The Ravenclaw Table 2022-2023

--- Date: 01/09/22 || Time: 19:50 ---

Outfit: School robes, tie untied

The adrenaline left Sophia's system in an underwhelming rush as she realized what she'd just done. She'd just cast Incendio at another person, outside of a duel, in the Great Hall. Sure, it'd been self defense, but wasn't that a bit far even so?

A sharp whistle pulled Sophia from her thoughts, followed by a shout.

"Aye Dios Mío, the voice shouted, THAT'S ENOUGH!"

Sophia's heart dropped in her chest as she noticed the prefect badge on the older Slytherin girl standing there. That wasn't good at all, but surely after explaining herself, she could get out of this unscathed?

With that optimistic thought in her mind, Sophia had to fight the smirk that threatened to surface as she watched the prefect order Faye down. The smirk fell away as quickly as it had come when the prefect confiscated hers and Gem's wands. She didn't want to give hers up, but she didn't exactly want to argue with a prefect. She was already caught up in this whole misunderstanding.

"Once this feast was over, stay put where you are! The three of you are in detention. Congrats by the way for ruining others' cheerful night," the prefect said, and Sophia felt a bit guilty, but it still wasn't her fault! She'd been defending herself from Faye's aggression!

"No, no, you don't understand! I wasn't-" she attempted to explain, but her protests were cut off as a detention slip with her name on it was thrust into her hands. Oh geez.

As she realized that she was, in fact, getting detention, and that there was no way she could possibly argue her way out of it, Sophia did the one thing that came natural to her.

She broke down and cried. Hard.

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If you are at the table and wanna RP being affected by Sophia's botched Flipendo in anyway, feel free

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@Cassandra Ironwoods || @Gemima Sable || @Faye Simmons

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@Regina Miller || @Kim Sato || @Colin McCoire

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A piercing whistle cut through the air. "That's enough!"
Gem stalled and looked round to see a very pissed off Slytherin prefect marching towards them.
Wait-- a prefect?? She watched as Faye was ordered down from her perch on the bench. Dread filled the remaining spaces in her stomach. There went her appetite.

Next thing she knew, Gem was exchanging her wand for a detention slip. She stared dumbly at the piece of parchment, hardly daring to believe its implications.
"This can't be happening." she mumbled. She collapsed back onto the bench, still gazing at the slip. It certainly looked like the real thing. Merlin, she was in deep shit, wasn't she?
Sophia was loudly protesting, but it was in vain. Then she dissolved into choking sobs.

Gem's heart was heavy in her chest. She walked over and gently draped herself over the weeping girl.
"Hey Soph, Soph. Don't cry. Please, you're going to make me cry." She rubbed soothing circles on her friend's shoulders, but sure enough, thick tears began to streak down her cheeks.
She felt so damn exhausted. Gem stole a quick glance over at Faye and narrowed her eyes. She was the one who had started everything. They were just acting in self defense.

Students were starting to clear out of the hall now.
The prefect returned then, with mops and buckets in hand. Gem suppressed a groan. Of course.
She sniffled and bit down on her lower lip as a new, horrible realization overtook her.
Mum and Dad are going to murder me.

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@Sophia Nelson | @Faye Simmons | @Cassandra Ironwoods

✩ The Ravenclaw Table ✩

𝒟𝒶𝓉𝑒: September 1st, 2022
𝒯𝒾𝓂𝑒: Early to Mid-Evening
𝐿𝑜𝒸𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃: The Great Hall, Hogwarts School
𝒩𝑜𝓉𝒶𝒷𝓁𝑒 𝑀𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈: @Cyrus Sunder

The day and evening so far almost seemed to be like some kind of dream that the young muggle-born student would awaken from at any moment. Since discovering the whole new world and who she truly was meant to be a few months previous time seemed to blend together and now she was here, and it was truly happening yet boy how much things had changed in her life in the sake of just three months. From travelling on the Hogwarts Express to sitting in a series of small boats to make her entrance to the place she now called home, Alora was more than overwhelmed after everything that she had experienced that day so far and the evening only seemed to be starting.

With what seemed to be the beginnings of a food fight underway further down the table between a group of students clearly older than herself the young first year couldn’t help but conceal a light chuckle clearly amused by the antics. Was Hogwarts always going to be like this? Before to long the young blonde found her attention torn between the girls and the remaining students being sorted when suddenly a male voice would bring her attention back to focus with the introduction of Cyrus Sunder as he exclaims how she is condemned to be with the ‘nerds’ for the rest of eternity.

“Well now… it could be worse we may be boring but at least we’re kind” Alora chuckled a little extending her hand out in greeting towards the boy politely. “Well, I think I am at least… I’m Alora by the way” she smiles brightly before instantly falling silent as her attention is once more drawn back to the food fight but this time at the approach of a brunette female dressed in green and black robes as she gives those involved detention. “Someone’s in trouble” she whispers under her voice a little nervous before trying to act naturally.

