask about where he had disappeared to, but all he needed to do was mention Lucius's name for them to fall silent again. He grabbed his bag down from the luggage rack and shook out his robes before putting them on. He had always been rather pleased by the way they fit him.
Shortly after he had made himself presentable for entering the school, he felt the train come to a halt, and knew immediately - not only from the fact that they weren't moving, but also from the excited whispers slowly filling the train - that they had arrived at the school. A nervous smile flitted across his face, and he headed out of the compartment and on to the platform. He could hear Professor Wishburn giving directions to the students - so Wishburn had been given the task of directing the first years, it seemed - and he headed over to where the Nemetinas would end up meeting before heading down for the feast (one of his favorite parts of the night).
Considering the fact that she hadn't taken anything out during the train ride, Sarah hadn't needed to do much when it came to packing up. Her conversations with the other people inside her compartment had taken up quite a good amount of time, and she had spent the rest of the time looking through Ian's book, which fascinated her to no end.
At some point between Avedis's announcement to pack up and when they reached the school, Sarah had found the time to change into the robes she was supposed to wear. She thought they were a little plain, but even if they were, she was still so excited to be putting them on. When she had first gone out to get them with Felix and her step-father, she had modeled the robes for at least the rest of the day once they had returned home.
She moved back over to the window in order to watch out it when she first felt the train slowing down. When the school came into view, she could hardly take her eyes off of it, and couldn't wait to get off the train and see what it would be like.
When she actually got off the train, though, her opinion made room for the nervousness she was suddenly feeling. She stared at the single person on the platform, the one giving instructions. Older students were supposed to head straight in, while first years...she was supposed to go over to where he was. Slowly she walked in the direction of the man, who she heard the girl from earlier on the train call 'Professor Wishburn'. So this man was one of the teachers? What was she supposed to do now that she was where she was supposed to be, just stand there awkwardly? Well, that was certainly what she was doing at the moment...
Adella smiled as she replied to Dorian, "Yes, there are. Of course, they are the ones who make things interesting for others." Her smile grew bigger, though when he mentioned how he desired to be able to fly on his own. She had always loved flying herself, and she had her broom sitting out in her personal room for the off occasion that she might desire to use it. What he desired, though, was different from just zooming around on a broomstick. "Unassissted, huh? That would be lovely." She murmured in response.
She looked up when Wishburn left, going off to collect the first years. No doubt about it, the skip in his step told her about his excitement. Well, she had overheared his approval after Professor Helenus told him that he may lead them in. Well, let him enjoy his time with the first years, since he wanted it so much! She was enjoying the fact that it was her first year as Head of House. Turning her head back to Dorian, Ella said, "Well, it looks like the students are coming in soon. Perhaps we should head back to our seats."
Lucius exited the train, his closest 'friends' [if they could be called that], were following him. He nodded to the professor, deciding that getting to the school itself was far more important than paying mind to the professor, but he did smile softly and rather charmingly at Wishburn. He then turned away, walking over to a corner of the platform, more of his house gathering around him like he were the queen [or in this case, king] of the anthill.
Dorian smiled back at Adella. "Yes, let's go to our seats. I'm looking forward to this year. All the new students coming to learn. Doesn't seem like too long ago that we were once walking through these halls to be sorted. Sometimes I forget which house I ended up in, but I know it was the right choice."
"But you," he glanced over and grinned, "you're head of house. Was it the one you went to earlier?"
He led the way back up the hall towards the head table. The paper rabbit perched on his shoulder looked around excitedly. It was moving up in the world.
“Selene my dear girl.” The young woman got a rather warm smile back. “I shall see you tomorrow in class. And, of course, the feast tonight.” Wishburn could see Lucius move through the crowd to head his house. Everybody gathered like moths to a light and he watched them proceed up the stairs first. The other prefects had not yet arrived for their houses yet.
Out of the corner of his eye he could see two others: Michelle Cairns and Edward Degulus, Haitemas and Callisto respectively. They had chosen to help first years out of the tall train and to guide them towards Wishburn whispering how it would all be okay and that he wasn’t as scary as he looked.
‘Two good students,’ thought Wishburn. Both would be attending his seventh year Transfiguration class.
This year was going to be different however.
Like Damien who wished to sport a Duelling Club (Wishburn had talked to him briefly), Wishburn was going to be doing something similar… yet excitingly different. It was going to be a surprise however and he still had to talk to the Headmaster about it considering the Board of Governors might object (he couldn’t see how though, they were all quite good friends with Wallace).
All year sevens would be immediately accepted (if in his Transfiguration class) as it was based towards them. Others would have to approach him and give a good story. If there were any aspiring in younger years, and he thought them worthy, then Wallace would also extend an olive branch to individuals.
It was be something to strive towards for his younger students. Maybe they would push themselves a little harder to try and gain entry into his little ‘club’.
