The Gryffindor Table 2025-2026

Date: Monday, September 1st, 2025
Time: Evening

It was a shaky and miserable (though notably short) walk to the Gryffindor table. Crowded and loud and giddy. Pyce found a free space as quickly as possible and sat down. They weren’t particularly hungry. They didn’t want to even stay here. They wanted to go to wherever their new room was and unpack. Maybe find a library and sit between the shelves until everything felt normal again.

Pyce was so completely sick to their stomach. Their eyes stung and their throat felt tight. Everything was wrong and Pyce did not want to be here. They didn’t know any Gryffindors! Their mom was Slytherin, their aunts were Ravenclaw and another Slytherin! Gryffindor. Why did it have to be Gryffindor? They honestly would have been happier anywhere else. Slytherin or Ravenclaw preferably, but-

Pyce bit their lower lip and squeezed their eyes shut. They tried to focus on their breathing to no avail. They were shivering slightly. It was just too much. Too many people, too much noise, and exactly none of the things that would help. Hecate and Mori were at the Slytherin table. Stella wasn’t even here and-

Pyce coughed. It was better than the sob building up in the back of their throat. Especially when they could feel a few pairs of eyes on them. At least most people were still paying attention to the ceremony.

WC: 228	Interacting With: Nobody yet
Extra Notes: Reducio Pyce is a bit of a mess right now, sorry. They were just sorted	Outfit: Reducio School uniform with a red sweater vest over a collared shirt under the robe. There is a red dragon pin on their robe where their house crest will be

"Curiousssss..." Pyce heard hissed from somewhere nearby. They shrunk in on themself just a bit more. They had really hoped they hadn't made too much of a spectacle. But clearly- Pyce froze completely. That- wasn't English. In fact, that wasn't a human language at all. Not really. Honestly, they would have questioned it less if they weren't sitting at a feast. If Pyce had known pets were allowed to dine with them, they would have brought Horrorcow. She would have been great company. She was probably waiting for them wherever their new dorm would be.

Just as Pyce was about to look up, to find the snake they had so clearly heard, another voice, this one in English, spoke up.

"Would you pass the soft rolls?" Pyce shakily looked up and saw an older Gryffindor. He had a snake coiled around his left arm. An Emerald Gazer. Pyce liked Emerald Gazers. Just seeing it was a bit grounding. Even if Pyce didn't know this snake, it was a familiar looking snake.

Pyce realized they had been staring and quickly searched for the rolls. Right in front of them. Ah. Made sense. Pyce took a single roll for themself before they passed the plate off to the other student.

"Um, h-here." Pyce handed over the rolls. And then, after a beat, "I like your snake. What's their name?" Their voice was just a bit squeaky, just a bit tight. They probably shouldn't have said anything at all, but honestly, if Pyce could just focus on the snake, have just one normal conversation, they could probably pull themself together until the end of the feast.

WC: 273	Interacting With: @Kim Sato
Extra Notes: Reducio N/A	Outfit: Reducio School uniform with a red sweater vest over a collared shirt under the robe. There is a red dragon pin on their robe where their house crest will be

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Date: Monday, Sep 1, 2025. Time: Evening (7 pm ish)

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A year has passed. A year since Hana's sorting ceremony has passed. She remembers the time when she thought she's going to get sorted in Slytherin, like her father and brother, but well, she's here, a second year Gryffindor. Last year, she met quite a few friends, mostly just trying to survive school, attending classes and doing homework like a good student. This year, she hopes it'll be more fun.

Entering the familiar Great Hall, she found a spot at the Gryffindor table and plopped down. Boring Hana thinks to herself, the sorting ceremony was quite boring if you are not the one who's getting sorted, but not going to lie, Hana's still intrigued about the result of the sorting. She sat there, resting her head on her chin, sometimes, stretching her arm to get that apple or a piece of pastry in front of her. When will this end? That pops up in her mind almost every 2 seconds.

Sighs. Time flew so fast

Looking at the new first years waiting in line in the Great Hall, looking around the hall like it's the most fascinating thing in the world, and it's true she can clearly remember every step she took last year. Well, it's time to move on. I've got a whole entire year waiting ahead of me. And I'm here, stirring up all the chaos. People will remember me for that. And that's exactly what I want.

Focusing back to the present time, she just takes another food in front of her, looking at the first years who are getting sorted. Whenever someone pass by, Hana will just simply smiles politely and maybe say 'hi' to someone she knows.

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Date: Monday, Sep 1, 2025. Time: Evening (7 pm ish)

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Hana sat there, still biting the apple, looking at the front of the Great Hall, where all the new first years are clustered, she always called them the new ones, because she really still couldn't process the fact that she's a second year now, but talking about the maturity, she can sometimes be worse than a first year. Looking at the huge crowd of the first years and waiting as the millionth first year go onto the stool and have the sorting hat placed on top of their head, she zoned out, thinking of the different chaos she's going to cause in this year, because she said that I didn't really use my time productively last year, like I was such a nerd in my first year, quoted from what she said in the holidays.

As she was zoning out like that, she heard her name, to be precise, her surname. Hana blinked twice and looked at the sorting hat. No way they're calling my name. I've been sorted. What do you mean I'm going to get sorted again? Or did I travel back in time? She shook her head, trying to clear things up because THAT is totally not possible. Looking around the table, she spotted someone looking straight at her. A girl with short jet black hair, though she's wearing the Gryffindor robes, Hana can see the vintage Victorian style coming from her. Hana recognised her, seen her a few times around the castle, and mainly because of her gothic style which stands out.

"Shepherd's pie, you say? Carver?" Hana reached out, but stopped. "You want a slice or the whole tray?" She added, faintly gesturing to the gigantic tray of shepherd pie, which, she thinks, one could not simply finish the whole thing with ease.