Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread
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				Title: <strong>Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 11:29:06</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180317/2b5b6c4f5a045dc133eb8fb5f9ac061e.png)<br>This thread is for all scenes that take place inside of The Great Hall. Please make sure to use the header below to avoid confusion<br><br><br>(https://i.imgur.com/oJeZVyq.jpg)<br><br>The Great Hall is one of the largest rooms in Hogwarts castle, the main gathering place for meals and school events. Students sit at four long, wooden tables that run down its length, traditionally according to house, while the teachers and staff sit at the High Table. The ceiling is bewitched to look like the sky outside. Mirroring even the passing storms that pass over Hogwarts. <br><br>Lit by thousands and thousands of candles which float in mid-air over the four long tables, where the rest of the students sit. This is the first sight First Years are treated too once inside of the castle. Always a great feast is prepared to start the year following the sorting. The Feast is held in the Great Hall just like all of the other meals at Hogwarts, and is traditionally attended by every student and teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft And Wizardry. During the Feast, hundreds of plates are set on each of the four House tables and are filled with food magically appearing on the empty plates, prepared by house-elves working in the kitchens below. Likewise, it is emptied by vanishing before their eyes when the Feast is complete.<br><br>The types of food served are roast beef, roast chicken, pork chops, lamb chops, sausages, bacon, steak, joints, steak and kidney pie, boiled potatoes, roast potatoes, mashed potato, chips, green beans, Yorkshire pudding, peas, salads, carrots, gravy, ketchup, and peppermint humbugs. For dessert, they had blocks of assorted ice cream, apple pies, spotted dick, chocolate gateau, treacle tart, pumpkin tart, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, and rice pudding. As well as many other entrees that appear throughout the year. <br><br><br><br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 11:29:38</strong>
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				<div class="codeheader">Code: <a href="javascript:void(0);" onclick="return smfSelectText(this);" class="codeoperation">[Select]</a></div><pre style="margin: 0; padding: 0;"><code class="bbc_code">[floatleft][img width=150 padding=10]IMAGE URL HERE[/img][/floatleft]<br>[b]NAME:[/b] Your Character Name<br>(Optional)[b]WEARING:[/b] Optional description of what your character is wearing, or a link to their outfit.<br>[b]Blood Status:[/b] (Pureblood, Halfblood, or Muggleborn)<br>[b]Wand[/b]: (Wood, Core, and Length)<br>[b]House/Year[/b]: (Character's House and Year at the school)<br>[b]Date[/b]: (Day of the Week, Month, Day and year I.E. Friday, September 1st ,2017)<br>[b]Time/Day:[/b] General time of day. Morning/afternoon/evening/night. Can specify with values such as dawn/noon/midnight.<br>[b]LOCATION:[/b] Where your character is at in context of the current thread - optional sublocation (ex: Simpsons Residence - Kitchen)<br>[b]CONTENT:[/b] General level of content. Drama/Conversation/Humor/Smut/Etc.<br>(Optional)[b]MOOD MUSIC:[/b] [url=link]YouTube or BandCamp link to music to set the mood[/url]<br>[b]TAGGING:[/b] Any characters and potential NPC's being referenced or directly spoken with in this post.<br>[hr]<br><br>BEGIN POST CONTENT HERE</code></pre>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread (closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>21-03-2018, 11:44:40</strong>
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				<strong>Mood Music:</strong> Entry into the Great Hall (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jy51NHDFAM)<br><hr><div align="center">Each year when the First Year students arrive at Hogwarts, they undergo a ceremony to sort them into one of the Four Houses: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff. It is done through the use of the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat. The First years do not arrive by carriage as the other six years do, but instead gather and make their way across the great lake by boat. During this time their upper class-men file into the great hall taking their place at their respective house tables, and await the arrival of the first years and their sorting.<br><br>A stool is placed in front of the students sitting at tables in the Great Hall, and the Sorting Hat is placed upon it. Usually it sings a rhyming song, either describing the sorting process or the ceremony itself, or giving a warning about House unity if Hogwarts is in danger. When that is over, each new student is called forward in alphabetical order by their last names. A professor (This year being the potions professor Lucious Karkus) puts the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on the student’s head, and it looks into their mind and mulls over their placement.<br><br>While the Hat is on the student’s head a sort of back-and-forth conversation goes on in their minds. The Hat tells the student where they would do well, but also seems to take the First Year’s own wishes into account, since usually they get the House they want. Though there have been some cases in which the hat has sorted a student unexpectedly. Very rarely a “Hatstall” occurs in which the Sorting Hat takes a long time to decide where to place a student. A true Hatstall has only happened twice in Hogwarts history or so they say.<br><br>Once the ceremony is over, the Sorting Hat’s decision is final. No one ever switches houses, though they may still have an affinity for another house.<br><br>(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)<br><br>"<em>Oh you may not think I'm pretty,<br>But don't judge on what you see,<br>I'll eat myself if you can find<br>A smarter hat than me.<br><br>You can keep your bowlers black,<br>Your top hats sleek and tall,<br>For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat<br>And I can cap them all.<br><br>There's nothing hidden in your head<br>The Sorting Hat can't see,<br>So try me on and I will tell you<br>Where you ought to be.<br><br>You might belong in Gryffindor,<br>Where dwell the brave at heart,<br>Their daring, nerve, and chivalry<br>Set Gryffindors apart;<br><br>You might belong in Hufflepuff,<br>Where they are just and loyal,<br>Those patient Hufflepuffs are true<br>And unafraid of toil;<br><br>Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,<br>if you've a ready mind,<br>Where those of wit and learning,<br>Will always find their kind;<br><br>Or perhaps in Slytherin<br>You'll make your real friends,<br>Those cunning folks use any means<br>To achieve their ends.<br><br>So put me on! Don't be afraid!<br>And don't get in a flap!<br>You're in safe hands (though I have none)<br>For I'm a Thinking Cap!</em>"</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread (closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 19:32:15</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread (closed)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 19:34:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Finn_Hogwarts.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finn Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14009402#msg14009402)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Student Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Cedar Wood, Unicorn Hair Core, 14 1/2 inches, Very inflexible, with smooth wood.<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Lined up towards the front of the line waiting to be sorted<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>For Finn standing in the great hall itself was a triumph, something that had been dangled over his head his entire life as a holy grail just out of his grasp. A affirmation of the individuals who had never wanted him to take the steps he was taking towards the center of the great hall. He let his eyes move from table to table taking a moment to wonder if there was a house he preferred. He hadn't ever really given it much thought until he was making his way to the front of the hall. Finn had always just wanted to be in Hogwarts, what house really mattered when being worthy of any of them were the goal and once more he was left to wonder why he was considering placing a preferrence on any of them now. He was <em>accepted</em> into Hogwarts, and all the various texts that he had read before leading up to that point suggested unless he did something terrible he wouldn't stop being accepted to Hogwarts. It wasn't as if they'd shrug at him and say the hat didn't want you to go to a house sorry. Even the Dark Lord and all the death eaters had been sorted somewhere. Though if he had his way he supposed he'd hope he'd be sorted into a house with one of the twins.<br><br>"<strong>Better be.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw!</span></strong>" The Hat bellowed as a big cheer from the Ravenclaw house could be heard echoing off the stone walls of The Great Hall.<br><br>Finn was pulled from his thoughts as the first student was sorted. The very large and seemingly endless Balor Family was adding three more students including him, and all three of them would count as the first three sorted. Up first was his younger half sister Caitlyn. The house picked for her was perfect in Finn's opinion. He had figured based on what he had read prior to the train ride that Caitlyn would end up as a Ravenclaw. She was very clever, loved to learn. Where as he had always needed to tie their brother down to study, she had <em>often</em> been eager for Finn's own insight. <br><br>"<strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">HufflePuff!</span></strong>" Cried the hat just seconds after being placed upon Daniel's head. This time a cheer from the students clad in Gold and Silver boomed as the Hufflepuff table greeted his brother.<br><br>From what Finn understood everyone in the family expected Daniel to end up in Hufflepuff. There were few people friendlier then he was in all the world, and Finn's opinion was inspite of his reputation as lazy Daniel worked really hard at the crafts that suited him. More than that Daniel really treated everyone with a uncompromising sense of justice. When Finn was treated poorly it deeply disturbed Daniel, and made him a easy pick for the Hufflepuff house.<br><br>"Finn Balor," his name was called by a rather tall looking professor, who had introduced himself as the Potions Professor, Professor Karkus.<br><br>Finn paused for a moment, before nodding and moving to the front of the hall taking a seat and turning to face the sea of students that were watching him. A small part of him wished his father was among them, the sneer that'd linger on his face would make the last seventeen years worth it. It was hard not to have a little bit of a grin on his face as he waited for the hat to be placed on his head. Hear it bellow out whatever house he was meant for, and get that affirmation Finn had desired for as long as he could remember. Finn was as worthy as <em>any</em> Balor. <br><br>"<strong>Merlin's breath how many Balors are there in the world?</strong>" A voice cried into his head.<br><br>"Seven that are attending Hogwarts, one more on the way." Finn replied, though his eyebrows furrowed as if he was confused, it certainly wasn't what he had expected to hear with the hat on his head. <br><br>"<strong>Hmm, most of your family favors the green and silver but <em>not this year</em>.</strong>" The hat spoke in his mind. "<strong>No, you don't favor it either</strong>." It said said as it peered into his mind. <br><br>Finn remained silent unsure how to react to that. He knew The Balor family had a history of ending up in Slytherin, in fact the last thirteen Balors that had gone to Hogwarts before that year had all been sorted into Slytherin. Yet Caitlyn and Daniel were not only, not in Slytherin, but were both in two different houses. Perhaps it was the most telling sign their father didn't raise them with the standards of the family, that the three of them would be so far removed from the rest of the family? <br><br>"<strong>I sense in you a thirst for knowledge and understanding, but yet....There is a hunger in you....Hmm.</strong>" The Hat said, it seemed to sit on Finn's head a good deal longer then either his brother or sister. For a full ninety seconds it sat on his head deliberating where to put him. "<strong>Well, if it's&nbsp; excellence that drives you better be......<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Gryffindor!</span></strong>"<br><br>This time it was Gryffindor's turn to cheer and clap as the hat was removed from Finn's head, and the newly sorted 1st year would move to find a seat with the Gryffindor house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 19:44:22</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: About to be known!!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Embaressment?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Seeing Finn<br><hr> <br><br>The train ride was interesting, to say the least, a flush crossed her face as she noticed the unmistakably tall Finn Balor a few places head of herself, could she have been any more awkward on the train? Probably not. Tugging at her robes she hoped she would get used to wearing it, it felt strange like she was being constricted by it, maybe it was just a little bit of anxiety as she heard her name was called out.<br><br>'OK, this is ok. Freddy was a Ravenclaw, Phillipa was a Hufflepuff...it doesn't matter which house you're in...' She moved to the stool sitting down as the hat was placed on her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:03:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Darcy<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Another Fredrickson and the baby no less</strong>." Just like ever student before her, and every student that would come next a voice sounded in her head as the hat was placed on her. Unlike students before her it didn't instantly call out a name and instead would look deep into her mind as it sifted on where to sort her. It seemed where to sort this one wasn't as clearcut and obvious as the rest. <br><br>"<strong>You're certainly no Slytherin, Gryffindor would be poor as well...</strong>" The hat said in her mind eliminating two houses right away. "<strong>I see much of your brother and sister in you.</strong>" It continued as it pondered between the two remaining houses left to her. "<strong>But which one are you most like?......Hmm. Friendly and caring, but clever as well. A ambitious father, but are you truly ambitious or simply loyal to him?</strong>" It would continue back and forth in her mind for nearly two solid minutes.<br><br>"<strong>Since house is not important to <em>you</em> Ms. Fredrickson tell me, when you look up at the night sky, are you drawn more towards the Stars or Towards the Moon?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:17:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/be/bd/d1/bebdd1f536acc8dd2c6eb49109d974fb--third-future-husband.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, house TBA<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, in line just after some cute blonde girl (Darcy)<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Eager to know what house he shall be calling home away from home <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting hat.<br><hr><br>The expression on Hikaru's face was a stark contrast to the obvious nervous anxiousness visible on the faces of other students, Hikaru rather enjoyed being the center of attention and on top of that, he was confident that whatever house he got... he was going to make that damn quidditch team, he was going to bring glory to himself and to his house. Hikaru Matsukoto had ambitions to see to and nothing was going to stop him.<br><br>He angled his head just slightly, barely noticeable at all... at the cute blonde girl ahead of him ascended the few steps up to the sorting hat, it was clear she had an absolutely adorable backside... perhaps if he played his cards right, he'd be able to get his hands on that pert little rear end. On the other hand, Hikaru did acknowledge... if even just to himself... that he was of a mind to find himself a steady girlfriend and begin a serious relationship... maybe, perhaps... if fate was kind enough to deal him those cards.<br><br>Meanwhile, blue eyes fixed on the blonde as she turned around to sit on the stool... hmm, she was pretty enough, very cute in the face... he was quite interested in hearing what house would receive her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:40:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/7l5hsIl.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard School Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, In Line<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Waiting to be sorted.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I never meant to pull you apart, but I'd do it all over again. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7utESDMrVfc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; -OPEN-<br><hr><br>It was probably easy for others to mistake the look on Addy's face for anxiety or nervousness, but she was really just lost in thought. What was Sarah doing right now? She would have started her second year of high school about two weeks ago. They had prepared to be going to different schools, but not ones an ocean apart from each other. At least at Ilvermorny she could still take holidays to see Sarah. They had planned to come out to Sarah's parents this year and admit to both their parents that they had started dating. She was going to force her parents to acknowledge the things they had wanted to ignore. Things were going to be different this year. <br><br>But that all changed with her dad's transfer to London. Sarah had been unwilling to attempt such a long distance relationship. It hadn't hurt as much as she had thought it should at first, but it was getting harder everyday.<br><br>Okay, there was a little nervousness in her. But that was more about wondering if the lock on her trunk would hold more than anything else. Addy did her best to think back to the Sorting Hat. She knew Ilvermorny had a sorting system too. In the end, she didn't really care where she went. Was it really all that important? Addy supposed it could have been a good idea to at least flip through the things her mother had given her about Hogwarts, but it was too late for that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 21:42:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp; Elenore Ryn //&nbsp; Morgaine Dale<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> (Both) Jeans, t-shirts, jackets, sneakers and carry on bags and engagement rings. <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn // Muggleborn<br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip (Elenore) // Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base (Morgaine)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st // TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Express Cabin<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting<br><strong>Theme Song:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHZCGBJ1xDU&amp;list=PLJQnzZr8bkXi5MbIxNvcy_ZbAX9izf7WN&amp;index=33 (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHZCGBJ1xDU&amp;list=PLJQnzZr8bkXi5MbIxNvcy_ZbAX9izf7WN&amp;index=33)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br>{Morgaine Dale}<br><br>She steps up and after getting on the stool has this old hat that talks and says to it in her mind ,"Pick my House I don't mind where but don't let my blood status affect where." She had no issue with Slytherin in fact she knew herself and it would be likely a good fit save she is Muggleborn and didn't want that to be an issue with the choice selection.<br><br>{Elenore Ryn}<br><br>She when her turn comes up gets under the Sorting Hat thinking its very interesting. Her mind is full of a strong Serenity this is what one would call an 'Old Soul' and an abiding love for Morgaine not the same as her fiancé she is there for her and will stand with her beloved as opposed to Morgaine. "Hello Mr. Hat, well whatever you think is right go ahead and Sort me as you wish."<br><br>occ: Note to GM<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I'll split them on the next post.&nbsp; :-)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 22:18:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Adalheida<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Ah, we stole one from Ilvermorny I see</strong>." A voice rang in her head as the hat was placed upon it. "<strong>Fear not Ms. Ogden you are in good hands today, though not literally for I have none</strong>." It said as it began to peer deeply into Adalheida's mind. Looking to see which house the young first year would be best suited towards.<br><br>"<strong>Thoughts towards a friend left behind, always trying to treat others with fairness</strong>." It spoke it sifting through her memories and thoughts. "<strong>Ah I see, and a affinity for gardening as well? Yes I know just where to send you Ms. Ogden.</strong>" It said, it's full of confidence and a kind of arrogance as if the answer was obvious too it. <br><br>"<strong>Another for</strong>.....<strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff!</span></strong>" The hat's voice suddenly boomed from out of her head, instead echoing all across the walls of the great hall, as a loud cheer from the house of HufflePuff sorted. Adalheida's sorting was quick taking just twenty seconds to place her in Hufflepuff.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 22:39:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Morgaine<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>You will be happy to know that students of all blood status are welcome into every house Ms. Dale</strong>." The voice of the hat sounded in her head as it was placed upon her head. It was now Morgaine's not long after the three Balors had been sorted. "<strong>The question is whether or not Slytherin is your calling.</strong>" It informed her, beginning to sift through her mind as it worked to understand the young woman.<br><br>"<strong>You do have a hunger that would serve you well within Slytherin for it has lifted many ambitious and great witches, you couldn't go wrong in that house, but I wonder if you would be so hungry with different influences guiding you.......I see beyond that ambition.......intelligence, the ability to see the truth and not shy away from it, the ability to think outside the box and adapt. While Slytherin could make you great, I see another house that would make better use of your full potential</strong>." As it had for a couple of other students once more it took some time to deliberate with Morgaine, however after a minute and a half it had it's answer.<br><br>"<strong>Better be.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw!</span></strong>" It cried out, it's voice echoing in the chamber as always. This time it would be the table of blue and bronze that broke into cheer to welcome Morgaine to their table.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 22:53:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Elenor<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Ah Ms. Ryn but I do not sort as I would wish, but where is best for you, it is my job to place you into the house that will make the most use of your talents, and help you grow into the greatest witch you are capable.</strong>" The hat responded to her as it was placed on her head. Previously her fiance had been sorted into Ravenclaw, but would Elenore join her beloved in the same house?<br><br>"<strong>I see a young woman who is brave, outgoing, a strong sense of honor justice. I think you'd do quite well in Gryffindor, yet....I see hard work, a dilligence and a patience, a desire to see justice served even to your detriment, it's impossible to deny you have a deep and powerful sense of loyalty. Hufflepuff would fit you just as well....</strong>" Once more the hat did not have a quick answer as it appeared Elenor had two homes in which could maximize her potential, the question was where to sort her?<br><br>"<strong>You don't favor a house Ms. Ryn, so I wonder, if I had arms to flip a coin would you pick heads? Or would you pick tails?</strong>"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 23:00:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Morgaine Dale<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main Hall, Great Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Post Sorting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong><br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>She got down and hugged and kissed her fiancé she hoping they get into the same House but its not likely. <br><br>The going to the Ravenclaw table she takes her wand and curtsies rather flamboyantly to the Professor Faculty Head of House then the House Ghost if present then her table, then took a seat it was respectful but playful to all work and no play and all that. But she will work at her skills wishing to master magic Ravenclaw works as the others might.<br><br>"She's my fiancé so well wanted to kiss her, its not every day one is Sorted into a respected House," Morgaine told the others curious about Elenore but its not a secret or anything.<br><br>EDIT: House added to House/Year I forgot and she is now Sorted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-03-2018, 23:09:17</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elenore Ryn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open.<br><br>Well not having much to do she thought something simple she took out a galleon, flipped it and said what came up ,"Tails!"<br><br>Then put the coin away she was nothing if not into keeping things practical and simple and she figured there is no wrong answer and well why not just flip a coin on it.<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 00:25:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/be/bd/d1/bebdd1f536acc8dd2c6eb49109d974fb--third-future-husband.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, house TBA<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, getting sorted.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Eager to know what house he shall be calling home away from home <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting hat, Darcy.<br><hr><br><br>As Darcy hopped off the stool to the sound of cheers from her new house, Hikaru shot her a flirting smile and a brief wink before he approached the stool himself... he felt like a live wire with excitement as the hat was lowered onto his head. He briefly worried about his hair getting messed up, but that was fixable enough, this was more important.<br><br><em>'You're the expert, my fine leathery friend' </em>He spoke mentally to the hat, confident he'd be a rock star no matter where the hat put him <em>'Place me where you think I will achieve what I am achieving the very best I am capable of'</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 00:31:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: About to be known!!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Embaressment?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Just the hat, seeing Hikaru<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy frowned as she noticed the hat was taking his sweet time figuring out which house she should be in. 'Would you like to talk after the other students have already gone. Unless you'd like to go for the record of the longest deliberation.'&nbsp; She smiled and laughed to herself knowing no one else could hear them.<br><br>Sitting back she crossed her legs getting comfy in the hat as her eyes travelled around the room at all the faces staring at her,&nbsp; for some reason it didn't bother her. She looked over seeing Hikaru, he was a cutie, from what she could see he had stunning blue eyes. She flashed him a smile before carrying on talking to the hat.<br><br>She heard the question and smiled, 'Well, if have to say the stars. The moon is just an empty rock inhabited with broken promises of dead men's steps. The stars hold the greatest possibility, there could be life out there that even the magical community couldn't imagine.' She smiled pushing a lock of hair from her eyes. <br><br>'I do hope that it works for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 00:37:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Loose Hufflepuff Robes, wedge heels, cutoffs, and white tank top visible underneath.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>:&nbsp; Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> The Sorting Hour<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Joyful Camaraderie! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtR8GSGZjM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy (Jag), open to hufflepuffs or anyone who wants to shout back at her from other houses :D<br><hr><br>Loveday had taken her seat with the other Hufflepuffs, cheering loudly, proudly, strong and invincible for the black and yellow. "Huff-full-puff! Huff-full-puff" The not-at-all-a-drug-reference-we-swear chant broke out among the more rambunctious Badgers. Loveday was one of the loudest, of course, she always was. The girl who had once been told she wasn't really Hufflepuff material was now one of the leaders of the pack. Don't tell her badgers aren't pack animals. They would be if they tried.<br><br>As always the first years were cheered for loudly...until they got put into another house. Then they were the worst and it was a good thing they weren't huffling the puff. "BOO!" Loveday shouted as a boy was put in Slytherin. "BOO!" with both hands cupped around her mouth as a girl was put in Gryffindor. "Alright best one so far!" She yelled happily as a boy was put in her house and beckoned quickly to a group of loudly cheering young men seated nearby in front of her. This cycle went on for awhile. It seemed like Hufflpuff wasn't getting many this year so far. <br><br>But then....Addy got picked for Hufflepuff. <br><br>"Yes! We got the hot one!" Loveday shouted provocatively to the Slytherin table, mostly because they just happened to be closest, and they seemed to respond the best to taunting. She threw her hands up at them as if to say 'WHAT? DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT SNAKEFUCKERS.' Yes, the snakefuckers was implied by her glare. <br><br>A glare that instantly shifted to a cheerful happy smile as she clapped enthusiastically and beckoned Addy over to sit right next to her in an empty spot she'd been saving for the first new Hufflepuff she liked the look of.<br><br>While Loveday didn't quite measure up to old Helga's standards in some things, in loyalty she was top of the class and her Hufflepuff brothers and sisters knew it. So would this girl soon. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 01:11:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Darcy<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>I don't believe it will take so long to reach a record</strong>." The hat replied, "<strong>As I said, you are in good hands</strong>." It added with a bit of a laugh inside of her mind. "<strong>I just need to dig for a little more insight</strong>." <br><br>"<strong>I see very interesting, I thought you'd say that</strong>," the hat responded when Darcy answered she preferred stars. "<strong>Not fond of broken promises, and preferring the spectacle of meeting new life out there among the countless stars in the sky</strong>." It continued speaking into her mind. "Yes, I see better now....This should go to....<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff!</span></strong>" It cried loudly into the chamber as once more the Hufflepuff table would be allowed to cheer and pull along another into it's ranks. It seemed many of the new first years were favoring this house, no doubt to make up with the explosion of Slytherins in recent years. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 01:25:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Elenor<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>That isn't so much a answer as it is a action Ms. Ryn</strong>" The hat said as she flipped a coin and it came up tails. "<strong>The flip of a coin leaves your fate to chance, but I <em>will not</em>. The question is a question not a request to do an action.</strong>" It informed her.&nbsp; <br><br>"<strong>Yet, I see truth in your actions, and it does offer a remarkable insight into your instincts.....when paired with a problem you choose the route that will guarantee equality free of bias. Being as true and fair to the best of your understanding.</strong>" it said as it pondered where to put her. "<strong>Yes I know where to place you.</strong>" Though the hat had sat on her head for nearly three minutes and the girl had bizarrely elected to flip a coin as if her fate was just a matter of chance, the hat finally figured out where it would be best served to sort her. <br><br>"<strong>One more for.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff</span>!</strong>" Yet again the Hufflepuff table would break into a cheer and applause welcoming Elenor into their ranks. Who could blame them, they were getting several impressive additions to their house who would no doubt do them proud. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 01:32:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/AddyHuff2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard School Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff / 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, In Line<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Newly sorted!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I never meant to pull you apart, but I'd do it all over again. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7utESDMrVfc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (Red), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>It took her a moment to realize the voice was inside of her head and no one else was hearing it. Addy had little exposure to large amounts of magic, so this was a little strange for her. Mother didn't use a whole lot of magic in their day to day lives. At least not that she got to see. <br><br>She frowned a little at the comment of being stolen and even more at the mentioning of a friend left behind. Why did they let a hat make these kinds of decisions? It didn't seem right to let some magical object prob around teenager's minds. Wasn't there some expectation of privacy? Did the hat retain all of the information it dug out of their heads to make this sorting choice? If so, who had access to it? Addy really found the whole thing rather intrusive, but she supposed there was no helping it now. It was already in there. There had to be someone she could talk to later about why exactly they let an enchanted object probe around people's minds just for house sorting.<br><br>The hat shouted and she jumped a little as it snapped out "Hufflepuff!"<br><br>There was some rather loud cheering, but that seemed to happen whenever someone was sorted. She assumed the table clapping for her right now was where she was supposed to go. Taking the hat off, she set it back down on the stool and quickly whispered, "You're nosy," to it before starting off towards the attractive, slightly older, girl who had called her 'the hot one' and seemed to be calling her to sit in the empty bench seat next to her.