Finally. All the other houses were leaving lead by each prefect. When the final student was out of sight and it was just Wishburn and the first years, he gave a big smile. He wasn’t going to be cruel. He remembered what it was like.
“Now, first years…” He said to the two hundred first years in front of him. “I am Professor Wishburn. I teach Transfiguration and I am also Head of Nemetina.” He could see some of kids from the wizarding families’ nod in agreement. They knew about the Houses and about the Wishburn line. “In a moment I will lead you up those stairs,” He motioned with his wand, “And we will join everybody else in the Great Hall. You will then be sorted into each of your houses.” He could see people start to fidget. Older brothers and sisters, as well as parents, didn’t often tell the younger ones how they were to be sorted. Sometimes older children on the train spoiled the surprise and it would spread like wild fire. This year however, it was a mystery to all. “The houses are as follows: Haitemas, Callisto, Arteleto and Nemetina. Each values different things but not one house is better then the other.” His eyes crinkled at a bunch of pure bloods (he recognised them) that were sniggering. They immediately stopped. “Once you have been sorted, you will depart to your common rooms where your house will be like your family. Follow your prefects who are always willing to help. “Now, let us depart.”
With that as his final word, Wishburn headed towards the stairs and started to climb.
With her head on Ed’s shoulder, the prefects all sat around talking to one another. The only ones that seemed to hold back were the Nemetina lot. In one corner, whispering to themselves, they detached from the other three houses and muttered something about muggles and Lucius.
There were also eight new prefects this year. So introductions had occurred, the telling of prefect secrets (like where the prefect bathroom was and some of the more useful secret passages through the school) had filled up hours. It wouldn’t be long until they would arrive at the school. While everybody else aboard the train changed, each prefect stood up, said a few goodbyes and then scuttled off.
Seeing the sun set behind the forest before complete darkness, Michelle sighed happily. She couldn’t wait until classes started tomorrow. The school year had started perfectly this year – today was a Sunday, which meant the rest of the week would flow perfectly.
“Come on Elle! We gotta help the ‘ittle firs’ years! What would they do without us?” “I dunno. As long as most of them are in Haitemas, I don’t care.” She grinned. However, it did seem that quite a number of people over the last few years had gone into Nemetina. It was now the most populated house. While each was quite well populated, Nemetina was ahead by about a hundred.
Stepping out of the train, Elle helped first years jump down and pointed out Professor Wishburn to them. Catching his eye, she nodded respectively. Her sister was right, she did still have a crush on the Professor – but she wasn’t alone. He just had that charm to him and he didn’t seem married so it was okay.
She knew that she would be having talks with first year girls later this year about the Transfiguartion professor – both good and bad. He was still a hard teacher to crack. If she hadn’t done so well, Elle supposed she probably would have been on Wishburn’s hate list. Instead, she had proved herself in her third year (she was still breaking off from the pack) and had received an award for her outstanding work.
And as they say, the rest was history.
“Catcha later Ed!” Elle whispered hurriedly before making her way to the front of the Haitemas students. “Come along Haitmas. Make sure ties are straight and robes are fastened properly. It IS a new school year. And lots of new teachers to impress.” She turned on her heel, gave a fleeting smile to Ed and started up the stairs.
Damn! She had missed her sister in all the commotion. Oh well, they could catch up at lunch.
Unlike her dorm mate, there was almost a gloating sense when Jessa finally decided to deal with her tie. She knew how to do several kinds of knots, having helped others out, like her grandfather and father. They always had been too busy to notice that there was a way to get the knot straight. It started off being done in her hands, instead of around her neck like most people. After tying for others, she always ended up getting it done this way, and never untying the knot, till it needed washing. Call it lazy, or call it efficient. The mixed pureblood just had to find a way to cut out some hassle. Eventually, she'd end up having to do the same for Niamh all the time.
Finally getting off, and on to the platform with her friend, the brown eyes did a quick scan. Selene seemed to be trying to snake her way into reaffirming a place on Washburn's good side. After all, she was in Nemetina, which guaranteed his favoritism. It was the rest who needed to work hard for his good graces. Still, there was something the tan student couldn't get. With his age surpassing the Headmaster's, why did everyone find him attractive enough to flirt with? Perhaps Jem was reading into things too much. Age alone gave an impression about the young lady, automatically seeing them as 'too old to be attracted towards,' compared to her own age. Especially given his status as a teacher. Blood hell, most of the teachers had been taught by him probably. If only some of the older ones were staying around. With her father's place in the Ministry, Jessa had already been aware of the fact that the teacher's roster was changing drastically. Whom, however, was the real question.
"Prefects? Not sure... Someone will leak to the rest of us as to what the password is, though. I'm just glad to not have to think about those things," she said in a grateful enough manner. Being a student that hated confrontation most of the time, a position like that would be an open gate to the rest of the students. Probably why there was no way that the captain of their Quidditch team even entertained the idea of asking her to try out as a beater. "I wonder if we'll be getting something of an anagram for this year's password."