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Open to Interactions also Sorry for the delay Cyrus i've been dealing with some issues in real life.

After stepping down off of the stool and walking over to the table of people clapping, clearly flustered, I sat down and shrank into myself as much as possible. Everyone seemed to know each other already apart from the handful of new students that were sorted here before me. I hadn't made any friends yet. To be honest, I just wanted this all to be over. There are way too many people in here and my anxieties were telling me that absolutely everyone was staring at me and whispering things to each other. A quick glance around proved that wasn't the case. Who did I think I was? Why would they care? I relaxed a little at this discovery. I turned back to the front of the hall and watched the rest of the sorting.

After a little while, another kid got sorted into Ravenclaw. I clapped along with everyone else and, along with everyone else, mumbled out a small "congratulations" as they came over to sit down in an awkward attempt to be seen as semi-sociable. Over time I loosened up almost entirely, even starting to enjoy myself. I looked up at the ceiling of the hall in awe at how the sky seemed to look so real. One day I want to be able to do magic like that, I thought, but first things first;

My stomach growled.

I'm hungry.

Nessa didn't quite yet understand what was happening. They knew only that as the Sorting Hat ws placed on their head they were certain they would throw up. They'd seen children go before them and believed that it was safe, but they had also seen them walk up there with confidence. Heard them speak on the train and even as they waited for their names to be called. Claiming parent's houses to be passed down. Sounding so certain where Nessa hardly managed to pronounce the names correctly. The hat took no time, Nessa had watched it barely touch hair before shouting out an answer or taking five minutes of silence before a house was decided. For Nessa it was two minutes, they counted. Two minutes of thinking hard for the right house, listing qualities they thought they had that would keep them in familiar territory. The hat had joked about trying too hard for a muggleborn. Nessa asked what a muggle was and it laughed. Then made it's choice. They were in Ravenclaw. From what the hat had muttered through their sorting it sounded right. They were excited to learn, craving more knowledge on the world they now belonged to. The hat itself was odd, it was a talking hat for gods sake! One that seemed to enjoy calling out their doubts to the crowds. What was probably meant to come off as encouragement or reassurance came out sounding like taunts ands teasing. And yet when it shouted "RAVENCLAW" the table in blue clapped and cheered. Stumbling down the stairs to fit themself into a free space. There was welcomes and promises of being the best house. A few claiming to have sensed it though those were shoved away and told to save it for Divination class (there was a divination class. their gran had a set of tarot cards she'd played with before. never learning the meanings). They cursed under their breath a word no eleven year old should speak but their gran had never seen the difference between "bad" words and "good" words. They gave each member of their house that spoke a small smile and a nod, tucking close to the table and behind the crowding bodies. Attention leaving them once a new name was called. Nessa felt their breath catch with the rest of the hall. The excitement of the sorting, waiting with baited breath for another body to cram in next to them or drift to the opposite side of the room. Would they be a real wizard? Understanding what was actually happening or would they be like them? Raised with magic as stories and childish beliefs not as something so common as to have entire schools for it. For now they tried to enjoy the peace with the attention pointed towards someone else.

After the whole exciting but exhausting day, Sara finally got sorted. Now she knows where she belongs: in the house of Ravenclaw, where creative, clever, sharp, and wise minds sit and study. And talk and hang out. She never thought of herself as clever, or wise. She knew she was a tiny bit smarter than her peers, but she never boasted about it. And the Hat has decided she would be the best in Ravenclaw so who is Sara to argue with a hundreds-year-old hat...

It still all felt like a dream to muggle-born Sara. She knew nothing about magic so this day and all the events were magnificent for her. It was like she was transported into another world full of wonders she never could even dream of. She sensed this new chapter of her life is going to be wonderful.

Sara now went to the Ravenclaw table where her older fellow housemates sat with blue and bronze ties adorning their uniforms. She didn't realise how hungry she was from all the anxiety and excitement from the first day at Hogwarts! She assumed she had to wait for all the first-years to be sorted for dinner to begin. Ahh, she can't wait!

As Sara was sitting at the table, hungry and very much exhausted, she was thinking to herself: Am I satisfied with my sorting? Am I happy? Relieved maybe? Well, I'm happy that I'm not in Slytherin, Ravenclaw seems just fine. Maybe I'll be better in Hufflepuff because I'm kinda timid and kind-hearted, but alright. It's okay. - Sara concluded.

