<strong>Name:</strong>Headmaster Augustus Blusstone<br/><strong>Age:</strong>64<br/>A short man, Augustus is thin, about 5'9' with a crown of amazingly blonde hair that is untamed, and foreverly sticking out everywhere. His eyes are dark brown, but happy<br/><strong>Tag</strong>Emily, Everyone<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As the last of the students were sorted by Sapientia, the last one being a scrawny, yet tall red-headed boy, who filtered into the Dawes clan, Augustus stood up. With a clap of his hands everything went silent again. The only thing making a noise was the goblet before them all. It creaked with an ancient marvel of stone grinding as it made it’s way slowly, almost dramatically, back into the floor from whence it came. Not many people knew, but Sapientia did have a personality all her own. Those close to the goblet would have heard a whisper, in a little sly voice. “Have fun, my little darlings.” Though most students denied this, of course, after all, why would a goblet actually be talking outside of it’s purpose?<br/><br/>“Well students.” Augustus said, a smile pulling back on his face as if it were permanently etched there. “The sorting is over, I trust that no one is sad about where they have been placed.” Augustus made a point to look at a few of the sad new students, Emily included. “It’s a place that, sooner or later, you will discover to be a home to you. Your fellow Clan members will become like family. Only once has Sapientia been wrong, and I dare say it was wrong.” Augustus said with a shake of his head. He was speaking about when the goblet attempted to put Damien Demopilous into the Dawes Clan.<br/><br/>He stopped talking for a moment, letting his words sink in. Augustus was an eccentric man, by all means, but he was a smart man. Looking over all of his students again he clapped once more. “Now that all of the serious business has been concluded, let us eat!” That was when all of the students perked up as food began to appear on the plates in front of them. Piles of piles of it. All different kinds, almost as if the house elves knew what each student liked individually. They didn’t of course, but what student didn’t enjoy a good piece of chicken or some perfectly cooked asparagus?<br/>