Raia heard the commotion outside and deduced that the students were arriving. Before she turned to go to her seat, she took a step closer to the headmaster. "Professor, I would like to speak with you later, when you have time." With the preparations in the hall complete, she then decided it would be best to take a seat and wait for the arrival of the students. Honestly, she could care less who was in Calisto, even though it was her old house. Students sometimes took house assignments far too seriously, and she always tried to be detached from her house. True, she enjoyed it whenever her house beat out the others in any competition, and she certainly enjoyed defeating the other Quidditch teams.
Quidditch had been a fun distraction, but she had always been more interested in the Dark Arts and how to manipulate and defend against them. She was not so much into becoming a Dark Arts supporter, but she did find them interesting. The only problem was that her young age and slight figure tended to make the Ministry hesitant when sending her on a job. Accidental Magic Reversal was fun occasionally, but the real intrigue was the Auror office. Unfortunately, they turned her down because they already had far too many applicants for the very few Auror positions.
The seat at the end of the table, her seat, put some more perspective into the situation. She was the most junior professor, which meant the least respect and the least responsibility. Flying was not a position she wanted, but she was thankful to at least be near spells. She would make it a point to speak with Damien....Damn, she needed to learn his last name....She wanted to help with the Duleing Club, even if she just had to supervise basic spells. It was something she needed.
Damien smiled and nodded his appreciation at the Headmaster. "If you really wish to, then you can supervise." His sincere smile turned to an easy grin as he followed the other teachers to the head table. He took his seat and settled into, the smile fading with a sigh. He was melancholy about the start of every new year. No need to let the students know just how fervent he was when it came to teaching. In fact, the less the new students knew about him the more...interesting his classes would be.
A silent chuckle passed his lips. The first years were always so much mor impressionable than his seventh years. Of course, his seventh years the best of the school in Defense, but with Damien, it meant little. He glanced around at the other teachers, noting new faces. Those who had gone to school here he did not know. He had only been teaching for three years previous. And before that he had attended a school in the United States. Not that he mentioned to anyone who did not specifically ask which school he had attended. It was a matter of personal pride, really.
He was come from the Salem Academy. A school that was notorious for the Dark Arts. However, while most schools associated with the Dark Arts taught only that subject, Salem also taught it's students Defense Against the Dark Arts. Damien had excelled in both subjects. The Dark Arts class was a touchy subject, but the lessons learned there had only strengthened his resolve in the Defense course.
Even still, this seemed it would be an interesting year. Oh yes, indeed it would be.
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demonia
In order, starting from my last post
Date: 2007-08-16 01:21 am (UTC)As the school uniform soon donned the teenage body, the robe and tie was set to the side, leaving the rest of the outfit on. She'd never admit it, but the constricted sense of the outfit wasn't so uncomfortable, even if muggle individuality looked to be a lot more fun. She didn't get new outfits as quickly as Niamh's family had, but that came with her rather money-managed home. They had the money, yes, but like the tools for the ranch, the Matthews preferred to save a couple of sickles here and there if they could.
Adjusting the knee high socks, so they'd actually go over her knees this time, the scabbard for her wand was the final touch. It was elegant, pretty, and most importantly, hid the pink sign for everyone to point and snicker towards her. Some people liked, and had been jealous of the unusualness of her wand's shade, but it was more of a target than anything. Enough for her to be even less determined to bring her wand out for any reason. Unless, of course, there was a grade on the line, though reluctance still remained in her hand. Jessa knew on some level that it was affecting her magic in some way, and if she at least worked on her resolve, things would improve greatly. "You break away from the new smell, I'll break away from the smell of home when I can. I think we're safe to let the kid back in, eh?"
With that, a couple of knocks letting know that Erick could come in again had been given before Jessa went back to sitting down while putting on the silken robes with her house color. Was it just coincidence that her wand and house color matched each other so well?
Mors the Meticulous
Date: 2007-08-16 01:21 am (UTC)"Helenus Lang," her father's voice said in her memories. Now there is a fine man. You know, he's decended from great wizards. Can trace his line all the way back to the days of ancient Greece. Of course, you won't find him braging, since his ancestors were somewhat... infamous. They were a darker sort, though even Muggles know their names. The school will flourish under him, I'm sure of it."
As far as she could see, it had. There were so many young people wanting to work under him that the older teachers could retire without worrying that their students would suffer, and he seemed to have a knack for finding passions in people, rooting out hidden talents and goals. She'd certainly felt it during the interview, as though someone were rooting through her mind. Frightening, but fascinating.
Of course Wallace had decided to take his rightful place. Hel hadn't expected anything less. The man was a bit arrogant, true, but he was loyal to the school and had a suprisingly good sense of humor at times. He also could admit that pure blood didn't mean everything, which was a rare quality in a family such as the one Wishburn had come from. Naturally, Hel didn't care what background a student was from as long as he or she had the passion and drive to learn.