<br><br>Blushing a little at the attention that she knew would fade once the next first year got on the stool, she quickly walked over and slid into the empty seat next to Loveday, "...uh...hey..." this girl had pretty brown eyes. Not like just normal brown, but like the melted dark chocolate kind. A lot of people had flecks of other colors in their eyes, but Loveday seemed blessed with solid pools. While flecks made eyes interesting, Addy found the solid pools more deep. Like you could stare into them for hours. Addy quickly turned her eyes on the table, "I guess I'm a Hufflepuff," she did her best to control her accent, but it slipped through as always.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 01:36:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Hikaru<br><hr><br><br>Hikaru would be sorted more towards the middle of the ceremony with his last name being M. He'd seen students sorted in ever which direction, and as he sat down he would experience something similar to the rest of the students as the hat was placed upon his head. A loud booming voice that he heard in his mind and not his ears.<br><br>"That is what I do Mr. Matsukoto, you will be in the house that best suites you, and I am never wrong." The hat informed him as it began to peer into his mind to take it's measure of the student. He'd hear a laugh in head just seconds after being placed on his head. <br><br>"<strong>Ooh this one is too easy, he'll find his home in</strong>.....<strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Slytherin!</span></strong>" the hat boomed out in just over ten seconds upon placing it on his head. It was Slytherin's table to boom in celebration and they would welcome Hikaru as warmly as any other house.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 01:47:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elenore Ryn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open.<br><br>One thing she mentions to the hat before it came off ,"You never said how I had to choose did you?"<br><br>She diverts to hug her fiancé with a quick kiss, but goes to the Hufflepuff table and shows her engagement ring so they get hopefully they are a couple but well its making her a bit sad to, on the plus side they will have to get creative to be intimate and thinks the top of Ravenclaw Tower would work if House Ghosts can't dock points or give detentions. But she may not care about learning magic doesn't mean when she works at it she won't do her best.<br><br>But she sat down and made room for others as needed and when they come in offers a high five to them.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 02:55:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Occupants of Slytherin table, open.<br><hr><br>Hikaru chuckled lightly, oozing charismatic confidence as the hat was lifted off his hand, he brought up a hand used his fingers to comb his hair back to leave it in a slightly tossled attractive way “Delightful”<br><br>His placement into Slytherin told him that his ambition was going to become his greatest asset, the ceiling was made of brittle delicate glass as far as he was concerned and he was going to soar effortlessly right on through it into greatness.<br><br>Descending the couple steps from the low stage and striding towards the Slytherin table, Hikaru fixed his stormy blue eyes on his eager and excited new Slytherin housemates... an almost smug smile curved his mouth. Absolutely damn delightful.<br><br>“So...” Hikaru practically purred, sitting down amid the other Slytherins where a space was made open for him, a near predator gleam in his gaze as he addressed them “Who do I talk to around here about getting on the quidditch team?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 03:03:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Ravenclaw tablet<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "This is so boring"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Morgaine Dale (Ruby), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>The train ride hadn't been terrible, except the few tense moments that he knew were his fault. Eventually, he found his trunk before they all departed the train. His body was crying out for substantial food and hydration. It was really his own fault for having spent the whole night downing...well...he wasn't sure what it was, but it certainly didn't belong in his body in the quantities he'd drank them. Silas was certainly starting to feel the side effects of his previous night. He was tired and he starting to wish for his bed. He didn't even have it in him to shout back at Loveday to sit her ass down and shut up.<br><br>Silas tuned out most of the sorting. He had little interest in first years. He didn't like to date anyone more than three years younger than himself and they were all well outside of that range for him. He didn't care who was going to be the next quidditch star of the house or who was going to get their house mark average up that next level (mostly to compensate for his poor marks). Still, he heard Ravenclaw called out a few times and did his house duty by clapping for them.<br><br>Morgaine Dale was the one he actually heard the name of. Not a bad looking girl, "Hey, Cork, one of your next victims?" someone next to him nudged him in the ribs and he rolled his eyes.<br><br>"Not interested in cradle robbing, mate. Shouldn't you be doing your best to keep her away from me anyway? Not pushing me towards her? Wouldn't want anymore lazy Ravenclaws like myself tainting the nest," he smirked as he put himself down and gave a nod to Morgaine, the new Claw as she found a place to sit. Even if there wasn't an issue with age, he vaguely remembered her mentioning a fiance as she sat down. Silas wasn't about making people cheat. The thought of being engaged in the first year was rather stomach turning for him. Silas couldn't imagine what the appeal of marriage at any age was. Not his life, not his problem; he always decided.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 04:35:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: TBD, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat<br><hr><br>Looking around, it just got more and more overwhelming to the Muggle born Xerxes. The enchantments and other magic Xerxes experienced in the last few months filled his mind with wonder. His world was opened beyond his wildest imagination. And it only continued to expand.<br><br>The four Houses each had redeeming and not so redeeming qualities. Xerxes really only understood them theoretically from reading. He’d never met anyone from any of the houses for any amount of time. Sure, he’d interacted with them shopping for his school supplies, but he needed more practical interaction. <br><br>Swallowing as his name was called, Xerxes made his way up to the chair. He felt the hat touch his head as he held his breath. Really for the first time in his life anxiety overpowered curiosity. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 04:49:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/T8tZBDV.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: About to be known!!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Embaressment?<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> The house in general, the bishounen guy.<br><hr> <br><br>It would have been a lie if Darcy hadn't been a little disappointed that she was placed in Hufflepuff, not that she had let it show on her face. She had learned about all the houses, it seemed that Hufflepuff was for the people who weren't exactly good at anything, as the hat had said...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">You might belong in Hufflepuff,<br>Where they are just and loyal,<br>Those patient Hufflepuffs are true<br>And unafraid of toil; </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>she was joining a house full of congenial people who work hard. <br><br>She tried to keep all her thoughts from her head as the hat was taken from her head, she walked down the stairs towards the house the hat had chosen for her. She noticed the smile and wink from Hikaru, she grinned wrinkling her nose slightly. Perhaps today wasn't a total bust after all.<br><br>Sitting down she at the table waiting for the others to be sorted.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 04:55:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gryffindor table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, Finn Balor, open<br><hr><br>The sorting ceremony was always a House bonding event. The pride the resonated from each table as first years were sorted one by one. Gryffindor pride was no less than any other family and if you asked Iain, it was much more deserving. <br><br>Surprisingly, the hat sorted a Balor into Gryffindor. It was a bit of a coup for the lion house. Iain nearly leapt to his feet as the announcement was made. He looked to Rosalyn and beamed. “I bet that stung the snakes.” <br><br>As Finn made his way to the table Iain held out his hand. “Iain McGregor, Finn, welcome to Gryffindor.” He slapped Finn on the back. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 05:17:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Rosalyn_Gryff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Welcoming a new Gryffindor<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finn and Iain, open.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br>Remaining seated, Rosalyn slid a sweetly amused smile as her friend jumped to his feet as the Balor boy was sorted into Gryffindor... sure it was surprising, but in the world they lived in, one had to do their best to always expect the unexpected.<br><br>As Finn Balor approached the Gryffindor table, Rosalyn offered him a friendly welcoming smile “<acronym title="Welcome, my friend">Bienvenue, mon ami</acronym>... welcome to Gryffindor. I am Rosalyn Lamoureux... and my excited friend here is Iain McGregor”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 05:44:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Open – Mentioning Topher<br><hr><br>The train ride had been entertaining to say the least, but being back at school was a wonderful feeling, despite this being her 3rd year she really felt like this is home, more than with her family. She found a spot at the table and waited for the sorting to be over. In the pocket of her robe, she had a bag of Maltesers, sneaking one every few seconds. Last years sorting too forever, she was so hungry she almost ate all the ice cream again, this time she was going to be prepared.<br><br>The first few students went to other houses, one or two joined Slytherin but they seemed embarrassed to be in the house or looking for approval from an older sibling. One student that joined a few seats on the other side of the table to Moray was...what did the hat say? Hikaru...something or other? Either way, he seemed very happy to be there an instantly inquired about a spot on the Quidditch team.<br><br>“You've only been sat at the table for less than...20 seconds and you're already looking to get on the Quidditch team.” Moray smiled, “I'm not sure who the captain is this year, but if you can actually last a match you might want to challenge Topher for his spot.” She smirked, “Because you're bloody well not getting mine.” She grinned flicking a lock of her dark brown hair from her eyes as she sized up the new student.<br><br>“I'm Moray Morrigan.” She offered along with a Malteser, her way of being friendly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 06:05:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan, open.<br><hr><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> “You've only been sat at the table for less than...20 seconds and you're already looking to get on the Quidditch team.” Moray smiled, “I'm not sure who the captain is this year, but if you can actually last a match you might want to challenge Topher for his spot.” She smirked, “Because you're bloody well not getting mine.” <br><br>Hikaru shrugged as he gave the brunette girl a charming flirty smile “I'm passionate about flying, always have been and I daresay that I am quite spectacular to watch on a quidditch field... I'm most interested in a chaser position”<br><br><strong>{Moray}</strong> “I'm Moray Morrigan.” <br><br>“No, thank you” He replied, politely declining the candy she offered him, he reached out and gingerly caressed under her chin with his pointer and middle finger, his smile inviting and seductive... his storm blue eyes gazed deeply into her own “What need do I have for candy when I am already in such sweet company... it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Morrigan...”<br><br>Withdrawing his fingers then, Hikaru chuckled softly before turning his attention back towards the raised platform where students were still being sorted "I wonder how many new additions Slytherin will see tonight"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 06:27:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Open – Mentioning Baby Warde, Nate<br><hr><br>She smiled as she listened to him talk about his flying prowess. "Oh really, a chaser? I suppose that would be an apt position for you. Since you'll be chasing your spot on the team for at least a year, 1st years are always the low man and hardly get a place on the team. Maybe you could be the equipment guy this year." She grinned teasing him.<br><br>When he refused her candy she started at him frowning, it was rare that she would share anything let alone candy. She was about to chide him when he caressed her face. "Does that line ever work?" She asked once he withdrew his touch, in the back of her mind she hoped she Hate had seen that, maybe provoke some kind of action from him.<br><br>Attention turned to the students, "I'm not sure, I get the feeling Baby Wards is going to join us but the rest just seem weekwilled and boring. Present company and possible Baby Warde, this year's Slytherin pick is quite subpar." She sighed eating the candy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 06:43:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Loose Hufflepuff Robes, wedge heels, cutoffs, and white tank top visible underneath.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>:&nbsp; Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> The Sorting Hour<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Joyful Camaraderie! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtR8GSGZjM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy (Jag), open to hufflepuffs or anyone who wants to shout back at her from other houses :D<br><hr><br>"Hell yes ye are." Loveday said, putting her arm around Ady and steering her into the chair next to the 6th year girl.<br><br>She kept her arm around her as she pulled a mug of butterbeer from a serving tray and set it in front of her, then raised her own mug and clashed it into the younger girl's happily. "Welcome to tha best damn house'n Hogwarts." She said, her own accent coming through as well, rounding out the vowels in most words she pronounced it so it sounded a bit more like "ougwars" than the American's pronunciation. While she'd managed to drop most of the slang terms that made most people from south of Newcastle look at her like she was speaking Martian when she arrived, her accent was still loud and proud.<br><br>"Tell everyone your name and what you're about luv." She said, gesturing to the table of her friends who all had their attention focused solely on the new member of the house that wore black and yellow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wicked Emi</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 09:47:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/4da65e831eb81c32c5fec37ce5b390d7/tumblr_p5q1o1oFOK1udff4qo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Valeriya "Vale" Sokolov<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gothic Russian (https://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=236712615)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: (dogwood, Augureys, 8 inches)<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unknown/ 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Waiting for her sorting<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I bite my tongue for no wizard (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us59fuIVgAk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone<br><hr><br>The ride had been long, she was sure more than once she had fallen asleep in the cabin. Which if she did, she felt bad for her cabin mates as she had a tendency to snore lightly. The ride up from the train was also longer than she had really expected, for people who have magic at their finger tips, they sure liked to take their time with things. That was what she thought to herself as she tapped her foot impatiently on the carriage ride up to the castle. Her heels made clacking sounds as she walked into the castle itself, she had stopped for a moment to look around. It was odd going from her home, to a literal castle. With moving staircases and frames upon frames of people and things that seemed more interested in her than she was of them, which was something to be said as she stared almost doe eyed at a girl with a basket full of flowers. Her jaw even ticked as the girl curtsied. Odd was a good word, she thought as she quickly caught up with the rest of the students.<br><br>Since she was so interested in magic and Hogwarts as soon as she had found out about everything, she knew about the staircases, but to see them with her own eyes was off putting. Especially since she was just as, if not more so, weirded out by her own ministry when she first set foot in it. Shaking that off, she joined the ever growing crowd of first years in front of a stool with an old hat on it. When it sang, goosebumps covered her arms and she watched as people went up to it, sat on the chair, and was sorted into their houses. She read up on each house and the only one she didn't think she fit into at all was Gryffindor. She was not brave at all, in fact there was more than a few times that she just abandoned ship whenever her siblings got into trouble. Even if it was her fault. That was the only house she doubt she would fit into, even though she was trying to get away from her con family, she was still somewhat a con. Bad habits die hard and the like. As the hat sorted, her nerves made her pick at the already chipping nail paint on her left fingernails. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 18:11:08</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Xerxes<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Such a curious mind, you'll find many amazing things here in Hogwarts for your mind to grasp at</strong>." The voice of the hat sounded in his head after it was placed upon it. "<strong>Now I'm curious where would be best to place you.</strong>" it said peering into his mind and getting the measure of his character as it did so. <br><br>"<strong>Hmm, a high degree of intelligence, though somewhat lacking in people skills, there is little doubt you'd find yourself at home among Ravenclaw and their eccentric bunch</strong>." The hat said, yet even in Xerxes mind he would be able to hear the hat wasn't altogether convinced with it's assessment. "<strong>Yet I sense something more in you, potential.....Ravenclaw would make use of the talents you already have.....Yet there is another house that values a clever mind and might yet help you grow greater still</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>Another for.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Slytherin!</span></strong>" The hat bellow and the Slytherin house exploded into cheer and applause eager to welcome the newest member to their house. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 19:28:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/AddyHuff2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard School Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff / 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, In Line<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Newly sorted!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I never meant to pull you apart, but I'd do it all over again. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7utESDMrVfc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (Red), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Feeling the other girl's arm around her shoulders was a little uncomfortable. Not because Addy was shy about physical contact though. In fact, she was perfectly comfortable with her own body and other people's bodies and the touching of them. Not that she had much in the way of experience in intimate contact, but she'd spent more than one weekend with Sarah and her little wiccan group swimming naked in the lake back home. Laying out naked in the grass and drying off with the heat from the bonfire. But right now, she wasn't sure she wanted to be touched in any way. It was all just still too new and raw. Not that Addy would say anything. She knew the other girl wasn't being malicious. So she just accepted the shoulder tug and tried to move on.<br><br>She had other things to worry about. Like the mug of some kind of sweet smelling beverage. Addy hadn't taken well to the food here yet. Both her mother and father took her out to restaurants and tried cooking a few things at home; but she hadn't found anything she really liked yet. Some tasted bad and some was decent, but none of it she really liked. Addy missed coke and a Philly cheesesteak with fries.<br><br>Then the other girl started talking. Like with the ones on the train she had met, it took a moment to understand exactly what was being said to her. This one had a different accent from the others. Addy supposed it was like the difference between someone from Texas and someone from Chicago talking. All the same country, just different parts. As open minded as Addy liked to think herself, she was starting to realize how limited her knowledge of the world itself was.<br><br>She was asked her name and what she was 'about' and had to think for a moment, "I'm Addy. I, uh, I like plants. Not just magical ones though. Like, No-Maj plants too," not every plant was special by magical standards, she had found out, but she liked them nonetheless. She didn't think anything of using American terms like <em>No-Maj</em> when she knew that they used other things here, "I mean, I like a lot of stuff, but that's probably the most school related thing. The No-Maj have really elevated the use of medicinal herbs more recently. It's interesting to read the studies about it," she seemed comfortable talking about plants more than herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 20:01:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/bc/Eikichi_Characters_52-6.png)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Plain Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> To Be Sorted.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat | Open<br><hr><br>Zacharias wasn’t worried about the sorting ceremony, other than a few unmentionable members of the Warde family most of the immediate family had always been sorted into Slytherin. As the male heir to the Warde family, since Nathaniel had been an outright disappointment to the older generation, most of the elders were expecting great things from Zacharias. Of course, Zacharias simply didn’t care. In truth even being in Hogwarts was a slight annoyance, he would have preferred to put some more distance between him and his family, especially between him and his cousin. But with little other choice in the matter Zacharias had settled for Hogwarts. While the other students were called up for their sorting Zacharias only paid brief attention after the hat decided their house. Mostly ignoring those sorted into Hufflepuff and casting a discerning look at those in Gryffindor and Ravenclaw. The ones sorted into Slytherin, however, were the only ones that he made note of. After all, while he might not care it was almost predetermined that he should go into Slytherin. He was practically born for it, anything else would be ridiculous.<br><br>Zacharias was fidgeting with the robes he’d put on in the train, finding them a bit to teeming for his taste but perhaps he’d get accustomed to them. Personally, be preferred the flexibility of his coat, to the robes, but there was nothing he could do about that. In-between readjusting his robes he paid attention to the banter being thrown around the houses as each student was sorted into their perspective houses. He found it rather mundane but considering there was little else of concern he could certainly let it float. He recognized only a handful of the other students, purebloods whose parties his family would occasionally attend, but otherwise most of the names and status of the other students were lost to him. Something for him to spend some time on, later in the year, after all he didn’t want to accidently associate himself with any muggle witch or wizard.<br><br>Eventually Zacharias was pulled out of those muddled thoughts of his when he heard his name being called, sweeping the short robes behind him as he gradually made his way up towards the steps and took a seat while waiting for the Potions Professor to place the hat on his head. This shouldn’t have lasted long; his cousin and older sister, no matter how much of a failure that they were, had both placed into Slytherin. Even that half-blood runt of a nephew of his had been placed into Slytherin. So Zacharias simply waited for the hat to descend and sort him without any additional deliberation.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 22:03:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Slytherins<br><hr><br>The name didn’t register at first to Xerxes as though his brain needed a quick reboot. His gaze, which was at the to the Ravenclaw table, shifted to a look of confusion as his neck forced his head to turn to the Slytherin table.<br><br>Xerxes’ encyclopedic mind began to fumble through the pages as he slid off the stool. He didn’t even feel the sorting hat as it was removed from his head. He momentarily looked back at the hat which had seemingly gone inanimate. Xerxes wanted to freeze time and ask question after question about the decision. Alas, that could not be done.<br><br>Slytherin…Slytherin. Xerxes understanding of Slytherin was that they were cunning, clever, determined…all good traits. There were several amazing people, including the world’s most well-known wizard Merlin, sorted into Slytherin. <br><br>Xerxes made his way to the Slytherin table and took a seat, attempting a smile on his face at the elation of the sorting ceremony…even if it may be temporary. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>24-03-2018, 22:55:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elenore Ryn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQIRrdiwgTQ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQIRrdiwgTQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br>"Pleased to meet you all first of all. I'm Elenore a Mugleborn from Wales. {Welsh} Gobeithiaf ddod i adnabod pob un ohonoch. {English Translation} <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">I hope to get to know all of you.</div></div> I'm a Muggleborn and engaged to Morgaine over at the Ravenclaw table. <br><br>And well ,lets see, I'm a Member in good standing of my Meeting of the Society of Friends in short I'm a Quaker and as one will follow the proper testimonies here this will include my devotion to Peace. And I will refuse to use magic or any other magical skill whose intent is to inflict harm or kill its in my Statement of Conviction for the school, I consider a wand a tool not evil or good, but if I learn a spell to harm others or kill I will deem the wand a weapon and refuse to ever use it again. So am not sure how the school and its professors will react its got me concerned they won't give me alternatives when needed. This might cause a loss of House Points or detention but I won't be moved by my conviction.<br><br>My Muggle career is a Holistic Practitioner I do body wraps and massage with scented oils and plan to add to my skills during the longer summer break in London. And do this work when I am in school maybe offering massages for a few Galleons, Hufflepuffs will get a discount.," Elenore said.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 00:18:26</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Morgaine Dale<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main Hall, Great Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Party<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>Morgaine sat at the table and said ,"Well I'm Morgaine Dale that's not my birth name, from England near Wales by about a couple miles, and engaged to that red headed first year over there at the Hufflepuff Table her family insisted we wait three years before we marry its going to be an interesting time here and a long three years. And I'm not sure about a career she is settled on one she is more simple in plans she studied to do a Muggle career and plans to focus on that I think though she's amazing. Anyway I'm a Muggleborn and plan to be the most talented and powerful witch I can be whatever I decide to do."<br><br>She then added ,"I've considered applying to be a Hit Wizard if I can manage some advanced levels such as NEWTS in Charms and Defense Against the Dark Arts to give me a higher chance of survival and a better chance of advancement in position and faster, I looked into it without Elenore knowing about it."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 19:39:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Vale<br><hr><br>"<strong>Hmmm difficult, timid but I can see a ferocity bubbling just under the surface, loyal, I see a mind that could be put to good use. I see many qualities but where should I put <em>you</em></strong>?" A voice inside of Vale's head sounded almost as soon as she placed it on. It peering into her mind and looking at her various qualities as it worked to discover what would serve as the best house to place her in.<br><br>"<strong>I believe you are doing yourself a disservice you know, being afraid is not the absence of bravery and I see a girl who moved away from a life and family to do something greater, that takes quite a great bit of courage you know</strong>?" It said responding to her thoughts and fears towards the Gryffindor house. "<strong>Gryffindor could make use of you, it's all here in your head you know</strong>." It told her, voicing it's belief she would make a strong addition to the Gryffindor house. "<strong>If you're sure then better be</strong>......"<br><br>"<strong><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw!</span></strong>" the hat shouted just under a minute, to a thunder of applause from the Ravenclaw house. Happily accepting the newest student into their ranks. This house had the least amount of students join it through the night, and they were eager to have another join them.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>25-03-2018, 19:41:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Zacharias<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>So it's come time for another Warde to make his way into the halls of Hogwarts I see</strong>." The voice of the hat sounded almost as quick as it was put on his head. "<strong>Your family does have a long history in Slytherin and I can see potential in placing you in that house to continue your family's legacy, but let me get a better look at you.</strong>" It said peering into his mind and measuring his strengths and potential. <br><br>"<strong>I see a cunning you man, illusive, with manners to know how to properly address the subtler qualities in a conversation. Yes certainly it's easy to see how these could fit into Slytherin, but I see more. Courage, tenacity, a bubbling desire to break free and to be trailblazer your own path. You may have greatness in you, and I will grant you your desire to break free for I see a house that will lift you above even the heights Slytherin can offer....</strong>"<br><br>"<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Gryffindor</strong></span>!" The house boomed, and for the last time in the long line of students a table would break out into applause happily accepting Zach into the house of Gryffindor. The Gryffindors proud to accept Warde as they applauded and waited for him to take his seat and join them. It had taken almost no time to sort Zach and as he sat down that would conclude the ceremony. All that was left was for the Headmaster to speak and then the feast could begin. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 03:52:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Loose Hufflepuff Robes, wedge heels, cutoffs, and white tank top visible underneath.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>:&nbsp; Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> The Sorting Hour<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Joyful Camaraderie! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtR8GSGZjM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy (Jag), Elenore (RubySlippers), Open, Mentioning Hikaru, Topher, Silas<br><hr><br>The enthusiasm of Loveday's embrace waned as Addy talked about her interests. "Oh yeah. Gardening." She sighed, her arm slipping from the girl's shoulders. "Well you're in the right house for that I guess. Only thing the Slytherins grow are fungus, and I don't think anything can grow in the Gryffindor house with all that hot air they put out." She didn't mention Ravenclaw, mostly because she didn't have an easy insult handy for the reason they couldn't grow anything. <br><br>"Engaged to a Ravenclaw?" Loveday gasped, horrified. "Oh gawd, sweetie, I hope you've got time to cancel that they're all rubbish." She glared at the table but one in particular, a curly haired boy with the look of a rapscallion (or 'Silas' as her was sometimes called) seemed to be getting the brunt of the glare. She shrugged rather nonchalantly as she said she wouldn't use a wand if it was a weapon, well she'd see how that got on with the professors it wasn't really any of Loveday's business. Finally she said she did body wraps which earned a perk of the brow of interest.<br><br>"Either of you play quidditch?" Loveday asked glancing between them, resting her head on her fist, her body language making it clear she wasn't very optimistic about the answer to that question. <br><br>She heard the good looking Asian boy she'd sat on the train with assigned to Slytherin and sighed, then shot Topher a glare as if to say she blamed him personally."BOOO!" She yelled especially loudly to that one. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 04:27:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MzqwYH3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, Hufflepuff - I wonder if there a petition process.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Resolve<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Directing conversation to - Loveday. Mentioning - Addy, Elenore, Xerxes and unknown bishounen guy.<br><hr> <br><br>It took Darcy a few minutes to process what just happened, she grabbed a drink taking a sip as a rather loud older student was taking pleasure in booing the hot bishounen guy who was put in Slytherin. She frowned taking more attention to the students, Xerxes was put in Slytherin as well she smiled at him, jealousy was starting to rise up with each person sent to other houses.