The Sorting went on and it just got to the letter D... It's going slowly as a snail's trail... But Sara glanced at a girl who just set next to her. She wanted to ask her about her name and maybe talk to her about magic and the day they have behind them. She was a bit anxious and tired, but she could use making a friend now. She decided to ask her what's her name and maybe talk to her if she's up to it. She turned to her and asked:

Hey, I'm glad you got sorted into Ravenclaw. I'm Sara. What's your name?

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After her sorting, she sat with her house. Now, this is not something she was excited for. Meeting new people.

Faye has never been the best with new people, always awkward at first and not making much of a conversation. To fill this friendlessness of her's she would read, but at this current moment, she couldn't. She didn't have the strength or willingness to introduce herself in the past, but maybe she could try this one time. She also kind of promised her Grandmother she would make friends.

Though she would have to cough up the courage first. Faye played with the sleeves of her robes and stared at the table in front of her. What if she embarrassed herself first try and no other first years would want to be her friend, and there was absolutely no way was she talking to any older students. Faye mentally shivered at the thought. she glanced down the table towards the older years, as well as the first years, seeing that some have already made friends and are talking to each other.

Her shoulders slumped slightly, maybe she was going to be the odd one out, always in the corner reading a book. NO! Faye yelled mentally determined, she wasn't going to be left out, not this time, so maybe just this once will she introduce herself. she gave a big inhale and turn towards the Ravenclaw that sat next to her.

"Hello, I'm Faye Quinelly" her voice wispy and quiet.

She had been sorted into the same house as her brother. She wanted to sit next to him but there was not enough room so as she passed her brother, he pushed a small box into her hand as she went and sat down near the far end of the table. She started opening the box in it was a ribbon that had a charm on it that would change it to whatever color. It had changed to blue the same color as her house. She smiled down at her brother who wasn't even looking her way. She then put it in her hair using it as a high ponytail holder.

She then looked around and suddenly confusion started to consume her wait why did the sorting hat put me here? I'm not smart like my brother? I don't want to teach people. I don't read as much as my brother. So why did it put me here? She felt so confused she didn't know why it wanted to put her there. But she was standing by what she said to it. She was going to trust the hats decision. She was a part of Ravenclaw, and she would do her best to make the house proud.

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| 09/01/22 | Time: dinner | Interactions: closed | English | Irish (Gaeilge) |
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I had been sorted in to Ravenclaw. When the sorting hat screamed Ravenclaw, [Located here] I froze. I had no idea to react. Don’t get me wrong, Ravenclaw is a great house, and I’m very lucky to be in it, but I wanted Hufflepuff. Hufflepuffs are loyal and kind and I was loyal and kind. Ravenclaw are nerds who are so smart and creative. I fall more under the Hufflepuff category. I have no idea why the sorting hat thought it was a good idea to put me in Ravenclaw.

My dad had been in Ravenclaw. We had nothing in common, except we both have brown hair. My dad divorced my mum when I was five and we moved away from him. I never really asked him about his time in Ravenclaw, and my mum had forbid me to write him letters.

I plopped down at the table and tried my best to not scream and cry. The sorting took hours and when it was finally over, golden place settings magically appeared. All the first years around me looked scared, but surprised at the magic. Suddenly huge plates of food appeared any my mouth watered, reminding me how hungry I was. I grabbed a chicken leg and some mashed potatoes. I made a small pile of peas on my plate. There was so much good food and I was not going to only eat vegetables. I ate until felt full, which turned out to be a huge mistake.

I wanted to lean back in my chair, but it was a bench, so I couldn’t do that. I looked around the table, at all of the other first years. I was thinking about who seemed nice enough to talk to, but the food disappeared, and a few seconds later deserts began popping up on the table. I smiled and reached for the closest plate of tarts, even though I was full.

When everyone was full the plates magically disappeared and one by one each table got up and started on the walk up to their common rooms. The Ravenclaw prefects led us all the way up to the Ravenclaw tower and in to the common room. It was time for me to select my dorm.

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Cynthia held her head up high — for she had been sorted into the house she belonged to, and took a seat in the Ravenclaw table. Many people were smiling at her and she returned them the favour. She beamed, but told herself to remain proper, ‘Hello, housemates, my name is Cynthia. Nice to meet you all!’ People were looking over to her, but in a good way. It was rare, but she started to enjoy the attention.
When Headmaster Lear finished his welcoming speech, the whole table dug into the food. Different people were eating different things, for they could wish the food they wanted onto their plate. Cynthia had some French delicacies, which she had always enjoyed. A girl smiled at her, ‘Delicious, isn’t it?’ Cynthia returned the smile and nodded politely. The girl was a first year as well.
Cynthia wiped her mouth quite delicately with a napkin. The food and plates disappeared after everyone has finished. The prefects asked the new students to follow them to the common rooms. Cynthia couldn’t help but feel excited. She smiled, once more, at her soon-to-be friends, her housemates, her family, and her new interesting life at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She followed the prefect.