The man looked around at his faculty, nodded to Adella in return for her wave, and smiled as he saw the newer teachers already nearer. "Oh, Damien! How can I help you, my dear professor?" He gestured to Raia to let her know that he'd be with her shortly before he turned to the Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, looking up at the taller young man with a smile sparkling in his eyes.
It was good that his (mostly) young staff was so capable. He'd hand-picked them all for various reasons, trying to form a cohesive group, one that would create a bond and be there in hard times, growing stronger. He had no doubt that this year would be the best since he'd started, that they'd all see rewards for work well done. Dorian and young Raia, Anya and Psyche... hm. I wonder where Morrigan is. She should be here by now...
[Evelyn]
Date: 2007-08-16 01:22 am (UTC)"So...," she said, something lingering on the tip of her mind. She pushed it aside, bringing up her professionalism that had been destroyed once Georges had teased her. "Are you almost prepared for the students' arrival or shall I pass on the message to the Headmaster that you will be just a bit late?"
"Ah...my dear," he said, in a chamring manner. He had caught the whiff of professionalism that had returned to the tiny woman, but he much more liked her agitated and confused. "When have I ever been late to serve a meal?"
"What do you mean? You're constantly late for serving meals on time. I seem to recall that last year-" The brunette was cut off as she was roughly pushed back against a table by the head chef. She felt her face immediately turn a deep shade of red simply by the closeness of his body despite the fact that a couple of knives had flown by them in a hurry.
"Lilt! Watch where you're tossing things around!" he bellowed down at the small, female free elf. She looked back up at him with her large eyes, her hat in her hands as she tugged on it nervously.
"Sorry, Mr. Georges. I be more careful," she said, skittering off away from her current location.
Evelyn found herself pushing away the older man as he looked down at her and gripped her shoulders. He could tell that he was going to ask if she was okay, but that didn't matter. The brunette straightened out her clothing and dusted it off as if she had fallen on the floor, giving Georges a stern look. Her face was still covered in the blush as the scent of the head chef lingered in her nose just a bit too long. "You're kitchen is a mad house! Don't you have safety procedures for this type of thing?" she asked, her voice sounding much more harsh and angry than she actually felt. She was really embarrassed, but she was covering it up again under anger. "Nevermind...just make sure that you're ontime this year. I will tell the Headmaster."
She whipped around, turning away from him and nearly walking into one of the metal tables. She managed to find her way out of the kitchen without too much trouble, but she was still rather embarrassed. Her body burned where the man had touched her and she couldn't get it to go away. her face looked flushed and Evelyn didn't know how to make it disappear, exactly. She made a hasty retreat back to the Main Hall. She had transformed her Muggle clothing back into her robes before she enter, however, knowing that the Headmaster would probably be there. As soon as she opened the door, her emerald colored eyes glanced around the room. She was still a bit flustered from the kitchen and it was easily visible. She moved over to the Headmaster, noting that Damien was conversing with the Headmaster. "I don't want to butt in. I only want you to know, Helenus, that I have already been to the kitchen and everything is in order," she explained, nodding at Damien. She gave a brief smile and turned away, making sure that she wasn't being too bothersome to the two of them. It wasn't in her nature to easedrop and so, she made her way back up to the head table, to her seat. She released a large sigh as the final effects of the embarrassment wore off. She had to focus. The new students would be here soon. This was supposed to be an exciting evening, not one of frustration.
FTWPDL
Date: 2007-08-16 01:22 am (UTC)Sitting back on his seat; legs dangling over the edge of it, he looked outside. "So...I guess we're about home, then?" He twiddled around with his wand some more. He always needed to be doing something with his hands, even if they weren't necessarily some of the more vulgar things most boys his age did. Generally he was twirling wands around, or perhaps a pen or pencil. He even would cause a coin to dance around his knuckles if the fancy struck him. The constant need for activity certainly wasn't too annoying, he found, though. In fact, Erick felt that it sort of helped to define him and make him noticeable; assuming, of course, the insults at people taller than him, his shortness, and his slight sense of brashness didn't have him wellknown enough.
"Which reminds me, do either of you know if there are any open spots on the Quidditch team this year?"
Damien smiled at the Headmaster's greeting. Hel was definitely a fun man. "I was wondering if I could start a club this year, one open to all students of all years," he began with an easy smile. "A sort of extracurricular Defense Against the Dark Arts club, as it were." He paused here, looking for reaction from the Headmaster. He really wanted the idea to go through, simply because it would be fun, he thought. Of course, a lot of things he thought fun weren't according to most people. Such as swimming in below-freezing waters. Damien still had no idea why people didn't enjoy doing something like that.
"I'd be teaching the students a bit more about the spells they learn about in class, as well as some that are not covered in the curriculum." A curriculum that had been set up by the Board of Governors for the school, a group of people that Damien did not see eye to eye with. Although it was base, it did not allow for him to teach some of the more entertaining spells and subjects of his teaching profession. "Of course, I would also seek to teach proper dueling etiquette, and use the club as a reinforcement of ways to recognize and block spells," he stopped here, waiting to see how the Headmaster would react. He was also secretly hoping that his idea would be accepted and he could go along with it. But, if not, he could always try again next year.