<br><br>She gave a small sigh as she felt as if she needed to join in or else she might be considered anti-social, upon hearing the question of the older student she decided to but in, forcing an almost natural smile on her face. “Hmmm, I guess I should add something; I'm Darcy Fredricksen, muggle-born, my sister was a Hufflepuff, she graduated 4 years ago, my brother was a Ravenclaw and graduated 9 years ago. As for Quidditch... if riding a broom is anything like riding a horse, I suppose I could give it a try.” She offered with a small laugh, perfected over the years.<br><br>Darcy looked over at the table smiling at both Elenore and Addy, if she was stuck in this house she was going to make the best of it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 04:50:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident and flirty<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray Morrigan, Loveday Marley and Darcy Fredricksen, open.<br><hr><br>Hikaru glanced back as he heard the lovely Loveday booing from the Hufflepuff table about him having been placed in Slytherin, beside her was the cute blonde he'd winked at after he watched the girl get sorted.<br>He looked back over briefly at Moray before he murmured softly “I'll be right back, I see some friends from the train that I must say hello to”<br><br>Tossing his long lithe legs over the bench, Hikaru made his way quietly and discreetly over towards the Hufflepuff table, careful not to interrupt the sorting ceremony, a suave 'doki doki' inducing kind of smile slid across his perfect kissable lips as Loveday and the blonde came into view.<br>“Miss Loveday... an absolute pleasure to see you, I heard you lamenting my placement and simply had to come and see you” He murmured, his voice smooth and soft as the finest Japanese silk, he reached for her hand and placed a brushing feather soft kiss on her knuckles before releasing her hand, directing his focus then to the blonde girl “I don't believe I have had the pleasure of your name... my name is Hikaru”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 04:59:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/67/Rosalyn_Gryff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts robes with Gryffindor accessories, <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These stockings</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://ae01.alicdn.com/kf/HTB1T1LFOXXXXXapXVXXq6xXFXXXn/Sexy-Women-Lace-Top-Sheer-Stay-Up-Thigh-High-Stockings-Pantyhose-Ladies-Stockings.jpg)</div></div> and <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">These shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://images.neimanmarcus.com/ca/1/product_assets/S/0/4/8/U/NMS048U_mu.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 Inch/Alder/Unicorn hair- Slightly flexible <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, year 3<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st, <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Reassuring her man<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Rosalyn's theme- La Vie En Rose (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NK9zdPj-oslink)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Zacharias, open.<br>Mentioning: N/A<br><hr><br>Rosalyn stood the moment she heard the hat call out Gryffindor as it sat atop her fiance's head... she could see the dismay on his face and wanted to go and comfort him, but remained where she stood for now until he was about to make his way to the Gryffindor's table.<br><br>“Hey...” Rosalyn murmured, her jade green eyes filled with reassurance and warmth as she reached for his hands “I know you wanted Slytherin, but... everything will be alright, you'll see”<br>She leaned in to murmur softly near his ear, hushed words meant just for him to hear “Just think how much more accessible I'll be at all hours this way...”<br><br>Sure... it was a little sleazy to say that so soon into their relationship, but her main concern was to make him feel better.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 05:03:56</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Hikaru, Xerxes, open.<br><hr><br>Moray smiled and shrugged at Hikaru apologised and stood up. "You do you, I have other new first years to...meet." She grinned as she turned her attention to Xerxes.<br><br>"Now if I know smiles..." She raised her hand covering his mouth from her view. "Hmmm yes, fake." She shook her head hitting slightly. "Some of us felt like this when we arrived, this house has a reputation and a half, but don't worry you'll come to love it." She smiled a genuine smile. "The key is the eyes, make yourself think of something really funny and hold it." She nodded.<br><br>"I'm Moray Morrigan by the way, you're... Ceres? No Xerxes." She corrected herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 05:19:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MzqwYH3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, Hufflepuff - I wonder if there a petition process.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Resolve<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentioning Loveday - Talking to Hikaru<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smiled at the chatter at the table, but her eyes were drawn to Slytherin...the bishounen, who was coming over...shit... She turned her head to the side as he approached the table, she found herself sitting straighter, trying to appear to pay attention to the sorting.<br><br>His attention was drawn to Loveday.... burning jealousy welled up inside her from nowhere but she simply picked up her drink taking a sip, the epitome of composure. Years of private education and a summer of finishing school had taught her well.<br><br>The kiss Loveday recieved seemed to last an eternity, but all too soon his attention was brought to her. She smiled coquettishly, as he introduced himself. "It would be most unkind of me to refuse such a pleasure you just gave yourself. My name is Darcy. Your name means 'to shine', does it not?" She asked her light blue eyes meeting his own, before studying his face as he spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>26-03-2018, 05:39:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://stuffpoint.com/supernatural/image/249118-supernatural-felicia-day-charlie-bradbury.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Elenore Ryn<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Rowan with a Fairy Wing Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Simple in Design with a Leather Sheath at the Base and is Gently Flexible with a Rounded Tip<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQIRrdiwgTQ (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jQIRrdiwgTQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br>"The Sorting Hat was bouncing me between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and well put me here shows me I had a variety of talents, but Hufflepuffs are great and we get to wear cute bow ties how cool is that. Now I propose we issue a challenge to the other Houses to a Talent Contest it would be fun and well we can ask the Headmaster to put up some house points up. We can have a First Year join with an advanced student or two, and let them have it, if its something you want to do? I'm a good harpist and singer, won some local contests when at school and at the pubs.<br><br>And what do you think would be fair for a scented oil massages and body wraps with aromatherapy in galleons for massages four with Hufflepuffs three being fair. Body wraps are more costly I'm thinking in galleons 12 and for Hufflepuffs 10 for a simple herbal body wrap. I won't sell myself cheap but am still learning I know the basics after one year of school its enough for basic professional skill but will learn more. But those prices are fair and I want to get in all the practice I can and I can tell honestly people I know I was working at my trade and not need to lie. Any input and free is not an option unless your engaged to me?," Elenore said then asked a question of the others.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 00:56:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident and flirty<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley and Darcy Fredricksen, open.<br><hr><br>Hikaru smiled at the blonde whom had just introduced herself as Darcy, intrigued interest appeared in his eyes as she made a very good rough interpretation of what his name meant in Japanese, it meant radiance most often... but 'to shine' was not at all incorrect “Color me very impressed, Miss Darcy... you are quite knowledgeable. Do you know any more Japanese?”<br><br>To say that he wasn't getting some unwelcoming looks from the male hufflepuffs at the table would have been a lie, they were intelligent enough to notice when Darcy, Loveday and other present females gazed at the gorgeous Asian with hearts in their eyes... to them, guys like Hikaru were a threat, you had to work even harder to get and keep a girl's attention when there was a guy that looked like him in the room as well.<br><br>Maybe he was little arrogant to entertain such thoughts, but that didn't mean it wasn't true all the same... Hikaru was well aware he was good looking, nature had blessed him well and he had absolutely no qualms about taking advantage of that appreciated gift.<br><br>Goddesses like Loveday and Darcy... this was only natural that they would notice him as much as he noticed them... plus, he rather doubted much of the pounces around here had taken the time these ladies deserved to pamper and spoil them with attention, revere them for the delightful flowers of womanhood they were.<br><br>Darcy reminded him of a sweet and delicate daisy in appearance... sweet, cheerful and lovely, it reminded you of beautiful refreshing Spring time after what felt like an eternity of frozen winter. Daisies were underrated in his opinion, they deserved so much more appreciation.<br><br>Ah, Loveday... a fierce thorny rose, those feisty thorns threatened to give you one hell of a painful prick if you didn't handle the vivacious bloom correctly... but once you got past those thorn to the vibrant flower, petals of brilliant crimson soft as the smoothest lush velvet... bliss was yours to be had, the rose was after all the symbol of passion and love...<br><br>Perhaps this was one more reason why Hikaru had so much more success with girls than most other fellows did... he might be an asshole a large amount of the time, but he did know how to treat women with the reverence and adoration they were due.<br><br>Oh women... Hikaru loved them so much, they were all so different and unique in so many ways, each one special and worthy to be adored.<br><br>Perhaps his father was right... perhaps it really was about time for Hikaru to try seriously dating, direct all his passionate adoration towards one special female...<br><br>The idea was not repulsive... but he definitely needed to make sure he made a smart choice before committing to any specific lady.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 05:21:23</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/MzqwYH3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Darcy Fredricksen (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003815#msg14003815)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Robe, shirt, tie, pants, shoes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 16inch Hazel, Dragon Heart string, swishy <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First year, Hufflepuff - I wonder if there a petition process.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Sorting, near the front of the line.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Resolve<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentioning Loveday - Talking to Hikaru<br><hr> <br><br>Darcy smile flicked into a smirk as he seemed impressed by her knowledge, <em>“Watashi no nihongo wa kagira rete imasuga, watashi wa jūbun ni rikai dekimasu.”</em> The words rolled off her tongue, her accent wasn't terrible but it needed practice. She carefully pushed a lock of hair from her eyes, hoping that he was impressed even more. “My previous school was very big on languages, however they only introduced Japanese in my last two years. I took solace in my schooling as there were few distractions, going to an all-girls school can limit ones dance card, so to speak.” <br><br>Darcy leaned in towards him she kept eye contact with him as she spoke, her voice hushed so that only he could hear. “Perhaps you might be willing to help further my education.” She reached over brushing a finger along his jawline slowly, before pulling back sitting back exactly where she was.<br><br>“I happened to notice that you were placed in Slytherin, do you believe that was a good fit?” She asked, wondering what type of person he was to be put in there, ambitious seemed the most obvious answer, she only hoped that he wasn't an elitist Pureblood dead set against muggle-born, or this evening was going to take a turn for the worst. <br><br>It was almost ironic being sat on the other side of the fence, she was brought up with wealth and power, considered to be an elite family, but in this world she was nothing, her name didn't carry anything. There were doors shut to her here and it was sobering, but it just meant that she had to work twice as hard to get the respect she had previously been given freely. <br><br>Maybe there was a reason she was in this damned house after all.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Translation</div><div class="spoiler_body">My Japanese is limited, but I can understand well enough.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 19:46:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a5/Headmaster_Amell.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Rodrick Amell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gentleman's Outfit under long black robes (https://i.imgur.com/yNTtpQB.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Larch Wood, Hippogriff feather core, 10 two thirds inches, with slight flexibility and three twists<br><strong>Position</strong>: Headmaster of Hogwarts<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening just after the sorting Ceremony<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> In the middle of the Teacher's table at the very end of the great hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Speech<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Theme Song (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Htaj3o3JD8I)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Everyone in The Great Hall.<br><hr><br><br>Seated at the center of the professor's table at the very end of the great hall was the current acting Headmaster. Through the entire proceedings he had watched with a degree of interest and a soft smile on his expressions. Turning once or twice to consult with his deputy headmaster. Long billowing black robes that covered his arms and extended down just above his ankles lay open long dark grey overcoat, and just the barest glimpses of the white vest and shirt underneath. Silver pants and jet black silt boots could be seen to some as he took hold of a cane and moved to the podium just to the front of the room.&nbsp; He'd stand at the front of the room for a few moments letting silence settle over The Great Hall as students hushed one another. One by one he'd gaze at each table, starting with Hufflepuff, then Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and finally to Slytherin before his attention would settle more towards the center of the room.<br><br>"<strong>Good evening, to our first years allow me to welcome you to Hogwarts, to the rest of our students welcome back</strong>." He said, the soft smile on his features never fading away. "<strong>I am sure after a long ride you are all hungry, but I have some announcements to start the year before we begin the feast.</strong>" He said, his eyes would once more began to wander the room. Darting slowly to the left, and then casting his gaze over the rest of the hall the other direction.<br><br>"<strong>First, a word of warning to our first years, and a reminder to the rest, The Forbidden Forest is <em>strictly</em> off limits.</strong>" He said tapping his cane on the floor as he spoke. "<strong>This is of course for the safety of our students, and I would advise great caution to any student who would want to avoid a untimely death to heed this warning</strong>." He said, tapping his cane once more as he spoke.<br><br>"<strong>Second with the retirement of Professor Slughorn who will be sorely missed. Our very own Lucious Karkus has graciously agreed to take over potions instructions. As such I would like to welcome Roybald Creevey (https://i.imgur.com/WH3j4FS.jpg) as our new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.</strong>" Amell said gesturing with to his right where the professor would stand up in acknowledgement. <br><br>"<strong>Next, in no small part to several would be <em>operations</em> that were caught last year, students attempting to smuggle in and make a <em>business</em> of forbidden items will face harsher punishments and a greater of loss of house points</strong>." He said, his eyes would seem to turn towards the Slytherin table as he spoke on the last point.<br><br>"<strong>Finally, on the matter of prefects this year we shall be awarding such statuses in October, those who may be candidates would do well to remember that a Prefect acts as both an example and a mentor to the younger students within the school. Those that embody those qualities may be awarded the honor by their head of house come October first</strong>." He said tapping his cane against the ground one last time as he. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>27-03-2018, 19:53:50</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Loose Hufflepuff Robes, wedge heels, cutoffs, and white tank top visible underneath.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>:&nbsp; Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> The Sorting Hour<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Joyful Camaraderie! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtR8GSGZjM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Addy (Jag), Elenore (RubySlippers), Hikaru (LamentingQuill), Darcy (Zealously Jaded), Open<br><hr><br>Loveday made sure to give Darcy a wave and gestured to make sure she was provided with her own drink and refreshments, although there was no need as other Hufflepuffs were already warmly welcoming her. She listened to her talk before she grinned, recognizing that face, "Oh yeah, Flipper Fredricksen's little sister!" She beamed, "I hope you're half as fun as she was at parties. You know how they say you have to beat the boys off with a stick? Only girl I've ever known that had to actually do it without any spells involved." She grinned, not realizing she might be dropping some information that Darcy didn't know about her older sis. "She was always goin on about her old man wantin er to be some sort of big shot but I think she's doing ospital work now right?" She shook her head at the memories of the girl who had been a few years ahead of her. "How is old Flipper doing? You talk to her lately?" The idea of having another girl as fun as Flipper Fredricksen about really lifting her spirits. "And hell you can get a tryout of course. We can see how it goes Little Flipper." She coined a nickname on the spot. <br><br>The older girl took a quick general stock of their new additions. Three pretty girls, a blonde, a brunette, and redhead. This was like the start of a joke. And already they were attracting the boys from the other houses over to flirt with them. Oh boy it was going to be another one of those years. Hufflepuff girls had a reputation for being amazing girlfriends for a reason - largely because it was true - they were down to earth, not prudish, but rather caring and affectionate as well. All the qualities that would bring guys like - yup there he was. <br><br>She sighed, but smiled at the same time as Hikaru jumped the barrier and came up to them. She let him take her hand and kiss it, in no small part because he was charming and pretty and she liked having her hand kissed, but glared at him as he did it all the same. Still, one as experienced in smooth talking as him would notice the way her mouth curled up in a smile as she glared.<br><br>"Lamenting your placement." She scoffed and shook her head, but couldn't help but crack a smile in amusement. "Lamenting that your house exists more like." She said, a friendly tone despite the harshness of the words. "Now leave my poor girls alone and get back up the dancers before I carry you meself." <br><br>She paused to listen to the headmaster. She thought a bit about his comments about Prefects. If she wanted to be someone in the magical world after her time here it would be a good way to - <br><br>"You hear that, example and mentor, that's you out Love." The boy sitting next to her joked, then winced as a strong elbow caught him on the sides.<br><br>"Oh piss off." She said, sounding a bit more annoyed that she normally would be at such a jibe. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 00:05:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/68/Xerxestaylor1.jpg/394px-Xerxestaylor1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Slytherins<br><hr><br>Xerxes was brought back to reality by Moray. She was a friendly face in a sea of unknowns. “Yeah, Xerxes.” It did bring a more genuine smile to his lips. The first person he met in Slytherin house seemed to shatter some of the biased notions he held from reading. Xerxes had to remind himself that regression to the mean could be in play, but likely there were a number of outliers like Moray. He would resolve himself to finding them.<br><br>“Nice to…to meet you.” Xerxes said, remembering manners, albeit a momentary lapse.<br><br>Xerxes was about to continue the conversation when his eyes followed the movement at the head of the room. The headmaster made his way to the podium and the room quickly quieted down.<br><br>Xerxes was riveted to each world of Professor Amell. He had read about the Forbidden Forest and didn’t miss that Amell’s gaze moved to Slytherin when he discussed contraband. Xerxes nearly winced. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 02:10:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/AddyHuff2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Adalheida "Addy" Ogden (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998458#msg13998458)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Standard School Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech Wood, Rougarou Hair, 11.5'<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff / 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, In Line<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Newly sorted!<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> I never meant to pull you apart, but I'd do it all over again. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7utESDMrVfc)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Loveday Marley (Red), Elenore Ryn (RubySlippers), Darcy Fredricksen (Jaded), Hikaru Matsukoto (LQ) -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Loveday's comment about what the other houses could grow was taken wrong by the American girl, "Maybe I can help them? The Gryffindors, I mean. There are a lot of hot air climate plants that can be grown. Magical or otherwise..." her voice was low as she sort of drifted off in thought for a moment. At least till Elenore talked and mentioned being engaged.<br><br>It wasn't her being engaged to a Ravenclaw that was surprising, mostly because she didn't know exactly what that meant. But what did get to was the fact that this girl was supposed to be a first year like herself. How could someone be engaged at that age? How different was the culture here that someone would be okay with announcing their impending marriage when they were barely into their mid-teenage years? It was as far beyond Addy's comprehension as the girl's mention of refusing to use a wand if it could be used to harm someone. Addy was tempted to bring up the fact that anything and everything could harm someone. Water could harm people. Air could harm people. There wasn't anything in existance that couldn't harm someone. But she managed to remain composed and just brush off what she felt was ignorance and simply agree with Loveday about marriage being rubbish. It was never Addy's place to judge someone for their status or beliefs, even if she didn't agree with them.<br><br>She was thankful for the change of subject to something called quidditch. It took her a moment to remember that was the sport over here, "Not really, but I've never seen a match. We have Quodpot in America. The goal is to get the Quod into the pot at the other end of the field and into the solution that will stop it from exploding. The other team tries to get it in the pot on their end of the field to do the same. Last year, Sebastian Everic lost three fingers because he didn't drop it in the pot in time. It was really sad, cause he's usually so good at it. I lost fifty Dragots and a sprink on that game because of that. Is Quidditch anything like Quodpot?"<br><br>When Hikaru came over and kissed Loveday's hand, she rolled her eyes a little. She didn't understand people doing things like that. Even the other new girl, Darcy, seemed to have sweet eyes for this guy. Instead, she looked back at the cup of Butterbeer and decided to try a bit of it. It wasn't bad. Much sweeter than she preferred, but not bad. <br>Feeling the conversation slipping away from her as people seemed more excited about everything than she was, Addy just poked at the food in front of her. She knew this wasn't like herself. She was usually the loud one or the one to get excited about things. Addy just wasn't feeling it though. She knew it would just take time for her to get comfortable. She never realized how closed off and sheltered she'd been before moving here. She'd spent her whole life surrounded by the same people. Addy knew she might be feeling the same even if she had gone to Ilvermorny, because it would have been just as jarring an experience.<br><br>The headmaster started to speak and she tried to pay attention, but she kept her eyes down on the table. Was this almost over? She wanted to find her trunk and make sure it was okay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Eikichi</strong> on <strong>28-03-2018, 03:40:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ee/Eikichi_Characters_52-5.jpg)</div> <br><strong>Name:</strong> Zacharias Warde (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14002048#msg14002048)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Plain Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood <br><strong>Wands</strong>: Rowan, Basilisk Skin, 11 inches, Unyielding, Family Heirloom. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor 1<sup>st</sup> year.<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday. September 1st ,2017.<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> To Be Sorted.<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat, Gryffindors in general,&nbsp; Rosalyn | Open<br><hr><br>There was more than dismay on Zacharias features as the hat decided he should be sorted into.. Gryffindor. Of all places it had to be the one that he wanted the least. The only house he had absolutely no desire to be apart and instead he was now stuck within the house he detested with no option elsewise. He wanted to protest, to lash out at the idea that he was stuck within such an absolutely detestable house. The very idea of being in Gryffindor was bad enough, yet what was he meant to say his family when they learned. No matter how much of a failure his sister was, or his cousin, both had entered into Slytherin. Even his sisters son, a half-blood, had been sorted into Slytherin.. was he meant to be a larger failure than them? Him of all people?<br><br>As detestable as it was, Zacharias didn’t make an outward fuss or even expression. Instead whatever color his face had was completely drained from him and instead he made his way down from the sorting hat and made his way to where all the others had been sorted. No doubt under the watchful eyes of Nathaniel, and perhaps Adam, Zacharias took a seat at the end of the table and away from the rest. Far too depressed to give even a passing care about what was going on. There was no smile on his face after being sorted, merely annoyance and discontent. Even the passing words of his ‘fiancé’ were hardly going to lift his spirits. Instead, rather disheartened for the rest of the evening, Zacharias pulled away from those hush words she’d spoken to him. The thoughts of their relationship discarded for the moment and instead his attention focused on to simply trying to understand his predicament.<br><br>Even the speech by the headmaster was forgotten, or simply ignored, as Zacharias shifted into a seat at the end of the table and had that rather stoic look plastered to his face. His arms crossed over his chest, almost in a pout, but there was a bitter look in his eyes and his teeth were clenched. He wasn’t finished being angry; there just simply wasn’t anything he could lash out on just yet. In fact sitting there, grinding his teeth, took quite a bit of self-restraint. Later he might even regret downright ignoring his fiancé, but for the moment she was simply a distraction that kept him from piecing together the words of the accursed hat to try and discover why it had sorted him into this accursed house.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Blythe</strong> on <strong>29-03-2018, 09:12:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/ba/Topher_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Topher Dubois<br>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong> Designer black wizard apparel! (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/6b/92/91/6b9291094b4364150005423d4991e59d.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Red Oak, Basilisk Skin, 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 6th year<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Grand Feast, Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> just chillin'<br>(Optional)<strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> ---<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Mentions Hikaru (LamentingQuill), Loveday Marley (RedPhoenix), Silas Cork (Jag), Xerxes Taylor (HockeyGod), Moray Morrigan (Zealously Jaded). But also OPEN, particularly to anyone at the Slytherin table. ^^<br><hr>Topher was surprisingly quiet and behaved, not much engaging in conversation at first when the Sorting got started. Mostly he was transfixed by the different Houses everyone got sorted into. Topher did have a rather large supply of House pride, though, and Loveday's obnoxious cheering provoked him into whistling and cheering racuously for anyone sorted into Slytherin. He did recognize one of the 1st years immediately--the fellow from the train who'd flirted with Loveday. He wasn't sure how to feel about that, though certainly Hikaru clearly had the raw ambition to be an asset to House Slytherin if he'd flirted with Loveday without a single bit of caution. He grinned at Loveday's poor reaction and cheered louder for Hikaru, whistling happily, just to spite her a bit that Hikaru was in his House, not hers. Then again, he would have done that about anyone. Topher sometimes wondered if he himself should be the bigger person, be more mature and...ugh, no, that would let Loveday <em>win</em> and Salazar <em>forbid.</em><br><br>He didn't initially engage in the Quidditch talk at his House table, though it occured to Topher, with a sudden shock, that he was a 6th year now...and possibly the oldest Slytherin Quidditch player, possibly meaning he was eligible to be captain. He'd have to double-check on it, but he was reasonably certain he was eligible. If anything, perhaps it would let him save face and...gods above and below, that meant <em>Loveday</em> was eligible to be her House captain. His stomach turned.&nbsp; Ugh. He noticed Hikaru went to talk to Loveday--if anything, that would be amusing, him chasing after her. He sort of hoped Hikaru would succeed.<br><br>He heard Xerxes get sorted into Slytherin, and he gave a loud <em>whoop</em> noise. Typically Topher wasn't fond of first years, but he'd be damned if Loveday cheered louder than him, and he was hoping to see some fresh talent in the House this year. He'd have to remember to inquire about Xerxes' lineage later.<br><br>He was about to get chatty, but then Headmaster Amell spoke. Topher was not a moron. He <em>listened</em>. There was no point in being loud or interrupting the Headmaster. He heard about being a prefect, and his heart sank. His parents would have loved him to be a prefect, but Topher was reasonably sure his behavior last year probably meant he'd never be eligible. He'd just have to shoot for Quidditch captain--he'd heard they got to use the prefect bathrooms. Close enough, right? He could <em>try</em> for prefect, maybe, but he suspected it was <em>incredibly</em> unlikely. He wouldn't be a Slytherin if he didn't go for it. He'd just...have to behave really well this month, maybe?<br><br>He finally snapped out of his reverie and addressed any of the Slytherins currently at his table after Amell stopped speaking, "Gods, sorry, distracted by Sorting and drifted off a bit thinking about options this year. How's everyone? Nice to see new faces, pleased as always to see old ones. Anyone going to try to be a prefect this year?" <br><br>That was cordial, right? He was endeavoring to put on a good face. He could do it? He just...had to avoid Loveday Marley and Silas Cork, and he'd behave fine. Right?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>31-03-2018, 02:58:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://nebula.wsimg.com/214ee23493a43c1f041b3d4bd05d74f2?AccessKeyId=F9BC88121657E8A2F304&amp;disposition=0&amp;alloworigin=1)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hand me down robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, unassigned<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIXlPxblIpQ) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, sorting hat when it's her turn<br><hr>This was it! This was the start of something so much than anything Maria had before. She'd be free to grow and learn as she wished, free to be her own person, free of her families scorn. Well, at least as long as she could avoid her siblings she was. Thankfully the school was big, and she doubted that they would run in the same circles. And though she worried about what they could or would do to her while at school. Maria wasn't about to allow it to steal the good moments from her. So she happily walked up the steps that led to the great hall with the other first years surrounding her. <br><br>Voices filtered around her, each one filled with excitement and curiosity. What house would they end up in? Was it the one they wanted or expected? What did it mean for their future? Maria had no idea what house she would be sorted into, each had its good points and bad. But she trusted the sorting at, after all, it had never been wrong before. <br><br>So wide-eyed she stepped into the hall, taking in the sight of the magically charmed ceiling and smiling as the large group walked between the long sets of tables. She looked at the other students as they pointed and made comments. They seemed just as excited to see who ended up in their houses as the first years were about their own results. <br><br>A line was formed, her hands flexed at her sides, and she again nibbled on her lower lip and waited as each student stepped forward and took their turn with the hat. Applause followed each and every one, surprise, shock, happiness each emotion seemed to flow from the students as they were placed. Maria waited, stepping closer with each passing student that was placed. And when it would get to her turn she'd brush her fingers through her hair as she took the seat. Feeling silly over the action, but the hat did after all sit on a great many heads. The least Maria could do was make sure hers was straightened and comfy...right? