<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/9a/CailleachVega6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Vega Sutton<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Black cargo trousers, black biker boots(worn and scuffed), second hand hogwarts robe(she would not let her parents buy a new one) large baggy hogwarts jumper, shirt and tie<br/><strong>Blood Status:</strong>Muggleborn<br/><strong>Wand</strong>:  Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br/><strong>House/Year</strong>: To Be Decided<br/><strong>Date</strong>:  Friday, September 1st ,2017<br/><strong>Time/Day:</strong>Evening of the Grand Feast<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall waiting to be sorted<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>not amused<br/><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong>Massive Attack - Butterfly Caught (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g45PgMJMqLY)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>the hat<br/><hr/><br/>From standing alone on a train platform, to sitting numbed in a carriage surrounded by loud raucous teenagers Vega felt as if she had been plunged into boiling hot water and was waiting for someone to douse her at any moment in the ice. Thankfully she had  earbuds in her ears and most of the noise was muffled fuel to the already mounting fire of anxiety and aggravation. This was not where she wanted to be, these magic people were not who she wanted to be with. A mistake, it was all a horrible stupid mistake and all the strange stuff she had been doing by accident for years was because she was on some sensory overload. All they had to do was medicate her but sending her away to a boarding school for the crazily afllicted 'magic kids' was just something that went beyond boarding on the insane, it rolled right off that and landed right smack in the vicinity of cuckoo ville and ludicrous island. There was no turning back now though, there had been no point in arguing with her parents. Getting away from them was for their own good, she knew that even though she looked nothing like Tamara she still reminded them of her every second of every day.<br/><br/>From the train they were hustled to boats, someone had nudged her and eventually she had taken the ear buds out but not to listen to the others around her, her blue eyes stared straight at the moon reflected on the lake and she had climbed into the boat. Sitting there in what she had made into her uniform because there was no way she was going to dress in a skirt for anyone especially at her age, Vega had watched the ripples spreading from each boat. Other first years seemed thrilled by a boat that pulled itself along, Vega was more concerned that not a single one of them had a life jacket on and she couldn't swim!<br/><br/>But, they had made it to the other side and were taken up to the massive castle that was called Hogwarts where she was to spend the rest of her academic life. She hated it already, she had been told that none of her devices would work here, how was she supposed to listen to her music? To go online, to do all the thousands of things she did electronically every single day? She was ... Vega rattled her head for the term she heard down that strange shopping place where they had to go for her school books and equipment, muggle-born. She was a muggle born. She barely noted any of the students about her, the cowl of her robe was up over her head and her hands were buried deep into the robe pockets.  Black eyeliner darkened her eyes, her mother had suggested she leave her piercings at home or until the weekends if she had them free. Vega was still wearing them, she wasn't changing who she was just because a bunch of Gandalf's and Mary Poppin types were going to show her all about magic.<br/><br/>The doors to the Great Hall were opened and they were shown inside, like sheep fenced into a pen she thought as she walked with everyone else. Her gaze swept over everything, taking the decor, the hangings, the ceiling, the tables, the other students all in. Her scuffed toed biker boots moved quietly up the floor, beneath her robe she had done her best to wear what would still be considered a uniform but it was her version of it: deep grey cargo trousers, a large baggy black jumper that swamped her almost like the robe did and her blouse opened at the collar, her tie already so loose as to be lost on her person somewhere. A grown up was speaking and for a moment Vega considered putting the ear plugs back in but let her hand squeeze about them instead in her pocket. Each first year was eventually called to sit on a high stool and the weirdest looking witches hat was put on their head.<br/><br/>Vega thought it was some ridiculous joke and when her name was called out simply stood there for a moment wondering what on earth were they expecting from her. She should have had a smoke on the boat coming over, she needed one about now. Her eyes moved upwards, to where the staff seemed to be focusing their attention on the group of students remaining. With a sigh she pushed her cowl back and let it fall down over her back and shoulders. The tattoo on her neck was visible as her hair was tied into a small ponytail at the back revealing the undercut she sported. Her bangs were so rigid that even the gleam of her eyebrow piercing seemed to be livid against her pale skin. The closer she drew the more she stared at the hat, that thing could be filled with lice from all the heads it had been put upon. Her face gave nothing away, deadpan while she felt she was screaming inside.<br/><br/>The hat was raised and Vega sat on the stool, felt the hat lowered as she stared off into the distance above the heads of the students wishing she was anywhere but here, wishing that she was not magical or had anything unusual about her but as different as she was, perhaps here she would find that she was one of many, a small fish in a big pond, perhaps this was the place she would finally fit? The slightest smirk curled at her lip before disappearing again, she wasn't going to make it that easy for anyone, she would be her own person and do her own thing the way she always did and screw the system, hell to the man!<br/><em>'Go on then do your bit'</em>she challenged the sentient old hat.