Mors the Meticulous
Date: 2007-08-16 01:23 am (UTC)He turned back to Damien and listened intently to the man's idea. A Dueling Club, now that was an idea. The Governors may not like the idea of teaching students things not on the curriculum, nor teaching them how to attack fellow wizards and witches. However, it was rather practical. The world wasn't always a safe place for a young sprig fresh out of school. Not even for us bent, old sprigs. He fingered a scar on his left wrist idly while listening. And Damien is a very capable man. Some of the other teachers may want to join in and help, also. Perhaps I could even contribute a bit. Might be fun to have a friendly duel with Wallace again. The last one we had was when he was Headboy and I was trying to get into the... well, nevermind that. It was long ago.
"It's a wonderful idea, Damien. One I would be pleased to help you with on anything you need, even managing the activities until it's all smoothed out. You know, I'm surprised no other teacher has requested this activity before. Illegal duels are so popular among the youth that it's silly not have one. And don't worry about the Board; I'll deal with them when the time comes."
Damiascutlass
Date: 2007-08-16 01:23 am (UTC)Despite the fact that Damien was rather attractive in her eyes, she really wanted to help with a dueling club. It was sort of part of her job at the Ministry, though it was rare to actually duel while on duty. No, it became a sort of bonding thing amongst those in her department. Everyone would gather every Friday night and would have a mini dueling tournament. It took her a few years before her co-workers started to see her as a possible threat to taking the dueling title of their group. But, she had left for this post before she could put her skills to the test.
Caliesil
Date: 2007-08-16 01:24 am (UTC)She had withheld a smirk when Michelle called them all prefects, for while she didn't know if Selene was one, the half-blood new she wasn't. Now don't think it was due to her not being a good student or that she simply she wasn't fit for the job, it was just a thing she had never wanted it and was glad to have never been asked. She believed that while teachers may have thought of naming her as one that those who truly new her must of voiced that it would have been a bad idea. Leadership, while something she was capable of was not a thing she wanted to pursue. Those times in class when she'd been forced into such a position it was clear she didn't want it, throwing the responsibility away to the first adequate person to stand up for it. That of course was the bigger problem, Isabella was very choice of who she threw that responsibility away to, for while she wanted to be rid of it she still wanted the class to succeed.
"Would you mind leaving so would could get changed." Isabel said to the fourth year once Lucius had left. She was comfortable with her body yes, but letting some little perve complete his fantasy of being in a small space with two near naked older girls on the first day of school was just to much. It wasn’t even a question really, more of a kindly made demand if such a thing did exist.
Once the door had closed Isabel made a little grin before flicking her wand, the muggle cloths changing into the school robes with twirling sparks that still revealed a bit more leg than was acceptable in the wizard world. In her own experience there was no such thing as to much leg in the muggle world. The main reason she’d wanted to get rid of the boy was to place a very serious, very tabu question that a loyal little dog like Felix would see as a heinous crime.
"Do you think he’s as dangerous as he makes himself out to be, or is it just a bunch of bollocks?" She didn’t need to say who she meant, Selene wasn’t a moron and even one of those would have be able to pick up on which pure born snob she was talking about. It wouldn't be long until they got to the school and this was just as much to get Selene's opinion, as it was to see if she would shrug off the question and pretend it never happened.
Leesa-chan
Date: 2007-08-16 01:25 am (UTC)“Evelyn. Georges has it all in order I’m sure. By the looks of it, you showed him. I’ll see you in an hour or so with all our new pupils. A new year, new students and mostly a new faculty.” He gave a curt nod and disappeared around the corner. He was on his way to the grand foyer that lead to the two sets of stairs that made their way up to dorms, classrooms and the great hall. Like most magical schools, Lisheen contained all sorts of passages and passes. One of them included the path to the train platform. They would arrive any minute now. And then, the feast!
Glancing out the grand windows, he could see the sun setting over the forest. The students would be able to see it for a fleeting moment before driving through into the tunnel and under the ground. Total blackness would envelop them and then the dread. Wallace would always be reminded of his own school experience and his first ride on the train.
“Good luck son…”
“Thanks father!”
“Now, as all Wishburn’s, you’ll be in Nemetina. Make me proud boy.”
“Of course father.”
Wallace hoped onto the train as it started to leave. A daredevil, he had to wait until the train was leaving the platform before he would even start towards it.
“Goodbye mum!” He called out through a window. He could see his mum getting teary eyed as her little boy left for almost a year. Knowing him, he wouldn’t come home for Christmas.
Sitting down in a compartment, he saw a few older kids scuttle by the indoor window also trying to find seats. They already had their robes on and all had Nemetina colours sprinkled over the crest and their hats.