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>01-04-2018, 02:15:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8a/Iain_Gryff_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Iain McGregor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14003054#msg14003054)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Gryffindor Robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 12-inch cypress with a hippogriff feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Gryffindor, 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Gryffindor table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Rosalyn Lamoureux, Finn Balor, Zacharias Warde, open<br><hr><br>With the sorting ceremony over, Iain smiled at the results. Gryffindor had assembled what looked to be another strong year of the house. There was one exception to the placement…somehow a snake managed to slither its way into the lion’s den. The smile melted from his lips.<br><br>The Scot was fiercely loyal and considered it the most admirable trait in another. Would Warde be loyal to his house or his family? Iain shot a look over the other Warde. It would definitely make Christmas interesting at their house. The smile crept back on his face – this time filled with resolve.<br><br>He finally looked to Rosalyn who radiated warmth around nearly everyone. She met Zacharias and tried to reassure him. Before Iain could say anything, the Headmaster gave his obligatory speech. The room erupted once again at the conclusion.<br><br>Iain was sure it was going to be a great year – Warde or not.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>01-04-2018, 04:19:49</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes and Topher, Open – Mentioning Nate<br><hr><br>Moray smiled at Xerxes, he seemed a little lost, obviously taken back by the idea of being in the house, both her parents were Slytherin so it was obvious she would be here and luckily they had each other during the war. Professor Amell disturbed the conversation making the same speech as last year, the talk of operations hit a note with her, her eyes trailed over to Nate, no doubt he was planning something. <br><br>There were no prefects yet? She frowned wondering who was going to be a prefect, maybe if she played her cards right they'd let her have it, she might only be in the third year but she had been dreaming about that mega bath she'd heard all about. She pushed a lock of hair from her eyes as Topher decided to make an appearance.<br><br>“Topher, do you know who's the captain this year?” She asked, leaning over the table to look down at him. “And what are the chances you'll actually finish a match this year?” She raised an eyebrow smirking at him, but she was actually mad, she wanted to throttle him for getting kicked off the field.<br><br>She looked at Xerxes, “Do you Quiddich?” She asked sizing him up, “You'd probably be good as a seeker.” She offered, 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>03-04-2018, 18:35:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/545f11e60c28a82bc1652d93407f4868/tumblr_p4gm22rmPT1wz6gjeo9_250.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Sorting Hat<br><hr><br>After the long train ride and the trip across the lake via rowboat, Finley was finally able to stretch his legs on actual Hogwarts property. The other first years all huddled together, walking in a large clump through the halls, as they were led by upperclassmen and professors into the Great Hall. Finley wore the plain black robes that his father wore when he had attended Hogwarts. He hoped that his faded shade of black didn’t stand out too much against the much newer looking tints that surrounded him from every side. <br><br>Then again, he supposed there were more important matters to concern himself with, such as which house he was to be sorted into. So, while various students were called up and seated on the stool, only for the sorting hat to shout out which house they were assigned to, Finley waited for his turn. He clapped along with the others when the students were placed into their respective houses, most of them wearing beaming grins and clearly enthralled with the choice that was made for them. Perhaps it was a choice they had anticipated for themselves.<br><br>Finley on the other hand hadn’t been so sure. His father was a Ravenclaw and his mother was a Hufflepuff. He supposed that if he had to see himself in any house, it’d be Gryffindor, but then again, that house didn’t seem to fit his personality in every aspect. Perhaps there was no house that truly appealed to him. But, either way, he was content to leave the decision up to the hat. Finally, when his name was called, he took a deep breath and approached the stool, sat down, and waited for the hat to be placed upon his head, then closed his eyes and listened intently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>04-04-2018, 16:35:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Slytherins<br><hr><br>Xerxes continued to look around the room at the vastness of the Great Hall. Hogwarts really was something out of a dream or Disney movie. The students were just as interesting. Xerxes read about the Wizarding Wars which had been amazingly waged under the Muggle world. <br><br>Moray’s question once again brought him back to reality. He smiled in his nerdy way. “Q…Quidditch?” He thought for a moment. “I’ve never played…actually I’ve nev- never been on a broom…but, but, I’d be up for trying.” <br><br>Quidditch was as popular as football in the Muggle world. There were leagues, clubs and professional players. Xerxes had researched a number of hobbies and games and Quidditch had, by far, the most research. <br><br>Xerxes considered Moray’s comment. A seeker did match Xerxes’ personality – singularly focused on the golden snitch. Using probability and mathematical equations to plot trajectories. The only issue was the lack of experience flying. Xerxes didn’t know if he even could fly. <br><br>“Do you play, Moray?” Xerxes inquired.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 19:23:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Finley<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>I see another Clark has come to grace the halls of Hogwarts hmm</strong>?" The voice of the hat spoke softly into his mind. "<strong>Just what additions to your family's legacy will you leave behind Mr. Clark?</strong>" It asked as it began to peer into the depths of Finley's mind. Just what was the measure and make of this young pure-blood that found his way to the halls of Hogwarts? "<strong>You see yourself as a Gryffindor, perhaps there is some merit to that thought</strong>." <br><br>"<strong>I see talent, immense potential that can grow into something very impressive.</strong>" It said as it gazed into his mind. "<em>You certainly seem as stubborn as you'd expect a Gryffindor to be, and a thirst for glory too. Yet I see a individual who is grounded the type to make sound decisions and seek information where possible. A mind that is capable of making the best of what trouble your instincts might get you into.....Yes I see where to place you</em>."<br><br>"<strong>Better be.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw</span></strong>!" The hate Bellowed allowing the Ravenclaw table to burst into celebration as it welcomed along it's newest member. Finley was the fourth to be sorted, and just the second Ravenclaw to be join the house. Naturally he would be greeted with warmth once he made his way to the table. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>05-04-2018, 22:10:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall -&gt; Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Sorting Hat<br><hr><br>Finley took in a deep breath, stilling himself and quelling his nerves as best as he could. They were likely just excited nerves, but still, they were rattling around inside him like wild animals locked in a cage. The sorting hat started speaking to him, making Finley focus entirely on the words it chose. He closed his eyes, blocking out the others who were staring at him. He thought of Gryffindor, but also of his parents who were from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. Supposedly, any House would be a fine fit, so long as it wasn’t Slytherin. At least, he couldn’t see himself as a venomous snake. He’d much rather be a lion, an eagle, or even a badger. <br><br>Thankfully, the hat seemed to think similarly, or at least, it seemed to take his thoughts into careful consideration. <br><br><strong>“Ravenclaw!” </strong><br><br>After he heard the House he had been assigned to, Finley felt a mix of emotions. Relief that it wasn’t Slytherin, disappointment that it was the same House as his father, and conflict over the fact that he’d likely never know how close he was to getting sorted elsewhere. It didn’t matter though, the hat’s word was final. And just like that, the hat was taken off of his head, and the Ravenclaw table burst out into applause and cheers for him as he approached and took a seat near the end, where the other First Years were collecting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 02:39:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Maria<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Quite the history you bring along with you as you sit in these hallowed halls hmm?</strong>" It asked recognizing another pure-blood had taken her seat at the front of the hall. It seemed there were quite a few pure-bloods were arriving that year. The fall of the dark lord had lead to a great deal of celebration indeed. "<strong>I see great potential in you, and I shall see too it you arrive in the house that best suites that potential.</strong>" <br><br>"<strong>A artistic mind, creative able to think outside the box, very intelligent.</strong>" It said as it gazed into her mind. "<em>Ravenclaw would welcome you with open arms and help you develop on your path no doubt about that....Still there is diligence and compassion a great large heart happy to embrace the world around you. I know just where to place you</em>."<br><br>"<strong>This one is definitely belongs in.....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff</span></strong>!" The hate Bellowed just past thirty seconds allowing the Hufflepuff table to applaud and cheer, something they would do several times on the evening. Though when Maria moved over she would be one of the first couple to be sorted and the ceremony only just creeping it's way past the last names starting with D. Regardless as was the case with most students there would be celebration, no student sorted would feel unwanted. When Maria made her way to her table she'd be greeted with happy and friendly faces.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CurvyKitten</strong> on <strong>06-04-2018, 04:26:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/MariaHuff1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Maria Alexandra Dosamantes-Novyi (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14035746#msg14035746)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hand me down robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Acacia wand with a Thunderbird Feather core 11 inches long<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st year, HUFFLEPUFF!<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> getting sorted and heading to her table<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIXlPxblIpQ) <br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> OPEN, sorting hat, hufflepuff table<br><hr>Maria stepped up to the Hat when it was her turn, her fingers once more brushing through her hair before it was sat on her head. She sat there, hands fidgeting in her lap as the hat was placed on her head. Closing her eyes she tried to clear her mind but found it hard to do so as the possibilities of her future played through her head. She could be in any house, at least as far as the traits went.&nbsp; But Maria had no idea which one was meant to be her home. <br><br>Sitting there she bit her lower lip as the hat mentioned the history that came with her. It could see it all no doubt, and it made her wonder if that was a good or bad thing. Thankfully the Hat didn't seem to judge or speak out of turn. She smiled warmly as the Hat described her, and blinked as the strange tingle worked through her mind. The Hat's voice filling her mind and spoke about Ravenclaw. Was that it, was that where she belonged? But then the hat seemed to look deeper and it seemed to suddenly make up its mind.&nbsp; <br><div align="center"><strong><br>"HUFFLEPUFF!"</strong></div><br>The Hat finally announced her placement, excitement bubbled within Maria as her smile brightened and the hat was removed. She stood as the Hufflepuff table applauded in approval and excitement. It made Maria welcomed and eager to meet the members of her house. Stepping down she happily slipped over to the Hufflepuff table and found a place to sit. "Hello everyone." she waved to those around her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 01:03:11</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "This is so boring"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley Clark (Mellific), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>Silas was the last person to be a cheerleader for his house. It wasn't that he didn't like Ravenclaw, but he just felt the whole house system was kind of silly, to begin with. They were all here for basically the same thing, so it felt strange to divide them up based on whatever trait an old hat dug up from their heads. Still, others got a kick out of it. He supposed if he were more into Quidditch or house points, he might be as excitable as Loveday was about it all. Silas was nice enough a person to at least clap for the people who got placed in Ravenclaw.<br><br>The newest one was the first in a while to really catch his attention, "Damn..." he muttered to himself. The guy was cute. Like Topher level cute. Silas had his own code about who and who he couldn't flirt with. First years, since he graduated the first year, were off limits. It was the age thing and even Silas had the tiniest bit of morals about that stuff. That didn't mean he couldn't admire and just be friendly, right? Despite what Loveday might have thought, he was capable of being a decent human being when he wanted to.<br><br>Silas had a feeling he was going to regret it later, but he got to his feet, "Dammit Cork..." he cursed himself as he started down the table and filled the empty spot next to Finley with a smile plastered to his face. Everyone always told him that he despecively friendly and charming smile, "Hey there, welcome to Ravenclaw," he held one of his hands out to the other boy, "Silas Cork. Sixth year."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 01:44:43</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Silas<br><hr><br>No sooner had he took a place at the Ravenclaw table, smiling sheepishly and offering one small, barely noticeable wave to those gathered, than Finley’s mind started racing. Ravenclaw; he was placed in Ravenclaw. Was his career at Hogwarts really going to be determined by the House that he was placed in? He sat himself down in front of a plate, eyeing the grand feast in front of him with a rather lost and absent gaze. Everyone he had ever read about in the history books was always associated with their House. It was almost like a label that the sorting hat decided, but was stuck with them for the rest of their lives. <br><br>And his House was the same House that his father had been placed in. His father, who wanted more than anything for him - his only son - to enter a career in Magical Law Enforcement. Even though Law Enforcement had absolutely no appeal to him whatsoever. A small sigh left him as he started considering the traits of a Ravenclaw and began figuring in his head, which of those traits applied to him. The Hat had said a few things about his personality; he was stubborn, but he was also grounded. He sought glory, but he was realistic and practical at the same time. Well, as much as a seventeen year old could be, he supposed. <br><br>His strayed attention brought him to the sight of Maria taking her place upon the stool. Soon thereafter, the hat called out Hufflepuff for her House. Finley smirked at the choice and clapped his hands together softly. It seemed like a fitting placement, at least based on how little he knew about the girl. It was strange to think about how the girl he met on the Hogwarts Express had been placed into Hufflepuff - just like his mother. And he was placed in Ravenclaw - just like his father. After being classmates for two years, they started dating and were married shortly after their education had finished. <br><br>It was another possible future that his parents hoped for him. Yet, Finley couldn’t quite imagine it for himself. Being so young and so committed to one other person, indefinitely. Making a family so quickly after schooling. Those were things he never envisioned for himself, and thinking about it for too long made him itchy. Perhaps all of that would change after a couple of years. Finley returned to his blank stare which was situated on the perfectly bronzed chicken in front of him, when suddenly, someone sat down beside him. <br><br>Turning to look at the visitor, he managed a small, crooked smile, just as the upperclassman introduced himself. “Hey. Thanks, mate.” His grin grew a little wider. Though he may have felt like the odd one out in Ravenclaw, it was nice to know that some of his House mates were already willing to greet him properly. Especially sixth years with nice smiles. The other guy’s hand extended and Finley was quick to extend his out in turn, grasping a firm, but not overpowering, hold, before pumping once in a quick shake. “Finley Clark. First.” He chuckled and brought his hand to the back of his neck, idly rubbing it. “But I guess that much was pretty obvious given the… sorting. I’m gonna stop talking now!” He announced, after realizing what a git he sounded like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>07-04-2018, 14:46:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "This is so boring"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley Clark (Mellific), -OPEN-<br><hr><br>The kid looked about as happy to be here as he did when he found out what it meant to be a Ravenclaw. Did this Finley not want to be here because he didn't like Ravenclaw or did he just prefer to be somewhere else with someone else? It was hard to say and Silas decided not to think too much about it, "It's your first day, we're all a little nervous our first day. I fell over the seat my first day," he'd tried to be sly to impress a girl he met on the train and ended up nearly faceplanting on the table. <br><br>So far, he liked this first year a lot better than he did that one on the train that kept hitting on Loveday, "It ain't so bad here though. The others get a little on your ass about your marks, but just tell them to shove it," he looked up and narrowed his eyes at a random guy down the table, "That's right. I'm talking about you, Ensil. You can shove those five Outstandings right up there," he smirked before looking back at Finley, "They gotta have a few of us around to keep them on their toes."<br><br>"So you need anything, you let me know, alright?" he had it in him to be a human being sometimes. He'd be graduating soon and it wouldn't kill him to leave behind one Ravenclaw that understood that being a Ravenclaw didn't mean getting good marks. That not only was it more than that, but in the end, that the Housing system in general was a terrible format.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 12:11:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Morgaine Dale<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main Hall, Great Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Party<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Musing to Silas Cork, Open<br><hr><br>"But I thought the best minds were sorted into Ravenclaw, so shouldn't we all be the finest students at school, according to the Sorting Poem at least? I'm only a Muggleborn and well my background is a rough one I'm just shocked to have been sorted here I've never been the best student but well when your drunken father beats you and your fat useless shit of a mother didn't work and orders you to do all the chores of you get beaten with the belt by dad more ,and one must steal to eat and get clothes, its hard to study. My Squib uncle saved me, turned my life around and put me on a straight course and my fiancé who is my anchor and the gentlest and most kind woman in the world who taught me that I need to make the world a better place. When you can cry yourself dry and have someone like her there holding you and let you do that until your done it matters then she builds you up standing with you it matters. She is what many would call an Old Soul. <br><br>Well sorry about bringing the party down a bit, Elenore my fiancé is going to be offering massages and do body wraps at school here to earn some Wizarding money if you want I might talk her into a discount for our House, nothing more relaxing and its healthy. And I would like my House to use her services she can hone her skills and earn money and to be frank magic is not a big deal to her she has that for a career. I'm kind of jealous she can be so focused and is happy in a career already.," Morgaine said being very thoughtful but well might as well put in a plug for her fiancés to work while here. And a scented oil massage is amazing and she gets hers free.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-04-2018, 14:07:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Silas<br><hr><br>A couple of faint chuckles left Finley after his hand dropped from the back of his neck. He snickered at himself, a residual smile remaining in place as Silas carried on politely. Finley supposed he was a bit nervous, though it felt strange to admit as much. When the upperclassmen shared a story about his first day, Finley chuckled a bit louder, shaking his head. “Did you?” He inquired, sympathy evident in his tone. “That takes the biscuit, that does.” His smile faded, but in the back of his mind he was thankful that at least he hadn’t fallen flat on his face. Not yet, anyway.<br><br>As Silas continued, mentioning that Ravenclaw wasn’t too bad despite some students being obsessed with marks, Finley turned his head to eye up the person he’d started berating. Finley’s grin broke out across his face again when Silas told another random student to shove his O’s… well, up his ass, Finley assumed. He laughed aloud, allowing the image to flash through his mind. Once the laughter subsided, he nodded his head at the sixth year, who encouraged Finley about keeping the marks obsessed students on their toes. <br><br>“I s’pose so!” He agreed, still smirking. When Silas kindly offered to help him out if he needed anything, Finley was slightly taken aback. “Really?” He paused. “Thanks, I appreciate that. I really do.” He nodded at Silas and suddenly his shoulders had relaxed a bit. He felt a little better about Ravenclaw, thanks to the sixth year. <br><br>“It’s so different being here in person, after hearing about it all my life. I guess I thought I’d feel like I knew everything about this place. But just being here makes me feel like I don’t remember anything I’ve ever heard about it.” He was overwhelmed, it was pretty clear. But, hopefully after some time and adjustment, that feeling would start to fade. In fact, he had started to feel a little less tense already. Enough that he could share what he just had. <br><br>After another moment, Finley reached out for the goblet in front of him, which was already filled. “To be honest, I didn’t know where I’d get sorted. Maybe loads of students feel like they’re meant for one particular House but I’ve never felt that way. Guess I thought they all had redeeming qualities but no one House stood out to me as the one I belonged in.” Finley shrugged. “Maybe after a bit, I’ll feel differently.” He looked to Silas. “Did you feel as if you belonged straight away?” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 03:31:27</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Xual_Sly_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xual Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 ⅛ in| Double twist Aspen wood | Thestrial hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin | 4th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall | Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observations leading to Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Devil Wears Prada - Kansas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wb-BtTeaQg&amp;index=55&amp;list=PLx65qkgCWNJIs3FPaj8JZhduXSpQ_ZfvL)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric | Open | Mention various people<br><hr><br>"Year four already?" Yawned a dirty blonde hair Slytherin. "You're old man." A sly grin curled the edges of thick lips as he glanced towards his right at his fellow serpent - Aaric Balor.&nbsp; This time of year was the most interesting and yet the most boring of them all. It was the entrance ceremony, where new students entered, and got sorted into their respectable houses. It reminded him how short summers were and the joys of staying up late and waking up early to start the fun all over again. <br><br>He remembered the horrible look on his grand parents face when he first came to Hogwarts and got sorted into Slytherin. His family was a family of Ravenclaw and the only son of the Cromwell's was a Slytherin. That one had to hurt their pride in some fashion and while he never meant to hurt his grand parents, he raveled in the horror pleased upon his father's face. He decided to carve his own path. Dark emerald eyes pealed themselves away from piercing blue and into the line of students. <br><br>"See anyone that catches your eye, Balor?" He pondered out loud, lifting his right leg, resting his foot upon the edge of his seat. With a bent knee, he rested his arm upon the cap while scanning the crowd. There was a lot of good looking first years that had a lot of potential. There was a girl with soft delicate features that made her almost seem breakable. Too much sunlight and she'd turn into dust. A gorgeous red head.&nbsp; A bunch of Gryffindor, Puffs, and Claws. There were a few good looking Slytherin and one that immediately had him nudge at Aaric. "How long before that kid gets punched in the face by some chick?" He asked about the Japanese kid. He was more of a shameless flirt than Aaric. "Maybe you should take him under your wing?" The Slytherin teased the grin fading from his lips and his eyes darkening. <br><br>"My sister is entering Hogwarts today..." His eyes never turning away from the crowd.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 04:35:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v4Ymqp7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Scylla Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain Robes; A black dress underneath, black heels<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair&nbsp; <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st | Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Standing in line to be sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ólafur Arnalds - Near Light (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q&amp;list=PLdDnKB6XYCbjFw7cEboJZMLO7Fc33j6qQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Sorting Hat<br><hr><br>She felt disconnection. Her pale eyes gazed around as the new and old gathered taking in the place that would be their second home and ponder what new adventures awaited them. It didn't matter to her of course, as she waited in line to be sorted. She'd shut the world out and go about her business not standing out physically, she'd let her grades do that for her. It was the only way to not make her grandmother upset with her. Carry on her duties like a good girl and become a Healer like her mother did, and her grand mother did, and her great grandmother did. This was the path lead out to all the females of the Montgomery family regardless if she held the last name - Cromwell. The name of the family that left a permanently scar on her heart. She wondered why she couldn't change her name to Montgomery.&nbsp; <br><br>The train ride to the large fortress was uneventful, why wouldn't it be? While people warmly welcome past and new friends into their circles, Scylla was simply huddled in the corner of random cabin, with a few other people, they tried to talk to her but she gave them short nonreturnable answers.&nbsp; With a small book in her hand. She had took herself away from her imaginary world to gaze out at the window at the real one, watching as the landscapes, passed her by. Even in the little time left she managed to close her eyes and drift off into her dream world. However, once they pulled into the station, did she open her eyes and gaze upon the beauty that was Hogwarts for the first time. Memorized by the sheer size of it. <br><br>Once she was inside; all were gathered in what was called the Great Hall. Her eyes couldn't take it all in enough. Her thoughts filled with the large chatter and the events that took place before the sorting could begin. She'd be the fifth person in line, probably the one thing that she could be grateful with her last name being C. <br><br>It was quickly approaching her turn as the person in front of her pressed forward and settled themselves down upon the seat. With a sharp inhale, she felt her lungs take in as much air as it was physically possible, and she held it. Easing the nerves within her and willing her heart to calm itself. When her name was called. The sounds of her heels clicking upon the ground was silenced by the rush of blood pulsating against her temples. She turned and settled herself upon the chair and waited to feel the talking hat being placed upon her head. <br><br><em>Anywhere but Slytherin...</em> 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 04:52:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Scylla<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Why not Slytherin? It is a house that produces many great wizards of remarkable talent</strong>." A voice whispered into her mind as the hat was placed upon her head. "<strong>But let me see where best you'll fit, perhaps you needn't worry at all</strong>." It said as it peered deep into her mind and began to take measure of the type of student and woman that Scylla was. "<strong>Ah a Cromwell I see, though not a proud one, well your family rarely finds is suited towards Slytherin.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>Hmm, smart....Brillant really. Great potential there is no doubt you'll grow into a talented witch. Analytical&nbsp; and introverted though possess uncanny independence......Yes I see it clearly and easily now and you'll be pleased I have no doubt.</strong>" It said with a boast of confidence inside of her mind as it looked into her mind.<br><br>"<strong>There was never any doubt this one is for <span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw</span></strong>!" it bellowed just ten seconds after being placed on her head. The Ravenclaws would erupt in cheer eagerly welcoming the young woman over to their table thrilled to have accepted another into the fold. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 04:58:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 4<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening/Sorting Ceremony<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xual, open <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Finn, Loveday, Grace, Moray, the first years, and Scylla<br><hr><br><br>There were some points in which Aaric was forced to wonder if there was such a thing as too many Balors. With the arrival of his cousins it'd bring the grand total of the family to ten with the oldest having graduated the previous year. Still there was some interest in it for him, he had heard a great deal of how his Uncle Eli handled his household and treated the half-blood. If they were raised in any manner befitting the Balor bloodline they'd end up in Slytherin. It was a simple fact of life for Balors, at least Balors that aspired to follow the tradition of excellence. Xual who was sitting at his side was a perfect reminder of what happened when a heart got filled with rebellion, and it was Aaric's opinion all three being sorted would prove to have rebellion in their hearts as well.<br><br>As it turned out he was exactly right, with all three of them going into different houses, but not one of them coming to join the rest of the family. <em>Even the Ogdens were in Slytherin</em>. "Really it's jus' further proof that Eli isn' worthy of tha' Balor name." He stated casting a sideways glance towards Xual. How could you blame the pup for developing into else if the one expected to train them lead them astray? It wasn't <em>their</em> responsibility to become Slytherins after all. Just as it hadn't been Xual's responsibility to be sorted into Ravenclaw, it was his father's. "A shame that, I bet Caitlyn and Finn would 'ave made fine additions to tha' green and silver." He said, leaving Daniel out of the equation. Of the three in Aaric's opinion was that Daniel was soft, likely unwilling or unable to be make business decisions like he believed Caitlyn and Finn would be capable of. It wasn't such a massive problem, or a token of shame. Kindness was a skill too many <em>ambitious</em> individuals forgot to make use of, and it was the first priority of his younger cousin. <br><br>He fell silent once more until Xual's musings pulled him out of the show. Turning his head back to him he'd shrug. "I hear lasses prefer a man with experience, jus' means I'll be turnin' more heads than you." He replied taking it in stride and turning it back against him. "Don' worry mate, I'll be sure to leave some fer ya." He said with a laugh, as his eyes turned towards the front of the room as Scylla was sorted into her house.<br><br>When he was asked if anyone caught his eye, Aaric turned his head to glance around the hall. "Well I find that Rosa Lamourex is awful allurin'" he said tapping his chin. "Wouldn' mind lettin' Loveday put me through m'paces....Grace always stands out with that pink in her hair, really the Gryffindors have too many to count....Though I bet Ms. Morrigan would be a grand ride." He said, turning his eyes back to Xual and giving him a smirk. "Or were you talkin' bout the first years?" He mused. There was plenty left for him to get caught up and swept away in. He had four more years to enjoy himself and there were plenty to enjoy himself with, <em>before</em> the new crops of first years arrived.<br><br>"Depends on how bold he really is I think," he said his eyes to was it Hikaru? "Looks ta me like he knows when to take a risk, don' make a scene like tha' if yer not sure of the outcome." He said before laughing. "I can only take one student at a time mate, and I don' know if yer ready ta fly without me." He said turning his eyes away from Hikaru.