<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/23/8e/24/238e24c846b1c74fb4fd0f9d02b0fb18.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/harrypotter/images/a/ae/Hogwartscrest.png/revision/latest?cb=20110806202805)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>NAME:</strong> Samantha Étoile de la Roche (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=299655.msg14655518#msg14655518)<br/><strong>OCCUPATION:</strong> Mediwitch under Matron Evans<br/><strong>BLOOD STATUS:</strong> Half-Blood<br/><strong>WAND:</strong> 11 inches, Pliable | Cedar | Unicorn Hair<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong> As pictured, with grey ankle boots (https://m.media-amazon.com/images/I/61Cb2fg+2TL._SR500,500_.jpg).<br/><strong>DATE | TIME:</strong> September 2, 2019 | Evening<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcome Feast<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Amoroso from Prokofiev's Cinderella (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DPvNDfSnvbU)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Mentioning Headmaster Phixyll and Matron Evans</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>Samantha had watched the sorting with the bald fascination of a tourist, which, in fact, she was despite the fact that she was staff. With her elbow propped on the long staff table and her chin resting in her hand, she had stared, utterly riveted, as Godric Gryffindor's tattered, old hat sang and rhymed and carefully placed each new student in one of the iconic Hogwarts Houses. The Sorting Hat was legendary in the wizarding world, after all, and not many foreigners had the opportunity to watch the charmed object in action. Matron Evans may have sniffed at her slightly for the elbow on the table, but Sam was far too enthralled to have heard the small noise of British discontent.<br/><br/>When the sorting was complete and Headmaster Phixyll stood to greet the students, the blonde mediwitch sat up straighter, paying attention. She watched the excited faces of the students as the Triwizard Tournament was officially announced to the school. Her lips pursed just a touch, brows drawing ever so slightly together. Thankfully Headmaster Phixyll gave the event the gravitas it was due, cautioning the students to think hard about entering into the tournament. Serious blue eyes glanced over the student body once more, cataloging the possible injuries she might have to treat over the course of the year.<br/><br/>Looking down at the plate in front of her, Sam cringed slightly as she realized how many names she would have to attempt learning. Ah well. It was really no different than working in the hospital. There, names in beds could change daily. Charts were always available to look at to help recall names, and if she had to ask, she had to ask. No harm, no foul, so long as the students received the proper care.<br/><br/>The mood lightened as the feast appeared on the platters along the tables. On her own plate, appeared pain au chocolat with a lit candle piercing the flaky pastry. The 29 year old smiled, grateful for the House Elves and their thoughtfulness. Briefly closing her eyes, she made a wish before blowing out the candle...