“Are you guys in Nemetina?” Wallace asked as he pushed the sliding door across.
“Of course!” An older boy smirked. He knew who this kid was. The Wishburn family was famous. “I suppose you’re Wallace.”
“Yep!” The goofy grin returned.
“Well, you’ll be in Nemetina alright. And make sure to hang around the right people.” The older boy raised an eyebrow knowingly before making his way from the hallway to push a little girl from a compartment to make room for him and his friends.
“You okay?” He asked the little girl who nodded. “First year?” Another nod. “Me too! Come sit with me, we can be friends.”
“Alright.” Heaving her large trunk behind her and setting it on the seat beside her, she held out her hand. “I’m Natalie. Natalie Nettle.”
“Wallace, Wallace Wishburn.” He shook her hand greedily.
“Come along first years. This way please. I am Professor Plum. Ha! Professor Prufius Plum. What alliteration! Now, follow me. The sorting ceremony will begin shortly and you’ll all be put into your houses. I teach transfiguration and will probably teach every one of you. Better like me then ‘eh?” The short bearded professor continued to chuckle at his own jokes before pottering along to the great hall.
“Now, let’s begin!”
“Ah… poor Professor Plum. Rest in peace.” He had died, late into Wishburn’s seventh year. No one really knew how. It was him that made Wallace want to become a teacher, and strive high for transfiguration.
It was also Plum who taught Wishburn how to become an animagus. His form took the same as his late professors: a wolf; cunning and quick but wise.
“Acrotantula.”
A tall wizard statue made a short bow before stepping aside to reveal a small crawl space. Making it expand with a flick of his wand, Wishburn started to make his way down to the platform. He could hear the train coming in to a stop, the whistle blowing and the steam rising from it’s funnel could be seen drifting from the dark end of the tunnel.
Prt 2 Leesa-chan
Date: 2007-08-16 01:25 am (UTC)The hustle and bustle began. Owls were screeching, trunks were being thumped and people were adjusting their uniforms. Everyone knew Wishburn would be waiting on the other side of the carriage doors. All at once, each carriage door flew open with students peaking out of windows and the now open door.
It had fallen silent.
“Welcome students to another year at Lisheen. First years, please come up to me. Leave your belongings on the train. Including animals. Older students, please follow your prefects to the feast that awaits.”
Yep, another year had begun.
Re: Prt 2 Leesa-chan
Date: 2007-08-16 01:53 am (UTC)Niamh stretched as the train screeched to a halt. "Well, I suppose we're finally here. It's about time! The poor first years are probably all in a tizzy." She smiled and tossed her glossy black hair over her shoulder before standing and gathering her things.
"Who knows, I might attempt to try out for the Quidditch team this year." She headed off the train and around to wait for her Prefect as Professor Wishburn had dictated.
"Oh, Who <i>is</i> our prefect this year? Do you know, Jessa?" </color>
I_Focus_On_The_Pain
Date: 2007-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)"Thinking like that won't do you any favours. It would be more agreeable for you to keep your mouth shut and be ignorant. But, I'll tell you this, don't mess with him, or you will regret it."
She was being utterly serious, her face perfectly composed for the rather damning words she had just spoken. Lucius was always curteous to her, but she'd seen his nasty side on many occasions. Despite this, she was never afraid to play around with him, knowing they both came from powerful families put them on the same level.
The "underlings" however, were a different story. Those who had crossed the path of his wrath didn't dare speak of it, and those who did were soon silenced.
Adding a hint of a smile after her words, she pulled her wand from her sleeve and quickly changed into her robes, her own skirt rivalling Isabel's in length.
Peering out of the window, she felt the train slow to a stop, and proceeded to straightened down her robes and leave the carriage.
On the platform, she saw the figure of Wishburn in the distance, a smirk trailing across her lips at the sight of her head of house. Ever since her first year they had had an understanding, and she could almost call him a friend, having run to him when her grandmother had died. He was the man she could rely on at school when she couldn't see her real father.
Walking down the platform to the stairs, the people parting for her like the red sea, her smile widened as she got closer. Giving a nod at him in greeting as she walked past, "Good evening Professor Wishburn," left her lips before she took to the steps.
Amazon
Date: 2007-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)He was looking forward to being back at school. Even if being in Nemetina was like swimming with a school of shark, it was still better then that dreary empty home of his.
Whatever had happened to the first years he'd been sharing a compartment with, he didn't know, but presumably they would be going with Wishburn.
Avedis took his place with the other older students. He knew where to go, but in theory they were supposed to wait for their prefects. He mentally shrugged. Oh well. So he'd wait. Not like he had anything better to do.
Puppa
Date: 2007-08-16 01:26 am (UTC)And so that was what he did once he shut the door behind him. Naturally, his friends had a few short questions to ask about where he had disappeared to, but all he needed to do was mention Lucius's name for them to fall silent again. He grabbed his bag down from the luggage rack and shook out his robes before putting them on. He had always been rather pleased by the way they fit him.