<br><br>"Few new first years for Slytherin eh? Just means this crop is less talented then." He stated as the ceremony continued along. There were loads of Hufflepuffs easily the most had been sorted into that house on the evening. What was the key feature of a Puff however? They were all about <em>hard work</em>. Talent wasn't the factor, though it didn't mean being sorted in the house as the absence of it. Still he had little doubt his thoughts reflected the same in the majority of his housemates.<br><br>"I think I might chase after yer sister," he said his eyes turning to the newly appointed Ravenclaw. She was extremely lovely, as beautiful as any of the other girls in the hall. Hard to believe the way she carried herself she was related to Xual who often had a grin on his face. "Must be worth a good conversation if she's more a Cromwell than you eh?" He asked nudging Xual with his elbow. What were the odds the unwanted child of the Cromwells ended up following her father's legacy better than the favorite son? Karma perhaps?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 06:23:20</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v4Ymqp7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Scylla Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain Robes; A black dress underneath, black heels<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair&nbsp; <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st | Ravenclaw<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening | Friday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Warning a couple of Snakes<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ólafur Arnalds - Near Light (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q&amp;list=PLdDnKB6XYCbjFw7cEboJZMLO7Fc33j6qQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Ravenclaw's Table | Mentioning: Aaric and Xual<br><hr><br>Tilting her head downward, flocks of short, dark brown tresses acted as a drape, and concealed the sides of her face. She remained silent and tried to empty her thoughts of anything that might be spoken against her. Her unwanted desires were shared by the hat and she cursed herself. Once the sorting finished and she was given the name of the home she hoped she get. There was inner relief. Her grandmother would be pleased. She did not know what would happen if she was in anything other than Ravenclaw. <br><br>Just as the hat was removed from her head did Hazel eyes darkened into a hostile glare (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/c4/8c/9d/c48c9d0e912e59b4495c7fd878a47648.gif), not at the table itself, but at the pair of snakes that would feel her hatred. It wasn't the man with the dark brown hair and blue eyes, but the one with the dirty blonde. She knew him by the pictures he sent to her in the mail. It was a small price to pay. Letting him know she at least opened his letters but that was all he would get.<br><br>She rose and straightened her back, moving towards the table that wasn't the furthest away. She'd settle into a vacant spot with her back turned towards the table. As she understood it, after the sorting there would be a feast then after that she'd be able to see her room where she'd be staying for the year. In the meantime, she'd pull a small book from her robe's pocket and removed the bookmark that marked where she left off. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jag</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 18:06:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Silas_Rav_2.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Silas Cork (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998460#msg13998460)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> School robes, but undone with this (https://i.imgur.com/wEHJNrl.png) under them.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Dogwood, Phoenix Feather Core, 10''<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> "This is so boring"<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Your Makeup Is Terrible, But I Love You Anyway (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oqGJ7I75aTE)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley Clark (Mellific) and Morgaine Dale (RubySlippers). MENTIONING: Scylla Cromwell (Lady Sakura) and Xual Cromwell (Lady Sakura) -OPEN-<br><hr><br>The two new Ravenclaw first years seemed to both be handling this differently. Morgaine went on about how she thought that Ravenclaws were supposed to be the best minds and the finest students before changing the subject to her fiance and something about massages. Meanwhile, his words seemed to make Finely relax a bit. <br><br>Finely's last question made him chuckle, "Fuck no. Still don't. Not really. To tell you the truth, I think the house system is total shit. We're really letting a magical hat tell us who we are?" he pointed at Morgaine, who was sitting not far from them, "She thinks we're supposed to be the best minds in Hogwarts and therefore the finest students. We're letting a hat tell us what it means to be smart? Think about it, being brave is smart. Being loyal is smart. Being cunning is smart. We're all Ravenclaws by that thought. You can do that with any house trait. I'm not going to let a hat or a house name tell me what it means to be smart."<br><br>Silas realized he was getting a little too deep into things. It went against what people knew of him and he tried to shove it back, "But, hey, maybe I'm wrong. We're supposed to be the brightest kids in school, but there always has to be an exception to the rule and that's me. Silas Cork. Idiot of the Ravenclaw nest. Someone has to make the rest of you look better," he smiled as he insulted himself, "You'll find your place and fit in no time. You look like a bright kid."<br><br>"And you," he pointed at Morgaine again, "Might want to tell that girl of yours to hold off on the massages. Some people might be expecting happy endings with those and are going to be sorely disappointed," it was easy to let the jackass back out of the bag as he talked a more.<br><br>The Sorting Hat shouted out another one for Ravenclaw and he whistled a little as she walked by. It wasn't a lewd whistle, mostly just noise to make attention, "Oh, she looks a little mean. You two," he commented towards Finely and Morgaine, "Might want to watch yourselves. She's a Cromwell. I know her brother a little," he wondered what Xual would think of his little sister being stuck in Ravenclaw tower with him. He didn't make it common knowledge that he didn't go after first years, but it was well known that Silas had slept with a good number of people at school. He tried not to get on people's bad side in a really bad way. It was one thing to have a bad breakup, but he didn't need to cross lines with anyone. Silas wasn't scared of Xual, but he wasn't looking to start any fights either. Maybe it was best to keep his distance from her for now.<br><br>Silas didn't outwardly have an issue with Xual Cromwell. Yet he knew that issues could spring up quick when it came to siblings. Broken nose once in his life for hitting on someone's sister was one time too many for Silas Cork.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 19:36:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Silas <strong>Mentioning:</strong> Morgaine | Scylla <br><hr><br>Finley hadn’t noticed that another first year had been talking to Silas until the upperclassmen looked at her, slightly further down the table from where they were seated. He could only hear about every other word from the girl, but by the sounds of it, the musings were not really intended for his ears anyway. He kept quiet for a bit, trying to keep from interrupting her partially drowned out words. <br><br>The further along the sorting hat got with its placements, the more rowdy the Great Hall was becoming. To be fair, those moments just after someone had gotten the hat placed on their head were still filled with breathless air, as they all waited to hear the verdict and each corresponding table would cheer. <br><br>When Silas responded so adamantly, Finley couldn’t help but to laugh. His expose about the insignificance of each House and its attributes was captivating, especially to someone like Finley who had been considering the importance of each House and the weight placed upon each student sorted. “Brilliant point,” he concurred, realizing that it was likely within each and every student to maintain multiple traits of differing Houses, no matter how they were sorted.<br><br>“Not to mention, when I think of words to use to best describe myself, I don’t immediately think of the word smart. Y’know? Sure, school comes easy to me most of the time. I never needed to study over the material as much as friends did. But, it seems strange to use that word to describe myself. It’s not a word I’d pick straight away.” There was more to a person than their intelligence. Just like there was more to a person than their ambition, loyalty, and bravery.<br><br>The segregation between Houses also painted a picture like those particular characteristics couldn’t overlap within the same witch or wizard. Like, one person couldn’t be both brave and loyal, or both ambitious and intelligent. Which was utter bollocks, obviously. <br><br>Silas pulled him out of those thoughts quickly enough, proclaiming himself as the biggest prat in the entire House. He laughed at the remark about how he made the rest of the House look better. “Well, thanks for that, mate.” When he went on to say he was sure Finley would find his place soon and looked bright enough, Finley added another line of gratitude, more sincerely. “Thanks.” <br><br>The conversation veered toward the girl who had been talking to, well Finley assumed she’d been talking to herself, but apparently she’d been speaking to Silas. Something about massages and happy endings, which made him snort as he tried to hold back his laughter, but failed to do so. Another shout from the hat signified there was yet another student sorted into Ravenclaw for her first year. Finley automatically clapped, then turned to smile at her as she approached the table, but her scowl was afar off - hopefully not meant for him.<br><br>Imitating a chill from the bitter, wintry cold, Finley shivered animatedly once the tall, glacial girl walked on. “Burr. Feel that chill?” He inquired of Silas, who was already warning that she looked rather mean. Finley kept his eyes on her as she sat herself down and pulled a book out, starting to read instead of bothering with food. “Or perhaps she’s just a bit pompous.” He guessed, trying to size her up. <br><br>“Then again, maybe she’s just got a case of RBF and can’t help it.” Finley smirked, before reaching out for some spoonfuls of food and decorating his plate with various items. All this talk about the rest of his Hogwarts career was making him mighty hungry. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 21:11:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Xual_Sly_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xual Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 ⅛ in| Double twist Aspen wood | Thestrial hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin | 4th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall | Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observations leading to Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Devil Wears Prada - Kansas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wb-BtTeaQg&amp;index=55&amp;list=PLx65qkgCWNJIs3FPaj8JZhduXSpQ_ZfvL)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric | Open | Mention: Silas (Jag), Loveday (Red) Scylla<br><hr><br>"Look at you man, leaving me your scraps like I'm hurting." Reaching for his water and drawing the rim to his lips for a sip. With a light sigh, yet holding his glass in his hand, he looked to Aaric. "I'm better looking though." He mused matching jab for jab. Of course, it was all in good fun. Each one of them had their own way of doing things. Xaul played things by ear, how he saw things, and based on feelings. Aaric was more cerebral easier to debate with and look at things from different angles that Xual could not. It was what made their relationship stronger; each made up for the others shortcomings. His eyes turned towards the crowd once more as Aaric gave his opinion upon the ladies. <br><br>"She'd break you." And as he continued he couldn't help but shake his head. The rest he just let wash down his back there was nothing really to say or add to it in his opinion. As the conversation shifted towards their new Slytherin mates in Hikaru, Xual had to agree. "I am also a better duelist than you." He teased. "I can handle my own just fine, doubt he'd want that face of his getting ruined, though I'm not the one who goes looking for a fight." He added taking another sip of his drink when the conversation shifted towards something different like that amount of students being filtered into different houses. Xual didn't really care but Aaric took a lot of pride in the green and silver. Then his sister was called and he listened as the hat sorted her into Ravenclaw, where the Cromwell's were suppose to be. <br><br>"Picking a fight with me, already?" He asked curiously not looking towards Aaric and taking the soft nudge of his elbow in his side. He cringed a little, leaning forward, with his elbow resting upon the table so he could nestle the side of his face in the palm of his hand. "Don't think she'd enjoy you much. You called her less talented." His tone of voice was empty as his sister looked towards their table and glared. "She won't be making many friends like that, what is she doing?" He waved at her giving a faint smile and ignoring the look on her face directed at him no doubt. His green eyes following her towards her table and the Crow - Silas that inhabited it. There was no bad blood with him and Silas of course and it wasn't like he could really tell Scylla what to do, did not really know anything about her. the only thing they shared was same blood in their father. She barely acknowledged his existence up until now. Should he be happy? With her glare? For now all he could do was watch. <br><br>If Silas looked this way, Xual would wave at him, as well. "Not sure I can stomach you giving her whatever you've contracted along the way." To Aaric with a playful smirk. "Though if you make her cry..." He trailed of not needing to say anything further. Aaric would know he was serious. He couldn't tell Aaric to stay away from her either. Not with the information he knew. The white and gold letter with the seal of Balor. It was different than any other letter because of the contents. Aaric knew what it was and never opened it. It got under Xual's skin one night and he opened it though Aaric really did not want to bother what it said at all. It was probably still hiding in a drawer somewhere in his room or used as a coaster for his drink. "She has more to prove than me, that's for sure. Moreover, I don't know anything about her. She hasn't returned a single letter since I found out about her." He said low enough for only Aaric to hear. "Though with that look she might send you back to me crying." He chuckled trying to turn the situation into something more pleasant. Xual didn't like how suffocating seriousness made everything feel. He wanted to relax and enjoy the ceremony, eat, and start the new year with some fun!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>10-04-2018, 21:29:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, Open to anyone else<br><hr><br>As Xerxes asked about Quidditch she tried very hard to contain the smile, was he a muggle-born? It wasn't unheard of but it wasn't common. Very interesting. “Never been on a broom?” She shook her head trying hard not to laugh. “Well, I think you should try, new year, new school, all that bullshit they talk about.” She picked up her water taking a sip.<br><br>He asked if she played she smiled, “I do, last year was my first full year on the team, the year before I was an alternate and someone got hurt.” She asked pushing a lock of hair from her eyes.&nbsp; It seems as if most of the team got their part by people getting hurt and dropping out, especially our team. We have a reputation for being the most...dangerous, taking the most risks and thus the most injuries.” She nodded at him, half teasing, half telling the truth.<br><br>“If you don't play Quidditch, what do you like to do? There are all sorts of clubs here at the school. I for one run most mornings. However, my activities aren't limited to the physical, I do enjoy a nice long book.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedPhoenix</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 02:45:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ea/Loveday_Huffl_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Loveday Marley<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Loose Hufflepuff Robes, wedge heels, cutoffs, and white tank top visible underneath.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>:&nbsp; Poplar with Thunderbird Feather core, 12"<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> The Sorting Hour<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Writing Loveday out<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow Black and Yellow (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EtR8GSGZjM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Nobody, mentioning Hufflepuffs<br><hr><br>Loveday continued to greet the new Hufflepuff girls, all girls of course she noticed with a feeling she couldn't identify as relief or dread, and fend off the advances of the other classes who seemed to be attracted to them like bees to the honey that Helga herself was famous for making. <br><br>She made sure all of the new girls were as included in the conversation as they wanted to be, although she didn't put any sort of filter of properness on herself and didn't seem to worry about alienating any of them through her rather crude and unapologetically rough nature. She seemed particularly happy to talk about Quidditch, why being Hufflepuff was the greatest thing about being at Hogwarts, and to specifically identify the flaws of the other houses - Ravenclaw (virginal nerds who don't know what to do with a girl, especially the girls) - Gryffindor (complete prats, all of them) and Slytherin (buncha spoiled babies crying they aren't spoiled enough). <br><br>She also quickly seemed to be taking on a bit of a sort of mix of badass big sister and den mother attitude towards all the new girls, whether they liked it or not. <br><br>Eventually the evening wound down and Loveday walked with the other upper classfolks who led the pack back to the House commons, the cozy underground common room of House Hufflepuff, where the scent of the grass at night blew in through the low windows and all sorts of earthy, comfort foods were ready and waiting for them. <br><br>Once they were back, she retired quickly to her room and didn't seem to take much interest in anyone else from there. They'd have enough to worry about with their first day of classes tomorrow, and unfortunately so did she. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>11-04-2018, 04:39:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 4<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening/Sorting Ceremony<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xual, open <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Finn, Loveday, Grace, Moray, the first years, and Scylla<br><hr><br><br>Aaric laughed grabbing some pumpkin juice and taking a drink and setting his cup down once more turning his eyes to Xual. "Gotta have somethin' to make up for havin' less money than me eh?" He asked with a sly grin taking his features. "I throw grander parties too." He added, which was&nbsp; either great bragging rights or didn't really serve as bragging rights at all depending on your perspective. The fact was there was no pure-blood family that put more into their parties and gathers than the Balors did, and it was a fact that it had been a truth for generations. Aaric suspected quite heavily that it was entirely their penchant for parties that attracted Xual to be friends with him in the first place. <br><br>Aaric shrugged and he was told he'd be broken. "Perhaps, though a little abuse can be fun." He said. Xual went on to boast that he was the better duelist between the two of them. "Of course, any tactician worth his salt, keeps a accomplished duelist fer defense." He said with a light shrug, before pausing as a slick sly grin took his features. "Not always about lookin' fer a fight, I find me self in trouble plenty, somehow fella's get the sense I'm mockin' em. Can' imagine where they get tha' from." He said with a laugh. Aaric looked at the display as more of a <em>look</em> at me moment. A good way perhaps if you thought you were especially slick to make sure everyone was aware you fancied yourself someone deserving of the spotlight. Aaric viewed it as more of a Gryffindor move though, didn't know who you'd rub wrong on your first night with such antics. Did Hikaru know for sure if there was hazing? Aaric's bet was he never considered the prospect. <br><br>"See there it is again mate, so quick on the defensive, do I really come off as such a predator?" Aaric asked raising an eyebrow, his voice cool and amused. Not backing down or away from what he had said, even to Xual. "I didn' single her out I said the crop." He corrected. "Doesn't mean there aren' a couple standouts, she is a Cromwell after all eh?" he asked, as his eyes followed her. That glare she gave was incredibly alluring to him, he was aware there was malice behind it, but it wasn't directed at him, and even if it was what might break that malice? <br><br>"Lettin' ya know how she feels mate." Aaric replied turning his eyes from her to Xual. "Doesn' appear she is concerned with makin' friends, might need someone ta take the first step." He suggested with a raised eyebrow. First impressions were always tricky because many didn't put their best foot forward in spite of intentions. Nerves or expectations always got in the way, but the glare was very clearly a <em>stay away</em> glare and the fact she gave suggested to Aaric that anyone else who might approach her would get something similar. Then again there was something else, her posture was perfect, chin up, she carried herself with grace she was a noble woman. Quite a curious young woman, he was more than a little interested to discover just how little she'd like him. <br><br>"I don' approach every lass the same way," he replied with a light shrug. "Perhaps I'll see if there is somethin' more attractive than tha' glare of hers." He added, showing tell tale signs of his curiosity. There were two phases to Aaric, the immediate payoff and then the long phase. Aaric enjoyed intellect, enjoyed challenges, enjoyed taking his time to really get to know someone. "Don' look like much the cryin' type, though i expect she has a hot temper." He said, acknowledging that he had no intention of <em>hurting Xual's sister</em>, while at the same time also not backing away from the interest. <br><br>"Wonder if she fancies chess, I'm bored of beatin' you?" He asked turning his eyes towards Xual. "If she's out ta prove herself, I expect we'll see a little Cromwell Balor rivalry, she's not the only unloved pup of a pure-blood out ta prove her father wrong." He said letting his eyes turn to the Gryffindor table. Odd how similar the situations were, though in Aaric's case the entire family was disgusted with Eli, it seemed only Xual cared in his own. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 21:01:07</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/v4Ymqp7.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Scylla Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain Robes; A black dress underneath, black heels<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 9 ¾ | Pine | Rougarou Hair&nbsp; <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st | Ravenclaw<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening | Friday<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall <br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Musings and reading<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Ólafur Arnalds - Near Light (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UHVh_L_kv1Q&amp;list=PLdDnKB6XYCbjFw7cEboJZMLO7Fc33j6qQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><hr><br>As the sorting continued on, Scylla was already five pages into her book, before she decided she should eat something. Emerald eyes glanced over from the pages of her little black book towards the assortment of foods that were magically served for them. She settled on a goblet filled with water and pondered over the various assortments of edibles. Her eyes looked at roll of bread and was temped to simply have that to munch on but she remembered her grandmothers warnings. <em>Carbs made you gain weight and being plump was not attractive to the males that you'll want to attract. </em><br><br>As if she wanted that kind of attention? Even though it was good for her to understand that pure-bloods were partners in a lot of arranged marriages. If she was unattractive to them maybe they'd call it off and she'd be free of that curse. She gently plucked the roll from it's placement&nbsp; and placed it upon her plate. Then added a little protein and a random vegetable that was closest. She gathered enough nourishment to make it so she didn't pass out later; but that was it. Before bed, she'd honor herself with a little desert she brought and some nice calming tea. That idea appealed to her more than anything else in the moment as she broke off a piece of bread and placed it into her mouth before returning to her book once more. Allowing the rest of the chatter to become white noise.&nbsp; Content with being in her <em>own </em>little world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Sakura</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 21:19:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d7/Xual_Sly_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xual Cromwell<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-Blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10 ⅛ in| Double twist Aspen wood | Thestrial hair<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin | 4th year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st, 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts | Great Hall | Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observations leading to Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> The Devil Wears Prada - Kansas (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Wb-BtTeaQg&amp;index=55&amp;list=PLx65qkgCWNJIs3FPaj8JZhduXSpQ_ZfvL)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Aaric | Open <br><hr><br>A grin lingered as Aaric matched him blow for blow. "I could just start charging you a commission fee for the ladies I invite to these grand parties." He teased reaching for his own drink and drawing he rim against his thick lips. He took a longer sip then normal allowing the juice he selected to coat his throat and quench his thirst. He placed the cup down with a satisfying sigh as if it had been too long since his last drink. "Though nothing beats a good bottle of ol whiskey and sitting down by the docks." He mused. <br><br>Shaking his head as once again Aaric was taking his jabs in stride; was this guy wearing jelly? "Perhaps, I should charge you to continue to protect you too?" Turning his head and giving his separate brother a look. "Laying my life down for my bro ain't cheap. Though it's probably that smirk of yours. I'm sure it's irritating to quite a few. " He said as he reached over help himself to some potatoes. <br><br>"I assume the crop means would be part of that too, no? Or are there certain looks that are an expectation?" He questioned as his eyes lingered on his sister as they spoke about her once more. If he was frowning you wouldn't be able to tell as he kept his expression neutral but it did suck though. He wasn't worried about her not holding her own but that chilling atmosphere around her was going to get her no where. He wanted to tell her that and maybe he should; but he held off for now. He glanced at Aaric as he spoke and found himself having to agree with the observation. "Do you think you understand what she needs?" He asked him curiously shaking his head and knew how Aaric moved when it came to different people. The one thing that was true was that Aaric always made his intentions clear. <br><br>Aaric was being mindful but at the same time not backing down which was kind of expected of him at this point. Once he set his mind to something there was no changing it. "Maybe she'll send you back to me, crying" He joked shifting his leg in his chair to get more comfortable. "You're bored of beating me? I'm bored of losing to you constantly." He huffed stealing one of Aaric's fries and eating it. "Though I guess we'll both find out one way or another what kind of person my little sister is, huh? You should help me get on her good side." He asked moving to steal another fry from his friend's plate. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>13-04-2018, 22:26:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Slytherins<br><hr><br>Xerxes’ mind raced as it continued to consider Moray’s suggestions. Trying out for Quidditch might be interesting. It helped that Moray was quite friendly and played the game herself. He was about to say something until Moray offered that the Slytherin were riskiest and oft injurious. <br><br>“Other things?” Xerxes thought. “I…I hadn’t really thought about it I guess.” He liked to do a lot of different activities, but wasn’t sure if any were actual clubs. “I’d like to see the Hog…Hogwarts library. I heard it’s massive.” Xerxes lit up with the thought. He momentarily cursed his slight stutter. He wasn't nervous or unsure of himself.&nbsp; The stutter happened as his mind moved too fast for his mouth to process. At times Xerxes looked at the world through an almost child-like wonder and wanted to ask all the questions he could. He quickly learned that could be annoying and tempered it as much as possible. <br><br>Xerxes realized that library visiting wasn’t the most adventurous activity.<br><br>Xerxes added, “I…I live on the coast and love swimming. Maybe there’s a club for that? What…what about you Moray? What kinds of things do you like?” He was genuinely interested. Moray was literally one of the first people with whom Xerxes had interacted. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 09:00:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.withanaccent.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Supernatural-S04-Ep18-Katherine-Boecher-as-Lilith.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Morgaine Dale<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Uniform, Engagement Ring<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggleborn<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Elm with a Unicorn Hair Core, 11.5 Inches Long, Giving and Curved Base<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Sept. 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong>&nbsp; Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Main Hall, Great Feast<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Party<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zZ1WyBGG_Vw)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Musing to Silas Cork, Open<br><hr><br>"She is all professional and only <em>I</em> get happy endings since I'm her fiancé. She will likely use a massage chair she can do backs, shoulders and such and feet and ankles without the client needing to remove clothes or not much in the way of clothing, until she can find a place to use her table and aromatherapy options and offer body wraps. I'd like people here to consider taking advantage of her services especially if one is stressed out or in need of muscles to be worked out. <br><br>As for me I'm the magical education junky, seriously I'm not sure what magical career I want but have some ideas but it depends on what I'm good at. So what clubs are there I fancy studying dueling and honing charm magic since its so flexible. Elenore is also looking for players to play role-playing games she has one right now, me, if anyone is interested she wants to GM Shadowrun its a game set in the future where magic and technology is around and many species it might be an interest thing to do. I mean learn about how Muggles see magic in games and use advanced technology with magic. Or just play a Muggle human with a big gun and bad attitude augmented by internal machines. And we can eat junk food, drink butter beer and spend time just relaxing. No experience is needed.," Morgaine says rather excited about things that interest her and she so wants to play Shadowrun she enjoys the game a lot maybe they could even LARP it in the school a bit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>15-04-2018, 21:28:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/76/AaricSlyth1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Aaric Balor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13998428#msg13998428)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin Student Uniform<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 10&nbsp; 1/4 Inches | Ebony Wood |Thestral Tail Hair| Quite Flexible<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin/ Year 4<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, Setember 1st 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening/Sorting Ceremony<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Slytherin Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversation<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Just a General Vibe for Aaric (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSAjNWypykQ)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xual, open <strong>Mentioning</strong>: Xerxes and Moray<br><hr><br><br>Aaric at times wondered if perhaps he should be a bit more careful with his own jabs in regards to Xual. In regards to most everyone really. Aaric rarely was flustered himself, and when he was, it was less often that anyone got to see it. He was very patient after all, and had a good memory. His disconnected disposition had a habit of rubbing the world around him wrong. If perhaps he was more open with his expressions or responded in a more <em>natural</em> manner he expected he might be more popular than he was. Still as Xual responded with another quick quip. To Xual's credit he wasn't often flustered, and had a very thick skin himself. Talking about his sister was in fact the most serious Aaric had seen him in quite some time.