Shortly after he had made himself presentable for entering the school, he felt the train come to a halt, and knew immediately - not only from the fact that they weren't moving, but also from the excited whispers slowly filling the train - that they had arrived at the school. A nervous smile flitted across his face, and he headed out of the compartment and on to the platform. He could hear Professor Wishburn giving directions to the students - so Wishburn had been given the task of directing the first years, it seemed - and he headed over to where the Nemetinas would end up meeting before heading down for the feast (one of his favorite parts of the night).
Considering the fact that she hadn't taken anything out during the train ride, Sarah hadn't needed to do much when it came to packing up. Her conversations with the other people inside her compartment had taken up quite a good amount of time, and she had spent the rest of the time looking through Ian's book, which fascinated her to no end.
At some point between Avedis's announcement to pack up and when they reached the school, Sarah had found the time to change into the robes she was supposed to wear. She thought they were a little plain, but even if they were, she was still so excited to be putting them on. When she had first gone out to get them with Felix and her step-father, she had modeled the robes for at least the rest of the day once they had returned home.
She moved back over to the window in order to watch out it when she first felt the train slowing down. When the school came into view, she could hardly take her eyes off of it, and couldn't wait to get off the train and see what it would be like.
When she actually got off the train, though, her opinion made room for the nervousness she was suddenly feeling. She stared at the single person on the platform, the one giving instructions. Older students were supposed to head straight in, while first years...she was supposed to go over to where he was. Slowly she walked in the direction of the man, who she heard the girl from earlier on the train call 'Professor Wishburn'. So this man was one of the teachers? What was she supposed to do now that she was where she was supposed to be, just stand there awkwardly? Well, that was certainly what she was doing at the moment...
Sapphire Kasumi
Date: 2007-08-16 01:27 am (UTC)She looked up when Wishburn left, going off to collect the first years. No doubt about it, the skip in his step told her about his excitement. Well, she had overheared his approval after Professor Helenus told him that he may lead them in. Well, let him enjoy his time with the first years, since he wanted it so much! She was enjoying the fact that it was her first year as Head of House. Turning her head back to Dorian, Ella said, "Well, it looks like the students are coming in soon. Perhaps we should head back to our seats."
Sakura Ryou
Date: 2007-08-16 01:27 am (UTC)Amazon
Date: 2007-08-16 01:28 am (UTC)"But you," he glanced over and grinned, "you're head of house. Was it the one you went to earlier?"
He led the way back up the hall towards the head table. The paper rabbit perched on his shoulder looked around excitedly. It was moving up in the world.
Leesa-chan
Date: 2007-08-16 01:28 am (UTC)Out of the corner of his eye he could see two others: Michelle Cairns and Edward Degulus, Haitemas and Callisto respectively. They had chosen to help first years out of the tall train and to guide them towards Wishburn whispering how it would all be okay and that he wasn’t as scary as he looked.
‘Two good students,’ thought Wishburn. Both would be attending his seventh year Transfiguration class.
This year was going to be different however.
Like Damien who wished to sport a Duelling Club (Wishburn had talked to him briefly), Wishburn was going to be doing something similar… yet excitingly different. It was going to be a surprise however and he still had to talk to the Headmaster about it considering the Board of Governors might object (he couldn’t see how though, they were all quite good friends with Wallace).
All year sevens would be immediately accepted (if in his Transfiguration class) as it was based towards them. Others would have to approach him and give a good story. If there were any aspiring in younger years, and he thought them worthy, then Wallace would also extend an olive branch to individuals.
It was be something to strive towards for his younger students. Maybe they would push themselves a little harder to try and gain entry into his little ‘club’.
Finally. All the other houses were leaving lead by each prefect. When the final student was out of sight and it was just Wishburn and the first years, he gave a big smile. He wasn’t going to be cruel. He remembered what it was like.
“Now, first years…” He said to the two hundred first years in front of him. “I am Professor Wishburn. I teach Transfiguration and I am also Head of Nemetina.” He could see some of kids from the wizarding families’ nod in agreement. They knew about the Houses and about the Wishburn line.
“In a moment I will lead you up those stairs,” He motioned with his wand, “And we will join everybody else in the Great Hall. You will then be sorted into each of your houses.” He could see people start to fidget. Older brothers and sisters, as well as parents, didn’t often tell the younger ones how they were to be sorted. Sometimes older children on the train spoiled the surprise and it would spread like wild fire. This year however, it was a mystery to all.
“The houses are as follows: Haitemas, Callisto, Arteleto and Nemetina. Each values different things but not one house is better then the other.” His eyes crinkled at a bunch of pure bloods (he recognised them) that were sniggering. They immediately stopped.
“Once you have been sorted, you will depart to your common rooms where your house will be like your family. Follow your prefects who are always willing to help.
“Now, let us depart.”
With that as his final word, Wishburn headed towards the stairs and started to climb.
Leesa-chan
Date: 2007-08-16 01:28 am (UTC)There were also eight new prefects this year. So introductions had occurred, the telling of prefect secrets (like where the prefect bathroom was and some of the more useful secret passages through the school) had filled up hours. It wouldn’t be long until they would arrive at the school. While everybody else aboard the train changed, each prefect stood up, said a few goodbyes and then scuttled off.
Seeing the sun set behind the forest before complete darkness, Michelle sighed happily. She couldn’t wait until classes started tomorrow. The school year had started perfectly this year – today was a Sunday, which meant the rest of the week would flow perfectly.
“Come on Elle! We gotta help the ‘ittle firs’ years! What would they do without us?”
“I dunno. As long as most of them are in Haitemas, I don’t care.” She grinned. However, it did seem that quite a number of people over the last few years had gone into Nemetina. It was now the most populated house. While each was quite well populated, Nemetina was ahead by about a hundred.
Stepping out of the train, Elle helped first years jump down and pointed out Professor Wishburn to them. Catching his eye, she nodded respectively. Her sister was right, she did still have a crush on the Professor – but she wasn’t alone. He just had that charm to him and he didn’t seem married so it was okay.
She knew that she would be having talks with first year girls later this year about the Transfiguartion professor – both good and bad. He was still a hard teacher to crack. If she hadn’t done so well, Elle supposed she probably would have been on Wishburn’s hate list. Instead, she had proved herself in her third year (she was still breaking off from the pack) and had received an award for her outstanding work.
And as they say, the rest was history.
“Catcha later Ed!” Elle whispered hurriedly before making her way to the front of the Haitemas students.
“Come along Haitmas. Make sure ties are straight and robes are fastened properly. It IS a new school year. And lots of new teachers to impress.” She turned on her heel, gave a fleeting smile to Ed and started up the stairs.
Damn! She had missed her sister in all the commotion. Oh well, they could catch up at lunch.
Dragon Ladysupreme
Date: 2007-08-16 02:11 am (UTC)Finally getting off, and on to the platform with her friend, the brown eyes did a quick scan. Selene seemed to be trying to snake her way into reaffirming a place on Washburn's good side. After all, she was in Nemetina, which guaranteed his favoritism. It was the rest who needed to work hard for his good graces. Still, there was something the tan student couldn't get. With his age surpassing the Headmaster's, why did everyone find him attractive enough to flirt with? Perhaps Jem was reading into things too much. Age alone gave an impression about the young lady, automatically seeing them as 'too old to be attracted towards,' compared to her own age. Especially given his status as a teacher. Blood hell, most of the teachers had been taught by him probably. If only some of the older ones were staying around. With her father's place in the Ministry, Jessa had already been aware of the fact that the teacher's roster was changing drastically. Whom, however, was the real question.
"Prefects? Not sure... Someone will leak to the rest of us as to what the password is, though. I'm just glad to not have to think about those things," she said in a grateful enough manner. Being a student that hated confrontation most of the time, a position like that would be an open gate to the rest of the students. Probably why there was no way that the captain of their Quidditch team even entertained the idea of asking her to try out as a beater. "I wonder if we'll be getting something of an anagram for this year's password."
no subject
Date: 2007-08-16 03:06 am (UTC)Quidditch had been a fun distraction, but she had always been more interested in the Dark Arts and how to manipulate and defend against them. She was not so much into becoming a Dark Arts supporter, but she did find them interesting. The only problem was that her young age and slight figure tended to make the Ministry hesitant when sending her on a job. Accidental Magic Reversal was fun occasionally, but the real intrigue was the Auror office. Unfortunately, they turned her down because they already had far too many applicants for the very few Auror positions.
The seat at the end of the table, her seat, put some more perspective into the situation. She was the most junior professor, which meant the least respect and the least responsibility. Flying was not a position she wanted, but she was thankful to at least be near spells. She would make it a point to speak with Damien....Damn, she needed to learn his last name....She wanted to help with the Duleing Club, even if she just had to supervise basic spells. It was something she needed.
FTWPDL
Date: 2007-08-16 11:04 pm (UTC)A silent chuckle passed his lips. The first years were always so much mor impressionable than his seventh years. Of course, his seventh years the best of the school in Defense, but with Damien, it meant little. He glanced around at the other teachers, noting new faces. Those who had gone to school here he did not know. He had only been teaching for three years previous. And before that he had attended a school in the United States. Not that he mentioned to anyone who did not specifically ask which school he had attended. It was a matter of personal pride, really.
He was come from the Salem Academy. A school that was notorious for the Dark Arts. However, while most schools associated with the Dark Arts taught only that subject, Salem also taught it's students Defense Against the Dark Arts. Damien had excelled in both subjects. The Dark Arts class was a touchy subject, but the lessons learned there had only strengthened his resolve in the Defense course.
Even still, this seemed it would be an interesting year. Oh yes, indeed it would be.