<br><br>"A couple o'lasses might make sittin' by the dock jus' a touch better." Aaric replied with a chuckle. Aaric did enjoy moments like that, any situations in which he had a setting he could observe from a far. Life was a grand play, and scenery and the settings in which they interacted with one another was a work of art for him to enjoy. <br><br>"If ya wanna start chargin' than I might just 'ave ta return the favor for transfig lessons." Aaric replied with a smirk. Xual was a much better duelist then he was, and had a knack for defense against the dark arts. Aaric however was very talented at transfiguration, and had a long family history with magical creatures. The two often acted as good foils to one another and it served them well. <br><br>"Bein' apart of a crop, and bein' the same aren' the same thing." He said responding to the idea that saying a crop of students was potentially less talented meant it was true of all of them. "Some grow ripe and perfect in spite of the rest bein' flawed. But you don' judge a crop a success from one ripe potato, and you don' judge a class o'students talented for one smart lass." He said. Of course Aaric's entire basement for the statement was the lack of slytherin students sorted that year, so it wasn't as if it was based in any grand standing logic in the first place.<br><br>His eyes turned to Xerxes and Moray talking a little further down the table, as Xual gazed off towards the Ravenclaw table and his sister. The new first year (xerxes) looked a little shy and unsure of himself, but he was right in Moray's web. It'd likely be memorable for the first year, and Aaric made note to see if the two started to gravitate towards one another now that they were making acquaintances. More than that, Aaric was curious how long it'd take until the new first year was less so. Slythern was all about connections, and in Aaric's opinion great at helping the younger students find some confidence. <br><br>His attention pulled back to Xual as he spoke of his sister. It was a large question to ask as Aaric had only gazed at her a short time and hadn't really begun any process to understand her. "Well, if she is always actin' like that, she probably needs someone with patience, a good sense of humor, and stubbornness ta not give her what she wants." He replied with a light shrug. Aaric did spend a lot of time analyizing individuals and their behaviors, it was a favorite pass time after all. "Mind that is a pretty broad assumption based on about twenty seconds and a glare." He added. "I won' really have an idea of what she might need, or how ta get closer to her til I talk with her, and judgin' from that glare she'll remember me bein' with you, and the process'll be harder." He mused. It must be hard to have a git for a father, no doubt it'd make everything harder for Xual.<br><br>"We really need to find a competition we 'ave a bit more equal ground." Aaric summarized on the topic of chess. They were each other's foil which typically met if one of them was great at something, the other was weaker at it. "I suspect I'll have m'hands full tryin' ta get on her good side m'self, but if I get anywhere I'll give throw in a good word for ya." He added with a light nod, while reaching to grab and steal one of Xual's rolls in retaliation for his lost fry.<br><br>"Tell me, do ya think Slytherin will take the quidditch cup this year?" He asked, shifting the conversation away towards another topic and making some small talk. Xual always expected they'd win, though it didn't always go that way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>18-04-2018, 03:33:03</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes, looking over at Aaric, Open to anyone else<br><hr><br>Moray grinned at Xerxes as she kept eye contact with him. “Yes, other things, duelling, chess...other things.” She offered with a shrug. “I rather like Astronomy.” She nodded. “Being quiet in the tower just staring at the sky, is there anything better? Well...you wouldn't know but there isn't anything better.” <br><br>She was sure she had lost him when he spoke about the library. “Oooh, I like the library, there are a few books in the restricted section that I want to get my hands on.” She nods, “I just have to wonder what I have to do to get a sneak peak at a certain book.” She sighed looking down the table wondering if she could 'persuade' someone to do her bidding.” She noticed Aaric looking down at her, she turned her head making sure he knew she was looking squarely at him before giving him a smile and a wink before turning back to Xerxes, “Oh yer that'll work.” She laughed softly.<br><br>“Where do you live?” She asked, “I don't think there is a swimming club as such but you could make one.” She suggested, “I mean I started a running club, I know it's just me but hey someone else might want to run.” She shrugged slightly.<br><br>“What do I like? Studying, the stars, studying the stars.” She laughed, “Um...candy and ice cream. That's my true weakness, how about you any weaknesses?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>19-04-2018, 03:04:41</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall -&gt; Sorting<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to get some color tied to this drab ensemble! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Rather Be (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWPa-HMpj8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat | Preston (kinda)<br><hr><br>By the time the first years all got situated inside the Great Hall and filed into some semblance of order for the sorting ceremony, Cecilia was whipping her head back and forth for any sign of Preston. Finally, some several clumps of people behind her, she spotted his bedhead. Her eyes went wide with a look of consternation as she focused on him with laser precision, telepathically willing him to look directly at her. <br><br>When he did, she set out to move backward in line, but a professor quickly righted her with a nudge upon her shoulder. Cecilia gave the woman a look, checking her sleeve for dust with ruffled brows. Never mind that, there were other matters to handle. She flipped her hair and cast her glare at Preston once again, mouthing her words to him so that even from the distance, he'd be able to read her lips: "WHERE. HAVE. YOU. BEEN?!" <br><br>A moment later, her name was called out in a bellowing voice which came from none other than the hat itself. Cecilia huffed at the awful timing of it all, promising mentally that she'd lecture Preston later. If he thought he could hide from her, well, he couldn't. With a measured gait, she walked to the stool, running her fingers down her skirt as she sat herself down, making sure to smooth out any wrinkles as she waited for the hat to sort her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 03:09:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual Blue Suit in the pic, robes on top<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Glares and Sortings<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat, Cecilia<br><hr>The boat ride from where the train had deposited them to the Castle had been utterly amazing, and coupling that with the walks through the storied Halls that he had heard so much of, meant that all of Preston’s attention was well rooted in the present, and not apparently, on his future.&nbsp; Chuckling and elbowing the first year he had met on the train, Preston had the strangest sensation, and looked up just in time to see his intended glaring at him and starting his way.<br><br>Blinking in surprise as a Professor aborted her approach, Preston somehow got the impression as Cece mouthed those words silently yet somehow harshly at him, that he had gotten himself in trouble.&nbsp; Well, his father HAD warned him that this type thing would happen, but surely he had not meant this soon.&nbsp; Taking the elder Preston’s advice, he simply smiled brightly at his intended, his eyes not shifting as he turned around to be sorted.&nbsp; <br><br>Watching as she made her way to the stool and sat down, Preston was again struck by her poise and grace, especially in a skirt like that, and in those heels. His parents could have REALLY done much worse.&nbsp; Tapping his foot, Preston could barely wait until it was his turn.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>20-04-2018, 15:35:51</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0e/FinleyRav1.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> This outfit (http://pm1.narvii.com/6161/079626acd31e9016ffda804b0750990846b230c5_00.jpg) plus Nike's (http://www.airmaxy.pl/wp-content/uploads/nike-sb-stefan-janoski-max-mid-leather-dark-obsidianmetallic-silver-1.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Hogwarts; Great Hall; Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Getting sorted<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Make Yourself - Incubus (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sTfkd7dHVSM)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open | Preston<br><hr><br>After a bit of eating and chin wagging, Finley looked round at the others still waiting to be sorted, searching for a sign of Preston. Thankfully, he wasn't easy to miss. "Oy! PresTONE!" Finley called out, against his better judgment, with his hands cupped around either side of his mouth to amplify his voice.<br><br>A few of the professors shot him disapproving looks, but Finley was too busy waving like a mad man at his friend who was soon to be sorted. He hoped that his friend would get chosen for Ravenclaw, but then again, he had his doubts. Not that Preston wouldn't cut it in Ravenclaw, but the whole system was so convoluted. <br><br>Eventually, he had his fill, but then dessert started to appear. He let out a groan. At the end of the evening, he was stuffed so full it was a struggle to stand. Teetering on his feet, he let out a sigh, then followed his housemates up to Ravenclaw tower. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>22-04-2018, 01:19:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident.<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Occupants of Slytherin table, open. Mentioning: Zacharias Warde and Rosalyn Lamoureux<br><hr><br><br>Hikaru made his way back over to Slytherin table, he immediately noticed new faces he'd not yet seen or met “Hello there, gentlemen... pleasure to meet you”<br><br>He threw a brief flirty smile in Moray's direction before he sat down, glancing then over at the Gryffindor table “That chap over there doesn't look much pleased, his girlfriend sure is pretty though. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess he didn't get the house he was hoping for... otherwise, how could you be miserable with a sexy little thing like that pressed against you? I sure as hell wouldn't be. Legs like those, I could forgive her for being Gryffindor.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>22-04-2018, 01:56:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Ceceila<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Time for another Price to enter our halls is it</strong>?" The voice of the hat spoke softly into her mind. "<strong>But just where is it I should put you, not as many of your family here as in the past.</strong>" It stated peering into her mind and measuring her talents and skills to find just where the best house for her might be. It after all was never the blood that was the most important, but the student itself that determined where they ended up.<br><br>"<strong>I see diligence and a dependability. Maybe a touch too trusting</strong>" It said as it gazed into her mind. Focusing in on her skills and habits. "<strong>Gryffindor could be good for you, those brave folks would no doubt help you find world experience and break you free from your sheltered life. I think they might just be a perfect fit for you......And yet, hmmm Hufflepuff might just covet you themselves. Fairness, generosity.....Yes, I see it now</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>Can only be....<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. It was clear by this point that the Hufflepuff house had the majority of the new crop of first years heading towards it, but even so late into the ceremony they could only cheer happily on for their new member. Welcoming her warmly to the table, as others cast taunts and tongues out at the other houses that had been snubbed of yet another promising student. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>22-04-2018, 04:10:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/72/Shena_Rav_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Shenandoah 'Shena' Trahlyta<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Ravenclaw robes with these <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">stockings and garter belt</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.jadeals.com/wp-content/uploads/41Xlkx79xL._UX342_.jpg)</div></div> and these <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">shoes</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://www.dhresource.com/0x0/f2/albu/g3/M01/41/A3/rBVaHFSrv8WAPDQQAAKgxDDUJx4260.jpg)</div></div> with these pieces of <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">jewelry</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://www.michaelsdiamondclub.com/wp-content/blogs.dir/629/files/necklaces/necklaces-15.JPG)</div></div>. Shena is wearing this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">lipstick</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/91/9c/19/919c1919f71bda69aaca62ede340dac9--summer-lipstick-kiss-makeup.jpg)</div></div> and this <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">eye shadow look</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://thegoddess.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/Half-Cutcrease-Tut.jpg)</div></div><br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Beech/Unicorn hair/11 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, 2nd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Time of the Sorting and Great Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Observing and musing<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> N/A for the moment<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open. Noticing: Aaria, Xual, Hikaru, Rosalyn, Zacharias, Nathianiel and Xerxes.<br><hr><br>Shena had been nose deep into a new book on theories about astrology and how the signs effects the individuals born under them, when she finally looked up, her milk chocolate eyes gazing down the length of the Ravenclaw table... she blushed a little bit when she realized how absent she'd been up till this point... the book had just been so fascinating and gave her so many new ideas and thoughts...<br><br>Closing her book and setting it down on the seat besides her, Shena proceed to glance around the Great Hall, there were many new and interesting faces this year... she recognized a few she could go without, namely a particular Warde son that was far more of a jerk asshole than was healthy for any one person to be. She did see Rosalyn Lamoureux though, very nice girl if she were to go by the times she'd had the opportunity to speak to her the flame haired French countess. Who was the guy with her though?<br><br>Moving her attention onward then, the Asian guy over at the Slytherin table was new though and one hell of a looker too, but pretty faces like that often came with many layers, some of which might be not what you thought you were getting into... best to employ caution with beautiful dudes like him.<br>Speaking of hot sexy Slytherins, there would quite a few faces as the Slytherin table that merited a second look... not that she was exactly an eager beaver to go and latch onto a Slytherin, she knew enough about their reputation to avoid being too hasty when getting involved with them in any way whatsoever... but still...<br><br>Aaric Balor was looking as fine as ever and the guy he was talking to, he was quite the dashing cutie pie himself... was it obvious she'd been months without a serious boyfriend? She needed to get that nonsense under control if she was seriously catching herself admiring Slytherins.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>HockeyGod</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 03:05:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b4/Xerxes_Sly_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Xerxes Taylor (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999400#msg13999400)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Plain robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Muggle born<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Walnut with Veela hair core, 10 inches, pliable<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st year<br><strong>Date</strong>: September 1st<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Conversational<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray &amp; Slytherins<br><hr><br>Xerxes listened as Moray outlined her interests. She helped open his eyes to more possibilities that Hogwarts had to offer. Being from a small, rural, coastal community, Xerxes didn’t have as many opportunities. Even though very much hidden in the rural countryside, Hogwarts and nearby community functioned more like a large city.<br><br>“Astronomy…” Moray described astronomy as both a science and almost magical. “S…sounds amazing.” <br><br>“I live in Bowness-on-Solway. It…it’s a small town on the edge of the Irish Sea at one end of Ha…Hadrian’s Wall.” Xerxes was proud of his small town. It wasn’t much, but the tides were a feat to experience – rolling in and out each day and night.<br><br>“Weaknesses?” Xerxes had to think. “I…I’m not sure. I would say maybe wanting to learn everything I can.” It was a pathetic answer, but Xerxes couldn’t think of much else. “Maybe water too…”<br><br>“What are the rooms like in Slytherin?” Xerxes asked. “I’ve only read about them.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>23-04-2018, 03:32:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/0UeudkA.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Moray Morrigan (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg13999176#msg13999176)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Slytherin robes, black high waisted shorts, white shirt, tie and flat black ballet shoes.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood,<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 15 inch Beech, Kelpie hair core, rigid. There is a slight twist to the wand and one single groove curved along the wand. <br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 3rd year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, September 1st ,2017,<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best house, best table.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Nice friendly chitchat<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Xerxes for the most part, address Hikaru<br><hr><br>Moray nodded as he asked about Astronomy, “It is amazing, actually, I have to wonder if there would ever be a witch or wizard in space, but somehow I doubt it.” She sighed, “We're too content with hiding in the shadows and acting like we don't exist.” She pursed her lips. “For all the power we have, we will never have control.” She shook her head, obviously, there was something there that irritated her, but she didn't want to say much more on the guys first day.<br><br>“Bowness-on-Solway? Interesting a few miles north and you'd be a fellow Scott.” She smiled, “Not that you can tell from my accent, the privilege of my grandparents not wanting me to mix with the local children. I'm from Elgin in the north of Scotland, I have my suspicions that my families home is a few miles away from Hogwarts, but I can never seem to get my way here by foot.” She grinned, the previous talk had all but disappeared.<br><br>He gave his weakness she smiled, “Well, I am sorry truly, the common room is under the lake, there are a few high windows that look out under the water.” She grinned, “It does feel like living in a fishbowl sometimes, those mere people can be annoying little voyeurs at times.” She smiled as she picked her at her plate not really eating.<br><br>“I never understand how people are cold in the common rooms, I'm always freaking hot, but it could be the Scottish blood, I'm used to the cold.” She stretched slightly, noticing that Hikaru came back to the table.<br><br>“Did you enjoy your time at table Bumblebee?” She smirked batting her eyes at Hikaru, “From experience, Hufflepuffs are too nice for most Slytherins, if you really do bleed green you need might want someone with more...bite than those girls.” She grinned as she took a bite of her plate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>02-05-2018, 16:58:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall -&gt; Hufflepuff table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to get some color tied to this drab ensemble! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Rather Be (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWPa-HMpj8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat | Preston (kinda)<br><hr><br>Nearly the entire time she was sat at the stool and waiting to be sorted, Cece had directed her impassioned glare at Preston, who was still waiting in line for his turn to be sorted. She connected eyes with him, her gaze narrowing, almost looking as if she had been trying to telepathically communicate with him.<br><br>That wasn’t too far from the truth. In her mind, she spoke to Preston.<em> ‘You’d better get sorted into the same House as me, or I swear…’ </em><br><br>When her head shook, it was clear that her internal thought had stopped at just the right moment. The sorting hat atop her head - definitely not a fashionable look for this century - was muttering inside her head, interrupting the internal scolding of her betrothed. <br><br>Cecilia finally shut her eyes and focused on the words the hat had shared. It seemed to debate between Gryffindor and another for a moment, though her inner workings cringed at the idea of being associated with the lion mascot. Besides, ‘brave’ was not a word she’d ever use to describe herself. <br><br>Finally, it decided on Hufflepuff and Cece’s arms raised above her head, nearly smacking the Professor in the head. After the hat was removed, Cecilia slipped off of the stool, adjusting her skirt with a few swipes of her hands. Once that was done, she waved like royalty to those who were staring at her and applauding. Taking a curtsey in a way that was hardly humble and entirely vain, she was finally prodded off the dias by the Professor. <br><br>“Alright, alright!” She snapped, glaring at the Professor - there were clearly plenty of glares to go around - before heading off to her proper table and joining her fellow Puffs.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>04-05-2018, 03:18:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual Blue Suit in the pic, robes on top<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Glares and Sortings<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat, Cecilia<br><hr>Standing amidst the few remaining students to be Sorted, Preston could not help but wonder if perhaps he was in for being glared at by Cecilia for the rest of his life.&nbsp; This was not to say that there were not a lot of worse fates of course.&nbsp; Her eyes were large and luminous, and while they did seem to be made for narrowing lately, Preston didn't mind overly much.&nbsp; For one, one their few actually dates, or courtings or whatever, she had been rather pleasant and seemingly effected by his charms, so he could take a LOT of glaring for that alone.&nbsp; Secondly, the pool of eligible Pureblooded ladies looking to join with his family was not exactly deep, and lots of fish that in shallow waters were very......unappetizing.&nbsp; No, things could have been MUCH worse.&nbsp; And there was potential for things to get lots better!&nbsp; Not much more one could ask for, really.<br><br>As the hat proclaimed Cece a Puff, Preston could not suddenly help but worry about his own Fate.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, Finley had been sorted already into Ravenclaw, and while that was a surprise to Preston (and probably Finely), he knew that if his friend was on the edge of being Sorted there, Preston himself was miles away.&nbsp; &nbsp;He supposed Gryffindor was a possibility, Hell, Slytherin was a possibility!&nbsp; Luckily, it was only a few seconds after his betrothed was 'escorted' from the stool than it was Preston's name being called.&nbsp; It was almost like they were keeping them close, as if they KNEW.&nbsp; Which, of course, they probably did.&nbsp; Winking broadly at Cece as she settled into the Puff table and he took his seat, he could not help but wonder if he was about to serve her a LOT more reasons to glare.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LamentingQuill</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 02:39:06</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f1/HikaruSly2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Hikaru Matsukoto<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> House neutral starter robes and accessories.<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: 11 Inch/Dogwood/Erkling dart<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: 1st, Slytherin<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; September 1st ,2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening, Grand Feast<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall.<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Feeling confident and flirty<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Immortals- Fallout Boy Cover by Caleb Hyles (song ends at 3:32, the rest is Caleb chattering) (http://link)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Moray, open<br><hr><br>Hikaru smirked at Moray, he hadn't missed her batting her eyelashes at him like that... a soft sensual chuckle escaped him and he leaned forward towards Moray, his perfect lips forming a smile that was downright seductive... alluring to the max... his voice as it came out was just the right amount of low and husky that girls really seemed to enjoy “And dear Moray... are you implying you would be the right girl to give that to me?”<br><br>He reached forward and ever so gently just barely grazed the underside of her chin with a single finger... he was so close, he'd probably kiss her if he leaned in just another inch or two more...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 02:46:34</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://78.media.tumblr.com/19501a83b2eed8ccc5eb55aa4564c7c6/tumblr_mjtjhxCuR51s7gq7fo1_250.gif)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Lyre Savage<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Maple, Dragon Heartstring, 13 in, Unbending, literally glowing<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Slytherin 3rd Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Best House, best table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting, Eating, Eavesdropping<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Savage slither (https://youtu.be/oOwU-nTokFU)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Professors Karkus, Creevy. Headmaster Amell. Slytherins; Balor, Cromwell, Morrigan, Matsukoto, Taylor. Gryffindor; Balor. Ravenclaw; Cromwell. Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw; general tables.</em> <br><hr><br>As soon as Lyre Savage claimed a seat at the Slytherin table, his eyes feasted on the people in the Great Hall. First, the staff. Professor Karkus. Likable but equally disappointing for not giving Lyre an Outstanding mark in Potions. He shall pester him later for extra credit. There is a new professor, most likely replacing the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who's nowhere to be seen. Lyre's icy blue eyes sized him up. Headmaster Amell. Snort. He avoided any thought about that man, not out of fear but out of certainty that he was a mind-reader, and that was entirely all he dared to think about him at the present.<br><br>When Finn the first of the Balors to not go to Slytherin instead was announced Gryffindor, Lyre raised an eyebrow smoothly and peered unblinking at Aaric who seemed only slightly disappointed but more interested in scouting out the girls with Xual, especially his freshly made Ravenclaw sister. Interesting. The sight of Slytherin-crowned Hikaru Matsukoto flirting with his friend Moray Morrigan and her bag of Maltesers before leaving to a Hufflepuff girl, told Lyre enough. Already eager and on the prowl, but would he ever get his girl? Xerxes Taylor, looking innocent, withdrawn, but wised up, like he's sat at a table with feasting carnivores, was so very delicious-looking. Hard-shelled, though. Moray was working him over, and she was succeeding, he had to give her that. <br><br>Her cold, light-hearted charm had always an exceptional touch, knowing her since they started their same year. Always a pleasure to watch, she brought a dinner and a show. She made many long nights and Quidditch matches entertaining, they were quite a team. Still though, his blipping heart turned to ice just thinking about how she bested him at History of Magic and Astronomy. Grr. Lyre respected and feared Moray more than anybody for that. He would not cross her. He was quite amused to overhear their weaknesses. Ice cream for Moray, not so surprising, as she was known as the girl who ate all the ice cream. Was she honest? Perhaps not. <br><br>Just like that, Hikaru was back, tickling under her chin. Snort. <br><br>Xerxes on the other hand gave away quite useful information. He can be seduced with a book, and a little water. <br>Mmm, Lyre tilted his head curiously, but there was more to the boy if he was placed in Slytherin. <br><br>The Sorting Hat after all was never wrong. Lyre Savage flashbacked two years to the day he was Sorted. The bent hat lingered overhead, barely touching, before it bellowed who he really was to the bone. A Savage. A grim smile locked on Lyre's face as he grabbed the nearby darkest apple and chomped. Juicy.<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 03:14:53</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(https://marriedwiki.com/uploads/bio/douglas-booth.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Unrevealed<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, the Sorting Hat<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting<br><strong>THEME:</strong> Reed wander (https://youtu.be/jlnm2MDAphk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Headmaster Amell, the four House tables</em> <br><hr><br>From King's Cross Station, Platform 9 3/4, to Hogwarts, the express train ride was quiet. Orion Reed found himself lonely but at great peace in an empty compartment, looking out the large glass window. Then, the lake sail, which he was enamored with, ignited with the glittering reflection of the castle glows and constellations above. Everything that muggy Muggle London and his mother Griselda was not. This was the way to learning more about his father Ophiuchus, the key to unlocking his other half which felt closed off for his entire past. Tonight was going to change everything. <br><br>Time felt slow, like molasses in winter, with each passing and thudding step. Down the Great Hall, where candles floated like foxfire, where tables held many students and bountiful cornucopias and goblets, where Headmaster Amell and the Sorting Hat sat opposite them all. Orion realized he wore a face of indifference, so he politely smiled to who looked his way and kept eye contact short. It had already begun to feel a much larger home. And these people would be his extended family.<br><br>When his name was called, Orion approached the stool. He sat before the four House tables, unsure which one was his. He closed his hazel eyes and inhaled serenely. His mind drew a blank, waiting for the hat to bellow out loud his fate. His heart pounded with agony. <em>I need to know now, please tell me who I am...</em><br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 07:30:42</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Preston<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>Still haven't come up with a better name then Preston I see</strong>?" The voice of the hat sounded in his mind already getting a feel for Preston as rest on top his head. "<strong>I suppose if it isn't broken you aren't likely to want to fix it, though the question is whether or not you'll follow the previous two into the same house.</strong>" Twice before him a Preston Chadwhick had sat in his very spot, on that very chair, with that same hat on their heads. And just as it had before it began too look into his skills and figure which house best worked for him.<br><br>"<strong>Rather polite, gifted with crowds and handling hot heads. Hmm, calm if lacking in passion. Well rounded, I can't help but wonder how you'd hold up in a crisis though</strong>" It said with great interest as it sifted through Preston's finer qualities. "<strong>You have the connections that makes Slytherin excited, but no....Not Gryffindor Either......I know the perfect place to send you</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>This one will be right at home with...<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Hufflepuff</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. Clearly there was no slowing down Hufflepuff's momentum as they welcomed another into their ranks. The dejected looks of the other houses as puffs's ranks swelled greater still were palpable. However all that lied ahead of Preston was happy smiles eager to give him a seat. A call for extra chairs mocking the other houses could be heard as the table erupted in laughter. Allowing Preston to take whatever seat he wished.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 07:51:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Orion<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>I can't tell you who you are, that is a journey you'll walk.</strong>?" A voice whispered into Orion's mind once the hat had rested on his head. Answering his thoughts as he gazed into his mind. "<strong>However once you find your house you will be put on a path to realizing your potential, and that no doubt will provide you some answers.</strong>" It said. All it could do was sort him, for it was a sorting hat.<br><br>"<strong>Very brilliant, very talented, which is good because you face great obstacles if you intend to finish your journey at Hogwarts with a graduation.</strong>" It said with great interest as it sifted through Preston's finer qualities. "<strong>You have your own quirk but are hardly the strangest individual to who's head I have sat on. It takes a great deal of courage to blaze forward as you have.....Gryffindor might just be the house to see you rise to glory and yet.......Your mind would be better served by another I think. A house that embraces it's uniqueness qualities and all those that share their colors.</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>Let his journey begin in...<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Ravenclaw</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. The ravenclaw table reacted instantly cheering and clapping in celebration at their newest addition. It was clear at a glance that their house couldn't be happier to welcome Orion among the rest of them. It seemed even Gryffindor and Slytherin were relieved not to hear Hufflepuff bellowed out into the hall again. Still it was the Ravenclaw house that truly had cause to celebrate and once he moved towards their table they would eagerly clear a spot for him so he could sit down among his peers. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 09:04:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e9/Orion_Rav_1.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand:</strong> Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year:</strong> Ravenclaw 1st Year<br><strong>Date:</strong> Friday, September 1st, 2017 <br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall, Ravenclaw Table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Sorting, Dinner<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> <em>Finley Clark, Silas Cork, Scylla Cromwell, Shena Trahlyta, Vale Sokolov, Morgaine Dale </em> <br><hr><br>The thunder from Ravenclaw table all the more motivated him to hop off the stool, silently thanking the Sorting Hat, and walked towards his new dorm mates. His ears rang sweetly. He could hear many shout and bark and comment and utter and remark and inquire ... all the while, he just smiled coyly without showing teeth. His face and ears reddened. Oh, how he wished he could enunciate something back. Just a simple thanks, or a hello, anything that returned a proper verbal greeting. A stammer, a stutter, <em>SOMETHING</em> instead of most final silence. He looked at the girls, then at the boys, especially Finley Clark and Silas Cork together, but then back to the girls shyly. One of them had confronted him directly, staring at him impatient with his lack of interaction. His mouth tightened; he was going to point at his crushed throat until Headmaster Amell gave his speech that warmly welcomed and gravely warned the first years.<br><br>With that said, the feast began. He shoved some food in his mouth and chewed. <br><br>His hazel eyes darted, gravitating towards Finley Clark and Silas Cork. Were they ... close?<br><br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>05-05-2018, 14:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual Blue Suit in the pic, robes on top<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Glares and Sortings<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Sorting Hat, Cecilia<br><hr>Sitting comfortably on the tall wooden stool, or at least so he appeared on the outside, Preston was nothing but eager and excited for the weathered old Sorting Hat to be placed on his head.&nbsp; &nbsp;A competent young wizard from a long line of wizards, Preston had absolutely no doubt that he fully belonged in Hogwarts, the only question remaining was where.&nbsp; &nbsp;In Preston's own young and barely formed opinion, he had traits that could conceivably land him in any of the four Houses, so the chance to be 'read' and placed by so powerful a magic item was going to be very, very fascinating.&nbsp; &nbsp;After all, how often in life was someone lucky enough to have their personality not only read and explained, but then placed in a group of supposedly like minded individuals?&nbsp; Relaxing back, Preston's eyes travelled from where Finley had settled into the Claw table and chatted with his new mates, to where Cece sat staring at him from the Puff's.&nbsp; Fascinating indeed.<br><br>As soon as the cloth touched his head and began speaking into his mind, Preston ignored the rest of the room, his eyes rolling upward as he concentrated on everything the hat had to say.&nbsp; &nbsp;Ok, so sure it took a quick jib at his name, it was to be expected he supposed, the hat living most its 'life' on a shelf, it had to use this moment for all it was worth.&nbsp; &nbsp; Luckily the artifact got right down to the nitty gritty after that, and as Preston thought about it, it pointed out a bunch of things he probably already knew.&nbsp; While Preston had a lot of traits that the other Houses valued, except for Ravenclaw apparently - which stung a little, he wasn't very in depth with any of them.&nbsp; Not enough for one to be a prevailing trait at least, so not long after landing on his head, the hat sent him off to Hufflepuff.&nbsp; While some might have seen this as simply putting him with the other 'undecideds', Preston liked to think that not being railroaded along one trait made him the future man of the world he planned to be.<br><br>Rising up from the stool, he grinned openly at the attending Professor, the expression only growing at the exuberant cheers from his new House.&nbsp; Moving with sure strides to the Hufflepuff table, Preston took a seat directly next to Cece, his hand reaching out under the table to give her stocking covered leg a squeeze, his fingers perhaps lingering just a second too long before rising to the tabletop.&nbsp; "Happy day, isn't it?"&nbsp; He said, leaning close to speak into her ear over the cheers and continued sortings.&nbsp; "And in the same House as well.&nbsp; Can't ask for much better than that, can we?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>08-05-2018, 21:14:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall -&gt; Hufflepuff table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to get some color tied to this drab ensemble! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Rather Be (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWPa-HMpj8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>No sooner had the sorting hat bellowed out Preston’s chosen House than she erupted into applause, the first of the sorted and assigned Puffs to clap for their newest member. A long-winded sigh of relief flew from her lips like a gust in a storm, while her shoulders slumped slightly. Not too much though, posture was important. <br><br>He made his way over to the thunderous applause and Cece’s smirk widened. There wouldn’t be many times where she didn’t mind sharing the spotlight. But she’d have to make exceptions for her betrothed, and this seemed like one of those moments. So, she let him shine for just long enough. When he took his seat beside her, Cece’s hands dropped to her lap, and his soon followed closely, resting against her thigh with a bit of a squeeze.<br><br>She squirmed in her seat, her eyes widening at him while her mouth dropped open. After a moment she mouthed his name to him, feigning shock about his hidden display of affection. Too soon, his hand withdrew. Cece pouted in response, before his words found her ear, after he leaned closer. “You’re quite jammy, aren’t you?” She questioned, though it was mostly rhetorical given the state of things. Perhaps his promise ring had acted as a bit of a good luck charm. “Right, you <em>are</em> intended to marry <strong>me</strong>, so of course you’ve got the best of British luck.” Cece beamed.<br><br>“If you didn’t wind up in the same House as me, I’d have been gutted. And then I'd have to handle it my way.” She affirmed with a sage-like nod of her head. “But you’re here and I’m chuffed to bits!” She squealed, much too loudly, before turning to wrap her arms around him for a hug, with her head resting on his shoulder. After a moment, she tilted her face so that her lips were very near his earlobe, and whispered to him. “This way we stay nice and close.” <br><br>Leaning back, she took his hand in hers - not to hold, but to inspect - her eyes laser focused on the ring finger in particular. “You’ve worn it!” She exclaimed excitedly, admiring the promise ring (http://stylesatlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/11/Men-Promise-Ring.jpg) she had picked out for him. Naturally, it had to exclaim in all caps that he was TAKEN. To be honest, she’d been worried he might have forgotten. Turning back to face him again, she slipped her hand against his, lacing her fingers with his. “Brilliant.” 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>17-05-2018, 17:24:59</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Preston_Huff_2.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual Blue Suit in the pic, robes on top<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Unsorted<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Evening<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Platform 9¾ &amp; Hogwarts Express<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Dinner chatting<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Cecilia<br><hr>Settled comfortably at the Hufflepuff table, Preston would never admit to having been at least a little nervous about the sorting that was at last behind him, the newest member of the House grinning cheekily at the reaction that nothing more than a little leg squeeze had gotten out of his fiance.&nbsp; Oh, but if she was going to be shocked and playfully scandalized by that, well, it was going to be quite the year then.<br><br>“If you are waiting for me to argue about my luck in life, you are going to be waiting a while babe.”&nbsp; Preston laughed, lacing his own fingers with Cece’s although he WAS wondering if that meant that he would be eating one handed for the next several years here at Hogwarts.&nbsp; Of course, following her gaze down to where their hands where joined above her shapely legs, a definite weakness of his, Preston knew things could have been a lot worse.&nbsp; Still…<br><br>“Why wouldn’t I wear it?&nbsp; It’s a lovely ring you’ve picked out after all.&nbsp; Of course, and I don’t mean this to sound critical, but customarily inscriptions go on the <em>inside</em> of the ring…”&nbsp; Preston grinned.&nbsp; He didn’t really mind that people knew he was taken, per se, but he might have preferred to feel at least a little less…...branded?&nbsp; Lifting their hands, Preston placed quick kiss onto the back of Cece’s, having learned on their few dates that distractions where his best friends, especially after saying something that could be easily taken wrong.&nbsp; “You know, they said the Hufflepuff dorms are the comfiest and most secluded of the lot…”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>18-05-2018, 03:52:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.wetpaint.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/12/14549977_1189164604501232_3497961772638273536_n.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Cecilia Price (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14079007#msg14079007)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Same pink sweater in picture and this skirt, with heels (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/0d/11/c8/0d11c87d6ea0ef48a4bd1407205777e3--black-tights-black-leggings.jpg) and rose gold infinity promise ring (http://cdn.supadupa.me/shop/20655/images/1923111/il_fullxfull.545557617_qg05_grande.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Chestnut | Dragon Heartstring | 9 ¼ inches | Slightly bendy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Hufflepuff | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Morning<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall -&gt; Hufflepuff table<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Time to get some color tied to this drab ensemble! <br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Pentatonix - Rather Be (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWPa-HMpj8)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Preston <br><hr><br>In truth, there was almost no need for Preston to wear the promise ring at all. What with how often Cece latched herself onto him like a safety belt, and blathered on about their engagement to anyone who would even pretend to listen, it was almost certain that the entire student body would learn of their engagement before September ended.<br><br>Preston was probably the only boy she had ever dated who had a profound knack for making her pampered, spoiled words sound acceptable. In a way, though it was likely not his intention, he was enabling her to carry on. Just like with the remark about luck, which caused her face to brighten as a megawatt smile flashed and threatened to blind him. <br><br>“Right you are.” She murmured, just after her fingers laced with his. Though it hindered her ability to eat slightly, Cece didn’t much mind. After all, a lady had to keep her figure right? And that certainly wasn’t going to get done on a diet of stuffed turkey, mashed potatoes and buttered crumpets, now was it? <br><br>Cecilia positively beamed a radiant glow when Preston started speaking about the ring and what a lovely choice of accessory it was. She giggled at his comments about the inscription. “That’s just silly. Then who would ever read it except for you? No, no. You want to be sure everyone is able to read it.” Really, it was Cece who wanted to be sure everyone was able to read it and would make no mistakes about Preston's eligibility - nonexistent. <br><br>The kiss at the back of her hand definitely worked in Preston’s favor, garnering the response he was after in the blink of an eye. She watched him with stars in her eyes, her gaze focusing on his lips as they kissed her skin. Her teeth sank against her lower lip when he mentioned the Hufflepuff dorms. “Perhaps we should put that to the test.” She teased. <br><br><hr><div align="center"><em>End.</em></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-06-2018, 07:59:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/c2/1f/06c21fb18faf6b03f684707699c10d03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Plain Hogwarts Robes with black pleated skirt and white blouse underneath <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Unknown | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday September 1st, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - Anticipation, Nervousness<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not Applicable<br><hr><br><em>My god.</em> Renya leaned onto the tips of her toes, cursing her short stature all the while, as she stared in the direction of the Slytherin table. <em>Where were they?</em><br><br>There were too many people inside of the Great Hall, making it impossible to spot her brothers. Knowing their house did not help her at all since she had no idea where they sat at the lengthy wooden table. <br><br>Eventually, Reyna released a frustrated sigh from her pouty lips and did her best to concentrate on the sortings taking place in front of her. She should have been fascinated with the sortings taking place in front of her. After all, she had imagined it her entire life, the desire to learn what house she would be sorted into had become even more intense since Roberto’s, her eldest brother, entrance into the well-known wizarding school. <br><br>It was time to put her brother’s teasing to rest. No more would they be able to tease, and secretly frighten her, about being a squib. <br><br>Reyna had flip flopped about what she wanted throughout the years, uncertain which house fit her best. Right now though, she felt like Gryffindor and here were meant to be, just like biscuits and milk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>17-06-2018, 18:33:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Reyna<br><hr><br><br>"<strong>There is no doubt about it, you're not a squib.</strong>?" A voice whispered into Reyna's mind after that had been placed on her head. It was reading her surface thoughts to start, the thoughts at the forefront of her mind. "<strong>You don't need to wonder about your house anymore, for I am a sorting hat, and I am never wrong.</strong>" It said, after all it had been doing it's job for a very long time, and had been entrusted to do it from the founders themselves.<br><br>"<strong>Gryffindor you say, let's see......Confident, Competitive, good traits for a Gryffindor to be sure.</strong>" It said looking to see how much it agreed with Reyna. "<strong>Gryfindor isn't the only house that wants glory, I see potential here, exceptional potential.&nbsp; Adaptability, the expectation of great things both for the individual and the peers surrounding you, a understanding that success doesn't come from purity but by effort and work......Yes you <em>could</em> find a home in Gryffindor but there is a house that can make your skill greater, maximize your potential</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>This one was born to be in...<span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size">Slytherin</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. The Slytherin table had seen the few first years that year and was only to happy to have another join their ranks. Cheering and clapping in celebration as Reyna made her way over to their table. It It seemed that any time it wasn't hufflepuff the other three houses were simply relieved, but this time it was the Green and Silver that got to celebrate. Opening a few spots here and there where Reyna could sit down and get used to the peers she'd be spending the next seven years of her life with. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>17-06-2018, 19:09:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/06/c2/1f/06c21fb18faf6b03f684707699c10d03.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Plain Hogwarts Robes with black pleated skirt and white blouse underneath <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday September 1st, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - Anticipation, Nervousness<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not Applicable<br><hr><br>Waiting was a form of punishment. <br><br>Reyna did her best not to fidget or do anything embarrassing as the space between herself and the sorting hat become less distant. She became less aware of the fact that hundreds of eyes stared in her direction when no one else stood in front of her.<br>&nbsp;<br>Her face twisted into a blatant cringe, waiting for some unforgettable butchery of her name. People often mispronounced it. She was often grateful to the people who simply let her pronounce it first rather than embarrassing her. Some students made a habit of coming up with clever variations of her name, one she hoped not to relive or hear uttered again in her life. <br><br>“Reyna Pietruszewski!” To her relief, the professor did not make her a laughingstock of the school. <br><br>With more confidence than she felt, Reyna headed to the stool and sat atop it. A ton of questions filled her mind as the professor settled the hat atop her head. <br><br><em>There is no doubt about it, you're not a squib.</em><br><br>Reyna jumped at the hat’s voice despite being told that it could enter, read, and speak into its wearer’s mind.<br><br><em>Weird</em>, she thought back to it. <em>Not you or squibs, mind you. There’s nothing wrong with being magicless. I just rather not make that walk out of the hall.</em><br><br><em>I am never wrong.</em><br><br>Doubt filled Reyna’s mind at that reassurance but she did not argue with the hat.&nbsp; Instead she tried to think of all the wonderful reasons why Gryffindor would be the perfect house for her.<br><br>For confident, she thought about how she often did what others might be too fearful to attempt. For competitive, she had tons of memories of her football games. In between those thoughts were her worries about being placed in a certain house. Not for the usual reasons though...but more worry about her brothers. It was nice to see them every now and then but she’d like a place to grow without being under their shadow. <br><br><em>So I’m Gryffindor, right?</em> She thought with obvious hope and pleading in her mental voice. <em>No need to think any further! Just say it. Gryffindor. </em><br><br><em>Yes you could find a home in Gryffindor but there is a house…</em><br><br><em>Don’t you dare!</em> Annoyance crossed her facial features. <em>I swear to Merlin! DON’T SAY IT! </em><br><br><em>This one was born to be in...Slytherin!</em><br><br><em>Great.</em> Sarcasm colored her thoughts as the hat was taken off her head. She tossed the hat an annoyed&nbsp; look before heading to the table, one which had seen many Pietruszewskis throughout the decades. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Heartsink</strong> on <strong>19-06-2018, 10:18:28</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/1O6g3YF.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Ashley "Ash" Suttirat (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14149486#msg14149486)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Hogwarts black robes<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Hawthorn wood, with Dragon Heartstring Core, 12½ inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin, 1st<br><strong>Date</strong>: Friday, 1 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Sorting ceremony<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Underwhelmed Ash<br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Faith Marie - Antidote (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XXpjUePKFGk)<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open<br><br><hr><br>After the Sorting Hat decided she'd be a Slytherin, Ash simply felt glad that ugly leather thing was off her head. She stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table without a word, as they mechanically cheered her admittance to their house. <em>Whatever,</em> she thought, unable to contain how underwhelmed she felt about Hogwarts so far. Old, ugly, cold, far... Her time at this new school in this new country so far didn't seem worthwhile. Yawning as she reached the table and sat next to other First Years, she forced herself to smile at the other students, although her eyes weren't lighted up the slightest. <br><br>"Welcome to Slytherin, the best house at Hogwarts!" a 2nd year shouted at her. Ash glared at him, unimpressed. <br><br>Meanwhile, the staff and faculty had continued with the sorting ceremony, now calling an other student, now in with family names starting by T. <br><br>"What does that even mean? You mean to say a system based on a total of four arbitrary categories to classify students is efficient? What does it even achieve besides more divisions? Might as well just separate us by age. Oh wait, that's what they do too, like No-Majs," she started to rant at the student, unaffected by the other students reacting to her American accent, her opinion, or her usage of the word 'no-maj' instead of 'muggle'. The student didn't reply and simply looked away pretending he didn't hear her, focusing on watching the other freshmen getting sorted. <br><br>Maybe she could ask the headmaster to be house-less, like an independent student. Her mother might even enjoy that special status more than getting sorted in one of the 'better' houses. 'Make sure to be sorted in any house but Hufflepuff, I've been told it had a reputation of being soft', she had advised her, before ordering her to inform her of her house after being sorted. Of course her mother wouldn't want a Suttirat to look soft, not that Ash expected her to be happy that Ash had been sorted in Slytherin. She'd likely only be satisfied and that would be it. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>22-06-2018, 23:44:02</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Grey boxer briefs (http://dulcedo.ca/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/Septembre-158-2-462x615.jpg) -&gt; casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Ravenclaw dorm room -&gt; Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Orion | Preston<br><hr><br>When the morning came with sunlight bursting through the windows, Finley groggily opened his eyes, rubbing at them a few times with one hand, until his blurry vision corrected itself. He sighed out as he stretched fully, only to realize that his other arm was pinned by a soundly sleeping Orion. He immediately broke out into a grin, admiring his boyfriend while he slept. <br><br>Rolling over so that he was able to rock Orion’s body ever so gently away, freeing his arm, then replacing Orion where he belonged again, Finley pressed a soft kiss against Orion’s temple. He eased out of bed and moved as quietly as possible, hoping he wouldn’t wake anyone else. Collecting an outfit into his hands, he moved into the bathroom and brushed his teeth, then took a quick, steamy shower.<br><br>After towel drying himself completely, Finley went through the rest of his routine; applying deodorant, combing his hair and slipping some styling cream through it, checking his face for breakouts, then testing his smile in the mirror. He dressed himself, happy to be able to forgo the robes, considering it was Saturday morning. <br><br>Returning to the dorm room, he quickly went to his small desk and wrote out a brisk note with parchment and a quill:<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Preston -<br><br>Meet me for breakfast. Straight away. I’ve got news.<br><br>- Finley</em></span></div><br>He folded the note up and sent it to fly to Preston’s room, where it would magically crash onto his forehead, as a means of waking him up, if he wasn’t already. <br><br>With that, Finley turned back to Orion on his bed, wishing he had a camera to take a picture of the sight. Then again, he doubted he could ever forget such a picture perfect moment. “I’m going to breakfast with my mate, Preston.” He whispered softly, not even sure that Orion had heard him. “I want to tell him about us.” Finley bristled a bit, no doubt with a twinge of worry. He shook it off though, leaning down again to kiss Orion ever so faintly on his lips. <br><br>Before heading to the great hall, Finley snuck outside to smoke a cigarette and help calm himself down. He had never told a mate that he was bisexual, before. It had never come up because, in all honesty, Finley didn’t really date much. He wasn’t quite one for commitment. <br><br>Until Orion came crashing into his life like a comet to earth, leaving a huge crater in his wake. He had flipped Finley entirely and though it happened quickly and seemingly without him realizing it, he couldn’t say that he was anything but chuffed to bits about it. <br><br>He only hoped that Preston would feel the same way for him. Not that his mate struck him as an intolerant guy or anything, Preston seemed to pretty much go with the flow in most instances. But, something about having to tell another person such an intimate detail of one’s life… was stressful. Finley sighed out the last of his smoke stream and stomped the butt out with the sole of his shoe. <br><br>From there, he walked right into the great hall and collected an omelette with hash browns and a glass of orange juice. Moving his meal purposefully to a secluded table at the back corner of the grandiose room, he sat down and spotted Preston a moment later. Waving his mate down, he couldn’t help smiling, even if his insides were still all tied in knots. <br><br>He waited for Preston to join him at the table, taking a big swig of orange juice to help sate him. Once he sat down, Finley couldn’t wait any longer. He skipped all the formalities and went straight for the news. “You know my roommate Orion? We, erm, hooked up at the bonfire party and… now we’re dating.” He paused to take a breath, feeling only a minor relief at the fact that he had gotten it off his chest. <br><br>Yet there was another weight hanging above him - the weight of not knowing how his best mate would take this news. When a lull started to filter between them, Finley grew anxious and had to keep talking. “I know we’ve mostly just talked about girls. And I do like girls, too. I’m… I’m bi.” Again, a huge sigh left him, yet another wave of disillusioned relief. Yet the strain in his shoulders and the clenching in his chest wouldn’t fade until he heard his friend’s reply, until he knew that his mate would support him and his same-sex relationship.<br><br>He could only hope and hold his breath until then. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Flower</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 04:17:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/53/Reyna13.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Reyna Pietruszewski (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14201548#msg14201548)<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Plain Hogwarts Robes with black pleated skirt and white blouse underneath <br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand:</strong> 9" Blackthorn with Boomslang Venom <br><strong>House | Year:</strong> Slytherin | First Year<br><strong>Date | Time:</strong> Friday September 1st, 2017 | Evening<br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Light - Settling In<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Not Applicable<br><hr><br>Renya made certain to clear the disappointment from her countenance upon heading towards Slytherin’s table. To her knowledge, never in the history of Hogwarts did the Sorting Hat go back on its decision. It would not start for her, even if threatened by destruction or discoloration by bleach. She needed to make scrambled eggs (omelettes were too complicated) out of her cracked wishes rather than let it fester in the sun. <br><br>To be fair, people in her house seemed glad about her placement. Their reaction was encouraging. Without the heavy distraction of anxiety, regarding being sorted by the hat, Reyna was able to locate her older brothers. Both of them were seated further down the table with their own group of friends. Rather than go to either of them, she allowed herself a slight childish indulgence and gave them the bird. A reaction which garnered a few laughs from amused onlookers. <br><br>Flopped down on the wooden bench, she occupied her hands with her robes and watched with blatant boredom as the remaining first years were sorted into their respective houses. It quickly became clear to her why Slytherin might have been glad to receive her as a student. Lots of people were going into Hufflepuff rather than anywhere else. She joined the duty of applauding for a fellow housemate when the Sorting Hat determined that a female named Ashley would join Slytherin. <br><br>Renya opened her mouth to say hello but wasn’t really given opportunity to do so. Ashley started railing against the educational system, insulting Hogwarts in the process. The entire rant just rubbed her the wrong way and not because of the girl’s American roots. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>25-06-2018, 17:49:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>Unlike his best friend,&nbsp; Preston had NOT had a comfortable night of satisfied sleep.&nbsp; This was not to say that he had not had a good time with Cece almost making it to the bonfire, but more that he felt he had gotten dangerously close to having an EPIC night, but had not quite got there.&nbsp; Even worse, some rather pessimistic part of Preston was telling him this was possibly going to be the status quo until he swapped out that promise ring for the very real thing.&nbsp; &nbsp;Laying in bed half awake, Preston was seriously debating if he had any real reason for leaving the warm covers behind him.&nbsp; Probably not.&nbsp; He had hours before Cece made an appearance from her chambers, and it wasn’t like he was going to study!<br><br>Just closing his eyes for a bit more shut eye, Preston was rudely interrupted by the arrival and subsequent crash of a paper airplane against his forehead.&nbsp; Thinking perhaps this was an invitation from his fiance, perhaps she had changed her mind!, Preston quickly tore it open and gave it a read.<br><br><div align="center"><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><em>Preston -<br><br>Meet me for breakfast. Straight away. I’ve got news.<br><br>- Finley</em></span></div><br><br>Huh.&nbsp; News?&nbsp; What news?&nbsp; Preston thought, a little sourly.&nbsp; Did he and his new Ravenclaw buddies have some sort of bookish epiphany?&nbsp; Realizing he was being patently unfair, even in his own mind, Preston climbed from bed with a groan.&nbsp; Heading for the shower, Preston made quick work of it, just enough to be mildly presentable, and to add to his rumpled nature, he threw on the clothes from the night before.&nbsp; &nbsp; At least this shower had been warm, he mused as he headed down the stairs for the Great Hall.&nbsp; Despite popular belief, cold showers only helped with arousal by making you wish you were dead.&nbsp; At least, that’s how they had made HIM feel.<br><br>Entering the Hall, Preston spotted the waving Fin immediately, and after grabbing a plate of pancakes, sausage and a glass of pumpkin juice he made his way over and took a seat.&nbsp; No sooner had Preston sat down than Finley launched into his news, news that had Preston slowly setting down his knife and fork without taking a bite at all.<br><br>“Wait, hold a minute.”&nbsp; Preston said, his face a flat mask of disbelief as he stared at his friend and held up a hand to stop the flow of conversation.&nbsp; “You are telling me…..telling ME..you are telling me…” Taking a deep breath, Preston closed his eyes for a second, composing himself before he could get the phrases out correctly. <br><br>“You are telling me that you met this fellow, hooked up and are dating all in a month?!&nbsp; While I am practically married and am still begging for kisses?!” Preston practically exclaimed, winning both the ‘Missing the Point’ and ‘Make It About Me’ awards simultaneously.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>26-06-2018, 16:39:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Preston took his sweet time and in so doing, kept Finley on pins and needles all the while. He watched his mate as he dragged himself to the food and collected a pile of it, his eyes boring into Preston’s unkempt hair and drilling into his still tired looking face, trying to telepathically communicate with him how pressing the matter was. <br><br>By the time he finally joined Finley at the corner table, the Ravenclaw was about ready to burst. So, he imploded and unleashed his entire confession, probably speaking much too quickly in some places and avoiding eye contact nearly the entire time. Once finished, he sighed out a long breath, only to hold it again when Preston seemed frozen in place.<br><br>He set down his utensils - one in each hand - almost as if Finley had just drew his wand and was threatening his very life with it. Internally, Finley was screaming at him. <em>‘Say something! Anything! Blimey, did you not hear me?! Do I have to say it all again?!’</em> After a short eternity, he finally got what he’d asked for and Preston started to respond. If one could call it that.<br><br>As he repeated himself a hundred times with tons of dramatic pausing in between, Finley felt himself squirm in his seat, his legs bouncing vigorously beneath the table. He was just about to interrupt Preston to shout at him to just spit it out, when he seemed to compose himself and finished his bloody question. <br><br>His exclamation was not at all what Finley had expected, especially after he’d dragged it out for as long as he did. The prick. At first, he stared at Preston for a long moment. Then, he threw his head back and started laughing. So loudly, in fact, that it drew some others attention as well. It took a bit for him to come down, wiping a finger along his eye as his laughter subsided, in time.<br><br>“I admit, I wasn’t sure what reaction to expect, but THAT… That was definitely not one I would’ve predicted.” A few residual chuckles followed. “Oy, seriously mate. Thanks. I’ve never really said it to someone before and I thought you should know. I’m so relieved that you’re cool about it.” Though, come to think of it, he hadn’t expressly said those words, had he? <br><br>“I mean, you are cool about it, right? I sort of thought… it shouldn’t matter <em>who</em> we fancy and I imagined you’d feel the same but I guess you never quite know until you’re talking about it.” He chuckled nervously, glancing down at his food again before taking a rather large bite of eggs. “Now, you mean to tell me that you two’ve been engaged since summer and you still haven’t scored?” <br><br>Finley flashed an amused grin as he finished the portion in his mouth. “And you call yourself a Quidditch player!” He admonished, lightly. “Well, what’s the problem? Other than the fact that she doesn’t want to ruin her precious makeup by snogging all day?” He was teasing, and hoped Preston wouldn’t mind that it was at his fiance’s expense. <br><br>He’d never say those things to her face, after all. Who in their right mind would?!
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>05-07-2018, 01:40:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>As Finley started having the laugh of his life, it was Preston turn to be set back onto his seat, his expression going from surprised at first, to angry that he thought Fin was laughing at his lack of progress, to realizing what his friend found so amusing and finally he landed on wearing a big grin of his own.<br><br>“As if I ever give anyone the reaction they expect…” Preston sniffed, affecting the air of the snooty pureblood he so very thankfully wasn’t.&nbsp; Shaking his head to lose the act, he looked over at his friend Fin, who really did look worried about his news, and that, coupled with the other revelation got Preston finally taking this all seriously.<br><br>“I’m the first person you told that you…..like blokes?” Preston asked, thinking it felt weirder to say that that it was.&nbsp; How strange was that?&nbsp; &nbsp;“Well, that’s an honor, no mistake.&nbsp; But seriously, of course I am cool with it.&nbsp; We’re mates right?&nbsp; Whatever makes you happy is good with me.”&nbsp; Reaching down, Preston picked up his utensils again.<br><br>“Granted, I’d rather you were a few steps behind me instead of in front of me, but there you are.&nbsp; Besides, I’ve never been that lucky.”&nbsp; Preston went on, a little cluelessly as he had lived what could only be called a charmed life up until that point.&nbsp; Hell, he hadn’t even had to find his own beautiful girl to marry.&nbsp; <br><br>“And nope, she is surprisingly persistent in keeping my hands off.”&nbsp; Preston replied a little dejectedly, and a frustrated.&nbsp; “And it’s not snogging, she is all in for that if last night is any indication.&nbsp; Although I swear that makes things worse.&nbsp; No its anything further.&nbsp; I’m thinking it must be the pregnancy thing.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>06-07-2018, 13:14:54</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Even though Finley hadn’t met a great deal of purebloods in his day up until attending Hogwarts, it went without being said that Preston was not like the majority of them. When they had first met, blood purity was not a topic of discussion. At least not in the context that most purebloods pushed such a discussion. Preston didn’t care about things like that, which should have told Finley that he’d likely not care much about who Finley was dating, if he chose to date at all. Getting in his head about having to confess his sexual preferences to someone - a close mate, at that, and the first person to ever hear his confession, on top of that - made for a mess in his head, regardless. <br><br>Finley chuckled at Preston’s charade, making a face that looked convincingly like he was about to vomit. “Could you imagine if you were really like that?” He shook his head, dismissing the ridiculous idea.<br><br>A winning grin spread over Finley’s face when Preston carried on to proclaim that so long as he was happy, so was Preston. In fact, he admitted to feeling honored that he’d been chosen to receive this news from Finley at all. “Yeah, we’re mates.” Finley concurred, shoveling another portion of food into his mouth and chewing happily. <br><br>Then, Preston expressed the blunt reality of the situation, in that he wished he was a bit further ahead than Finley, considering he was the one engaged to be married and all. “Being behind isn’t so bad,” he muttered, a cheesy grin spreading fuller over his lips. He shared a bit more about his progress with Cece - or lack thereof - and Finley could tell his friend was frustrated. In more ways than the obvious. <br><br>“Ah, snogging. I was wondering why I hadn’t seen you at the bonfire. Guess you love birds never quite made it there.” His brows raised as if to show he was impressed. Sincerely, how long must their snogging session have been for them to miss the whole thing? Then again, Finley and Orion had only been there a few moments before disappearing inside the castle to find a secret place for their first time. <br><br>“Not that we stayed very long either,” he added, quietly, before gulping down a bit of juice. The fear of pregnancy was likely the thing holding Cece back, at least that was what Preston took away from their rendezvous the previous night. “Sounds like you may need to convince her to open up that back door.” He said rather crudely, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. <br><br>“I know it’s a bit different. But, I highly recommend it. You just need loads of lube and a bit of patience. But, she’s already ensuring you’ve got plenty of that.” He chuckled faintly. “Least the water here at Hogwarts can get very cold, right?” Finley shuffled in his seat momentarily, rearranging himself to get more comfortable. “That, or, if it fails, you could always just jump into the Black Lake.” <br><br>After another big bite of food, Finley quickly chewed and set his fork down. “But, it’s worth considering, ain’t it?” He reached for his temple with a single finger, making a face like he’d been gifted with a wealth of knowledge - very similar to an old meme that had circulated a while back. “She can’t get pregnant if it's in the butt. Right?!” He nodded his head sagely, as if to convince Preston of his truth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>12-07-2018, 03:44:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>Preston brandished a fork grandly, the effect somewhat ruined by the piece of pancake barely clinging to its tines.&nbsp; “What do you mean if I was like that, you low born cad!&nbsp; I’ll have you know I’m from the finest line of…” That was as far as Preston could make it before breaking out into chuckles.&nbsp; He had not been at Hogwarts long enough to really get down his Snooty Slytherin imitation yet, but he was definitely working on it.&nbsp; “I’d be a positive nightmare, right?&nbsp; Just the worst.&nbsp; Luckily for you, I’m all charm and such.”&nbsp; Preston grinned, although his own words brought back the nights lack of adventure, which only compounded with Finley’s advice.<br><br>“Yeah, just a bit of snogging in the courtyard was all, and believe you me my lad, no one shuts down a bit of fun before it goes to far like our Cece.&nbsp; The girl conjures a wall of indignity like you’ve never seen.”&nbsp; Preston continued, his bitter tone modulated greatly by the memory of Cece’s smooth thigh under his hand.&nbsp; All the best things were worth waiting for, right?&nbsp; If only he could convince the fellow below his belt of that!&nbsp; At the rest of Finley’s advice, Preston could not help but bark out a laugh.<br><br>“Oi, could you imagine.&nbsp; Little Miss Cece opening up the back door, straight out the gate!”&nbsp; Preston chortled, stuffing his face with more sugar laden pancakes between laughs.&nbsp; “Not that its likely to come in handy, entrenched as you already are in a relationship, but let me give you a little pointer on pureblood girls.”&nbsp; Preston lectured, his voice deadly seriously, although his twinkling eyes made a lie of his tone.&nbsp; “Nothing comes for free, and the more you want something, the higher the price climbs.&nbsp; It’s why I’ve always been luckier with the Muggle girls, and the half bloods.&nbsp; Well, that and the yacht.”&nbsp; &nbsp;He shrugged.<br><br>“And speaking of which, don’t think I’ve not thought of the Lake a time or three in the last few hours.&nbsp; It’ll be a miracle if I’m not blue as a cornish pixie before I talk Cece into a bit of a romp.”&nbsp; Running his hand through his thick hair, Preston’s voice dropped.&nbsp; “Still, I have to admit she has a lovely mouth, and I wouldn’t mind…” Just then a few girls came giggling through the doors, and Preston instantly clammed up, afraid Cece might have been one of them.&nbsp; Glancing over his shoulder to see the coast was clear, he decided on a different topic.&nbsp; <br><br>“So what’s it mean, you and this Orion dating?&nbsp; I hope this won’t mean I’ll see even less of my mate.&nbsp; Who is going to help with my Runes?&nbsp; Although, he is a Ravenclaw too.&nbsp; This might just work out alright after all.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>13-07-2018, 14:06:24</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Getting on with Preston was quite easy for Finley. It was one of the main reasons he considered the Hufflepuff his best mate. Even after divulging something so personal and navigating his way through what was certain to be an awkward conversation, Preston made light of the matter, causing all discomfort to disappear and not leaving any breaks in their talk for uncomfortable silences.<br><br>As he continued scarfing down his breakfast, Finley had to consider for a moment, just how much he appreciated Preston’s positive reaction to his rather big news, and the fact that he didn’t so much as bat an eyelash at the confession. He hadn’t asked any prodding or ignorant questions, he hadn’t so much as looked at him differently. Even as he tried his best impression of an arrogant cad pureblood, Finley nearly choked on his food with laughter.<br><br>He knew it was no more than an impression the moment Preston began talking, as it was rather obvious that his mate would never actually believe the bollocks he was spewing. “Indeed, lucky for me.” Finley grinned as he concurred. “The right worst, you’d be. Worse than any Slytherin, being the Hufflepuff you are.” He broke out into another set of chuckles as he considered an evil version of Preston. It was almost too difficult to picture. <br><br>As their talk reverted back to Cece and Preston’s difficulty in landing any meaningful goals, Finley chugged some of his juice. He set it down and released a sound that signified the orange juice was as fresh as it was refreshing. When he called her ‘our Cece’ Finley held up his hands in a display of innocence. “Oi, I’m fairly certain she’s <em>your</em> Cece, mate." For good measure, Finley pointed at the promise ring on Preston's finger, which said TAKEN on it, as if Cece herself was screaming it anyone who looked. <br><br>Still, there was a point being made in what Preston was saying. Apparently Preston was suffering from a right awful case of blue balls. After bringing up the possibility of anal as a means of preventing pregnancy, Finley’s brows cocked at Preston, who laughed between bites of his pancakes at the very idea of it. Perhaps anal wasn’t their thing, he considered pensively. <br><br>“Hey, it could happen!” He defended his previous statement, but a slight smirk existed on his face anyway. Though he knew of quite a few pureblood girls who got around the risk of getting pregnant by doing just that, he also knew that it was not something every girl even considered doing. In fact, just picturing Cece taking it in the back door was… Well, best not to picture it at all.<br><br>Preston carried on to give Finely a bit of a tip about pureblood girls and how nothing was ever free. Apparently muggle girls and half blood girls were a bit easier to deal with in that regard. Finley grinned as he considered it. “It’s all that being spoiled rotten and utterly well off coming to bite us lads in the ass, isn’t it?” The mention of his yacht made Finley roll his eyes. “Aye, a yacht always helps, doesn’t it?” Not that Finley would know, which was sort of the point. <br><br>As Preston let his thoughts get carried away with him, Finley noted how he paused when mentioning Cece’s lovely mouth, just after hearing a gaggle of girls giggling. He tried to silently tell his friend that he was in the clear and that Cece wasn't among them, but Preston had dropped the topic anyway. Finely cocked his head to the side, really feeling for his friend. No doubt about it, the man could definitely use a bit of play. “You best figure something out mate, before it withers up and dries out!” He teased, smirking broadly. <br><br>Preston brought up Orion again, inquiring a bit about what their relationship meant, before predictably turning the focus on himself. Finley scoffed aloud and shook his head. “As if your Runes is high on the priority list.” In all seriousness though, Finley straightened up and situated himself a bit better against his seat. <br><br>“You’ll see just as much of me. But, if you don’t see me, don’t come looking for me. Because it might just mean you walking into something you really didn’t want to see. And can never unsee.” He launched into a flurry of laughter. Not only would he not want to see it because it wasn’t his thing, but Finley was sure he also wouldn’t want to see it because it’d undoubtedly make him quite jealous of all the action he was missing out on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 02:34:00</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>Preston made full use of his time not talking to scarf down a few more bites of breakfast, leaving his plate a bit of a war-torn wasteland.&nbsp; It was always a pleasure eating at Hogwarts, where the food was plentiful and hearty, and away from the pretentious nature of some pureblood dining.&nbsp; “Aye, yes, it could help.&nbsp; Hell, it might even at that.&nbsp; But can you see me simply broaching the subject? To CECE?&nbsp; Careful handling mate, thats the watchword with these pureblood princesses.&nbsp; Luckily, she is a far cry from the worst of the lot.&nbsp; Oh, the stories I could tell you.”&nbsp; Shaking his head, Preston pushed those thoughts from his mind, concentrating on the matter at hand.<br><br>“Yes, well, the yacht won’t work on Cece.&nbsp; Her family is more well off than mine…” Preston mused.&nbsp; If he noted that Finley perhaps found his cavalier attitude to wealth a bit annoying, it certainly didn’t show as Preston plowed on, full steam ahead.&nbsp; “The key I think, it getting her alone, all nice and posh.&nbsp; A dinner or something.&nbsp; Not here though.&nbsp; It will have to be special.&nbsp; Hogsmeade then.&nbsp; Probably a bit beyond them down at the Broomsticks, I’ll be putting lipstick on a pig there, but beggars can’t be choosers.”&nbsp; Snapping from his musing, Preston’s eyes narrowed slightly.&nbsp; “Mind you, the pig in this metaphor is the Broomsticks, not my fiance.&nbsp; Lest you think you’ve finally found that blackmail opportunity.”<br><br>Preston was only able to keep that face a moment before breaking into laughter, a sound that only increased as Finley made his warning about not coming to find him lest he find him in a compromising situation.&nbsp; “Gah!&nbsp; I’d be scarred for life!”&nbsp; Preston said, throwing his hands over his eyes as his silverware fell to the able with a clatter.&nbsp; “Finley Clark having more sex than me!&nbsp; I’d never recover.” He continued, catching right on to where his best mate had been going with that.&nbsp; “On the plus side, Cece will never get jealous.&nbsp; Trust me when I say, that’s not a road we want to go down.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cailleach</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 17:56:29</strong>
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				<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>:&nbsp; Knotted 10 ½inch unyielding blackthorn wand with thunderbird feather core<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: To Be Decided<br><strong>Date</strong>:&nbsp; 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&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>24-07-2018, 21:18:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://images.pottermore.com/bxd3o8b291gf/nt4ZV4578WQWcCUK68QIq/9538ef0e87518551344b2b930a118690/The-Sorting-Ceremony.png?w=1200)</div><strong>TAGGING:</strong>&nbsp; Vega<br><hr><br>"<strong>Fear not Ms. Sutton for in Hogwarts you will find a home, and through me a house to support you</strong>." A voice boosted in her mind as the hat was placed on her head. "<strong>You couldn't be sitting in a better seat or have a better hat when you're looking for a home</strong>." It said, it's tone hardly reassuring, more of a brag, as if it had heard or seen it all before. Then again perhaps it had, for it was a very old hat, and had sorted many students before Vega Sutton had come for a seat. "<strong>For I am a magic hat, and I am never wrong</strong>."<br><br>"<strong>Such a skeptic and cut from her own cloth, a little quirky but intelligent, unyielding to common expectations</strong>." It said looking to see how much it agreed with Reyna. "<strong>Not Hufflepuff, not Slytherin either there is no doubt about that. Perhaps Ravenclaw is where you belong.....Do I believe?</strong>" It questioned as it looked into her mind, looking for the qualities she possessed strongest, and where her potential could be be put to use. "<strong>You're spirited, honest, not the type to back down from challenges, I know just the house to take use of all your restless energy that will help you put it to use.</strong>"<br><br>"<strong>This one is.</strong>.....<strong><span style="font-size: 14pt;" class="bbc_size">Gryffindor</span></strong>!" The hat bellowed into the hall. The tide seemingly starting to turn away from Hufflepuff as Gryffindor excitedly welcomed it's newest member to the club. There would be no judging eyes just welcoming gazes as room as quickly made for her to join them at the table and prepare for the feast. Red and Gold would be the colors she'd adorn, and the smiling faces around her, her peers and housemates for the next seven years.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>28-07-2018, 13:57:32</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Finley was about finished with his breakfast as Preston refused to even consider how to broach the subject of anal sex with his intended fiance. He laughed through his bite of food just imagining such a discussion with a prim and proper pureblood princess like Cece. “I never said you should talk to her about it, for the record, just that you should convince her to let you try it out.” He scanned his friend with a few waggles of his eyebrows. “Huge difference, mate.” <br><br>It was humorous how Preston came with loads of stories about pureblood girls, even though he had admitted to doing better with dating muggles and halfblood girls, than purebloods. He laughed again, his shoulders jouncing as he barked aloud, catching his breath with a swipe of his finger against the outside of his eyes. “I’ve dated my fair share of them too, laddie.” In fact, Finley thought back to the train ride over and how things could have gone so very differently this year. He relented just the same after a gulp of juice. “Never been engaged to one before, though.” <br><br>Hearing that her family was more loaded than his made Finley grin. “Right. Now it all makes sense.” He teased. “I’d put up with quite a bit too if that were the case.” Of course, he had a hard time thinking he’d be as whipped as Preston sometimes was. But, he wasn’t about to throw that at his friend. Love made people do stupid things, often times. When he launched into an idea about how to get things sparking between him and his future wife, Finley listened, amused. <br><br>“Sure you can’t just hop on over to Paris? I’m sure that’d do it. Some hotel that overlooks the eiffel tower, the bed sprinkled with rose petals and chocolate or whatever. She’d give it up in a heartbeat.” He snapped his fingers for emphasis. “Too bad we can’t apparate yet. Hogsmeade isn’t exactly known for its romantic suites, is it?” If anything, Finley had always heard from his family that Hogsmeade seemed rather homey and comforting, but he’d never heard it being described as a romantic setting. <br><br>Finley rolled his head backward to laugh loudly at Preston’s clarification about who the pig was in his metaphor. As if Finley hadn’t been able to figure it out. He narrowed his gaze at his friend after the laughing subsided. “I knew that. Ravenclaw, remember?” He pointed to himself, a bit smugly. Preston’s break out into laughter made Finley revisit his bout of chuckles too, certain to make their table the loudest that morning. <br><br>“Yeah you would,” he finally murmured in response to the idea of Preston walking in on him and Orion in the middle of a romp. He sounded as if he took pride in that fact, as well. Preston joked about Fin having more sex than him, but he knew that it was slowly chipping away at his mate. Why shouldn’t it? He was guaranteed a marriage at the end of all this, and still wasn’t allowed to sample the cake! <br><br>The promise of a jealous Cece being one they didn’t want to endure was a promise Fin had no trouble accepting. “Sure, I believe that.” His brows cocked as he picked up the last of his crumbs with his finger and collected it with a subtle lick. If he were at home, he would have picked up the whole plate to lick clean, but he had been warned by family that such a thing would rub some the wrong way at Hogwarts. <br><br>“Then again, mate… if she’s never done it before, then she doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. Have you ever thought that maybe making her jealous of others - people who are getting busy and falling in love with each other - might just be the ticket?” A brow cocked as he thought himself brilliant for a moment, winking at his friend, after nodding in a sage like way. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>14-08-2018, 03:53:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>“Oh, believe you me, my lad, if I get the chance to broach the subject, I won’t let the chance go by…” Preston replied, his mind thinking quite hard on how the conversation would go if he asked Cece to let him have a go at her ass as opposed to anywhere else.&nbsp; Drawing that mental picture in his mind, he could only see it ending in screaming, slapping, perhaps even a broken betrothal.&nbsp; &nbsp;To be fair to Finley though, he couldn’t be sure.&nbsp; &nbsp;Like any pureblooded fellow, he had heard stories of girls choosing that route to avoid the risk of pregnancy, but he himself had never experienced it.&nbsp; &nbsp;Realizing he was ignoring the rest of what Finley was saying in the course of his musing, he snapped back to reality.<br><br>“Ha, well I am sure you’ve got a string of broken hearts indeed.”&nbsp; He grinned, having no doubt his friend had done quite well.&nbsp; I mean, it seemed he had double the choices for one!&nbsp; “But count yourself lucky in that last bit.&nbsp; Being engaged isn’t all bad I suppose, even branded as I am…” Preston went on, abandoning his mostly empty plate in favor of holding up his ringed hand.&nbsp; “But nevertheless, let’s say you pulled out just in time.&nbsp; Metaphorically of course.”&nbsp; Grinning at his own lame joke, Preston pushed his plate away, appetite gone in the course of his deep thought.<br><br>“Still, you make an excellent point.&nbsp; Not much romantic about Hogsmeade, but I’ve not much to work with, and as you’ve said, anywhere else might as well be another planet.&nbsp; No, I’ve got to work some magic of a very different sort here.&nbsp; And soon, lest you be burying me from a fatal case of blue balls.”&nbsp; Preston continued, raising an eyebrow as a passing Ravenclaw girl giggled at what she overheard.&nbsp; Watching as the girl sashayed away, Preston’s scowl slowly returned, although as he turned back to his best mate, he realized he had a point.<br><br>“You are just full of wisdom today, Finely Clark.”&nbsp; Preston mentioned, although his expression clearly showed his serious consideration.&nbsp; &nbsp;“But you might be onto something.&nbsp; You aren’t dating some Ravenclaw tart for Cece to be catty to or jealous of, so that’s a plus.&nbsp; &nbsp;And if I can spin this glow you’ve about you into a casual mention of intimacy, she might just take the bait.&nbsp; If nothing else, I’ll plant the seed.”&nbsp; &nbsp;Thinking back to the night before, Preston reflected on how close he had come to planting some seed indeed, and he figured he just needed a little push to get over the hump.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Yes, I think we might just have to get the four of us together right soon…”<br><br>Starting to say more, Preston suddenly stopped and raised a brow.&nbsp; “Hold on, what was that bit about falling in love now?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mellific</strong> on <strong>15-08-2018, 23:15:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1d/FinleyRav6.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Finley Clark (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14042093#msg14042093)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual outfit (https://i.pinimg.com/736x/09/90/f0/0990f0a8a3bc075389477f09d7e50536--men-fashion-casual-mens-fashion.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Halfblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Fir | Dragon | 12 inches<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw | First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Confession time?<br><strong>Mood Music:</strong> Diamond Eyes - Deftones (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qksTlo_1Tpw)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> Preston<br><hr><br>Preston spoke of being shackled and how it wasn’t all that bad. Normally, hearing something like that from a pureblood who intended to marry someone he barely knew, would convince Finley that the bloke was full of shit. However, when Preston talked about being engaged to Cece, he got a different feeling. Like maybe there really were genuine feelings happening between them. <br><br>His brows perked a bit at the realization, finishing up the last of his drink before shoving his plate away. The ring on his hand was brought into the conversation, torchlights glinting off of it in a flash. Finley felt a little bad, but he couldn’t help chuckling at the word etched across the band. TAKEN - in all caps, no less, so that people could even read it from across the room, probably. <br><br>“That you are - branded, I mean.” He agreed with a deep nod of his head, continuing to chuckle. To his joke about pulling out just in the nick of time, Finley laughed. Even if it was lame, it was still good. “There’s something to that though, by the way, mate. If the goal is to keep from impregnating her, then you may want to pull out just in time. Literally, of course.” He beamed.<br><br>An image of having to bury his friend for dying over blue balls made him pretend to turn somber. “Here lies Preston. Whose balls were so blue, they fell off. Rest in pieces, mate.” It was dark humor, but Finley didn’t mind laughing about it. A girl walked by, giggling but avoiding eye contact at the same time, despite how Finley tried to get her to chime in on the matter with a nod.<br><br>“‘Course! I <em>am</em> a Ravenclaw,” he tooted his own horn a bit when Preston called him wise. “Or maybe it’s just because I’ve finally had sex.” He gave a sympathetic look to his pal. “You’d best get on that too, so you can think straight again. Might even pass all your classes.” Preston carried on, his plan coming together. “Yeah you will plant that seed,” he nodded emphatically. “Just not yet!” <br><br>The idea of a double date was one that Preston seemed to agree with, even though Finley had his reservations. “I’m not sure that’s what I suggested. But… you’re my best mate. We can give it a go. No promises that we’ll stick it out the whole time.” Something told Finley that Cece was best tolerated in small doses. And even then, it was questionable. <br><br>He was caught off guard when Preston brought up the concept of love with him. “What? Did I say that? No, I didn’t.” Finley got all turned around right quick, shaking his head and taking his wand out to clear away his plates with a quick flick and a “Locomotor rubbish.” Clearly, he was avoiding something, or trying to, at any rate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Untamed Skies</strong> on <strong>16-08-2018, 19:18:32</strong>
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				<div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180816/b6b861d47c1cf8eabfd827a39f788318.png)</div><br><div class="floatleft">(https://dvdbash.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/buffy-sarah-michelle-gellar-dvdbash141.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Alyssa Not<br><strong>Wearing:</strong> Something casual and classy for a day off (http://www.stylemotivation.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/09/elegant-and-clasy-for-fall-8-620x983.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pure-blood<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Slytherin 6th Year<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday September 30th<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Afternoon during dinner<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> The Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong>&nbsp; Peeves Prank<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Open for anyone to react too</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><hr>Already by the next day there were students giving Alyssa Nott a wide birth. It wasn't as incredibly wide spread as it might grow to be, but the events of the previous bond fire was already hot gossip considering what had been done to the 6th year prefect. More than that Fergus's rat being turned to stone spread all through the school like wildfire. It had caused such a scene, and everyone agreed that the only individual it made any sense to do anything so cruel or mean had to be Alyssa who had been given a bone to pick with Fergus. As Alyssa moved along the hallways on her way to the great hall a wide birth had been given to her by nearly every student she passed. Almost as if there was a bubble around her separating her from the rest of the students in the school.<br><br>Annoyance rattle the prefects features as they continued to do so. The worse culprits were a couple of first years that hadn't watched where they were going and bumped into Alyssa absentmindedly. The look on their features were wide eyed and they quickly parted from Alyssa's side running in the opposite direction like they had just run into a werewolf or some other dark creature.<br><br>"Ooh come off it!" Alyssa barked after them, only serving to cause the first years to flee all the faster from her direction. Alyssa stopped walking and found that the bubble continued to form around her even if she wasn't herself moving and it was all the 6th year could do not to bark at the rest of them as well. Already assigning guilt before a single fact had been discovered. Typical, didn't matter the darkest wizard in history, with a penchant for using unforgivable curses was a half-blood. All anyone wanted to do was think the worst of pure-bloods. <br><br>She continued along the hallway moving towards The Great Hall Peeves the Poltergeist had taken up a position high near the ceiling waiting for students to start arriving from the starwells and walking towards the door. From his position there he had taken hold of balloons he had personally filled will slime and was tossing them at any student whom he could land, and was proving to be quite a good shot. <br><br>Unfortunately for Alyssa who had already been covered in several types of goo in the last twenty four hours she was no exception and paying to much mind to the students who were treating her as if she was the walking plague she got smacked straight in the head as a balloon of slime erupted all over her, causing her to stop. In the middle of the hall and shivering with rage as what happened to her washed over her senses.<br><br>"<strong>Oooooo it's Naughty Notty! Watch out or she'll cover you in goo and hex you too</strong>!" The Gleeful voice of Peeves rang from his hiding spot.<br><br>"Peeves!" Alyssa yelled pausing only to take a deep breath as her eyes closed in obvious anger overtaking. "You pest get down here now!" <br><br>Peeves response was throwing another balloon in Alyssa's direction and blowing a raspberry in her direction. Alyssa was quick to pull her wand out and deflect the balloon instead having it crash into a neaby wall.<br><br>"I swear I'll give you a second after life you bloody wretch," she yelled at cast aside a third balloon. This time accidentally striking a student trying to run past the warzone and covering them in the same slime she'd been covered in.<br><br>"<strong>Oooo, Naughty Notty, she'll cover you in goo and hex you too</strong>," Peeves called out again to a echo of laughter into the hall.<br><br>"I've had enough! I'm not going to suffer another year of your nuisance." Alyssa said she yelled back at the poltergeist who couldn't be less bothered by her threats. Two more balloons were cast at her, and they both were turned away, creating a much greater mess than had been there previously. <br><br>"That's it! I'm going to go find the Baron and demand he teach his wretched dog manners, or the Baron will suffer every bit as I have." She huffed, swiftly turning back on her heel and marching the other direction. Making a b-line straight towards the Astronomy tower where it was well known the Baron enjoyed clanking and moaning. <br><br>"<strong>Naughty Notty, Naughty Notty, ooooo, she'll cover you in goo and hex you too</strong>." Peeves merrily called after her, before hucking what was left of his balloons at the uncoming students trying to make their way to dinner.<br><br><br><hr><br><strong>MOOD MUSIC:</strong> Intense version of Harry Potter Theme (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJ-Kqn5YM7M)<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">~Some Time Later~</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br>In spite of the chaos that had taken place before dinner, dinner proceeded the same as normal. No great fights broke out, most were just gossiping about Peeves and snickering about how he managed to catch Alyssa. There were more then a couple laughs, and to the pleasure of most Alyssa Nott never seemed to make it back, and as such there were precious few being coy about their conversations. A few particularly enthusiastic Gryffindors took the time to give a play by play with a couple handfuls of mashed potatoes, before using a spell to clean themsleves off. One of them doubling over laughing, and the other houses joining in about it as they did so. <br><br>It wasn't until students began to finish their meals and head back into the castle and towards their dorm that any commotion was made again. This time a dreadful cry filling and echoing off the walls of The Great Hall.<br><br>"<strong>It's the Bloody Baron</strong>!" Someone exclaimed at the doorway. <br><br>"<strong>Merlin's Breath! It <em>is</em> the Bloody Baron! How did they do that to him</strong>!"<br><br>Suddenly there would be a big push to get into the halls as students tried to squeeze back to get a look at the sight of the Baron. Standing in the middle of the Entrance was a likeness Statue of the Bloody Baron. Except he had been turned to stone, his chains and alls, groaning in despair as he stood routed to the ground. Around the Baron was a message glowing in the air hanging just above him in crimson lettering as if etched in blood was a message, and a warning. <br><br><div align="center">(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180816/ed7266bd1450cce345b6d36688fdc6a1.png)<br>(https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180816/8f0c4f15e0f81599959b84281cbbbb0b.png)<br>(https://images.ctfassets.net/bxd3o8b291gf/5rc2IcsjQsY8saQ2SAKQew/579742d2bf2d7e42b61a04f427220c38/Pottermore-1-Bloody_Baron-5AW.jpg?w=665&amp;h=665&amp;fit=thumb&amp;f=center&amp;q=85)</div></div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lux89</strong> on <strong>18-08-2018, 17:12:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e8/OrionRav3.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>NAME:</strong> Orion Reed (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14118324#msg14118324)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> Casual, yellow shirt, headphones (https://i.pinimg.com/originals/19/33/d2/1933d2db3f20faa814846f42b81ccf0c.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Half<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Alder, Dragon Heartstring, 10 in, Whippy<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: Ravenclaw, First<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Bright and early <br><strong>Location:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>Content:</strong> Romantic comedy! <br><strong>Theme:</strong> Would you still be in love baby? &lt;3 (https://youtu.be/MEITcMfvn0Y)<br><strong>Tagging:</strong> <em>Finley! Preston!</em></span><br><hr><br>Through these long and bright corridors, Orion Reed jammed to headphones and bopped to an old but infectious love song. His brows raised back at raised brows, and his lowered closing eyes told them haters he don't give a fuck what a fool in love he looked. No, he had to dance! And danced away down the halls he did in his yellow shirt, weaving around students, staff, elves, and owls. He had spun and slid as if on air, then rocked and gyrated hips, tapping shoes. Orion mouthed loosely and animatedly along with words blaring from his ears. <em>(Baby have some trustin, trustin! When I come in lustin, lustin!) </em> His head shimmied to the right, shimmied to left. A girl had to laugh, and he licked his teeth and winked at her, taking his sweet grand ol' time heading towards the buzzing Great Hall. This was a new day entirely.<br><br>Orion gaily strutted and subtly danced -- he just could not stop -- collecting a plate abundant of breakfast foods that a teacher eyed his way, as if to ask him if he was really going to eat all of that and warned him he had better not waste a thing. He mumbled, mouthful of muffin and yogurt, that he was absolutely starving, darling. <em>(I wonder if I take you home, would you still be in love baby?) </em> He washed down with tangy lemonade. He looked around hoping his boyfriend was still here. He spotted at the back of the grandiose room Finley and Preston chatting away.<br><br>Seeing the Finisher again spiked his dopamine, and oh Orion was in love at every sight all over again. He set his food aside and hugged Finley from behind, arms under arms, pecking on his left cheek before pecking on the other, snagging briefly his earlobe in between his teeth. Orion hummed with pleasure and while he sat down, he fished a rose out of thin air. He frowned at its deep redness and shook it until it looked just right, all kinds of colors spilling over each other, awash with everlasting change. A fragrant rainbow rose, presented for his sweetie and his sweetie alone. <br><br>He chuckled and waved at Preston. With his wand, he scratched fire into the air: <strong>MORNING DUDES!</strong><br>The words were slow to burn up, scattering high in glowing ashes, reminiscent of last night's bonfire. <br><br>He plucked a savory strawberry and softly chewed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Hogwarts: The Next Generation The Great Hall Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swashbuckler</strong> on <strong>27-08-2018, 12:55:37</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/ec/Preston_Huff_3.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong> Preston Chadwick III (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=284413.msg14061020#msg14061020)<br><strong>WEARING:</strong> &nbsp;Rumpled version of this (https://static1.squarespace.com/static/55655cb9e4b0605469514b06/5a638821652dea21c637c278/5a638821f9619ad9da6a559f/1516472358749/JoeKeery-7.jpg)<br><strong>Blood Status:</strong> Pureblood<br><strong>Wand</strong>: Redwood and has a core of Dragon Heartstring<br><strong>House/Year</strong>: First Year, Hufflepuff<br><strong>Date</strong>: Saturday, 30 September 2017<br><strong>Time/Day:</strong> Too early<br><strong>LOCATION:</strong> Great Hall<br><strong>CONTENT:</strong> Say WHAT?!<br><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Finley<br><hr>Despite his own very real predicament, and the fact that they were really not much closer to figuring out how to storm Cece’s gates, the way that Preston leaned back with a cat’s grin showed that he was sudden very much enjoying himself.&nbsp; &nbsp;Indeed, for all of his frustrations, Preston had never one to get down or dwell on his troubles long,&nbsp; especially when something so very fun like his best mate getting completely flustered presented itself.&nbsp; Finley was, after all, usually the more reserved, and definitely cleverer of the two, while Preston tended to feel things in the extreme in the moment, only to forget them and move on moments later.<br><br>With his bordering on evil grin in place, Preston pushed aside the rest of his meal, more than happy to let the house elves of Hogwarts do their jobs.&nbsp; “Why, who is this Finley Clark in front of me?&nbsp; Full of sage advice, yet careless with his words?” Preston asked, rather over doing the wide eyed look of surprise that he gave his mate.&nbsp; “Hmmm, perhaps that’s it.&nbsp; Those years of blockage, clear at last, have freed your mind.&nbsp; Alas, they seem to have taken your filter with them!”<br><br>Ready to go into vivid and mortifying detail about Finley’s freudian slip, Preston instead spotted Orion entering the Great Hall looking even more rumpled than he did, and <em>dancing</em> of all things.&nbsp; Raising an eyebrow, there was no accounting for taste - something he was sure people said about him!, Preston worked on keeping the rest of the expression the same until the other Ravenclaw was hugging Fin.&nbsp; &nbsp;“And here is the man responsible now!&nbsp; Morning Orion, and just let me say, I am thrilled with the changes you’ve brought out in old Fin here.&nbsp; And in such a short time as well!”&nbsp; Yes indeed, Preston was ALL grins.<br>
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