The Slytherin Table 2022-2023

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To say she was mortified was an understatement. Was this some kind of joke? A sick prank pulled on a first year or two? Surely something was to be explained, as Slytherin was certainly not where a Selwyn belonged. Hadn't everyone known that? The Professors of all people must, given the rest of her family had attended this ceremony just as she had. Though unlike their fearful daughter, they had all managed to find themselves in Gryffindor. It was tradition. It was routine. It was completely undeniable. Maeve had been so sure, done everything right, she'd done everything right! So very right in fact that she hadn't even worried upon arrival, instead charming as ever as she awaited her name.

So then why was she here? Why instead was she approaching the green-robed table stiffly with staggered breathing as if she'd faint right there, rather than skipping merrily to the table that beamed with life?

She could sense the eyes on her, or was it only in her head? Did she look as out of place as she felt? Maybe she did fit in with the crowd for a moment, her typical warm aura instead replaced by an unfamiliar gloom. It just wasn't real, it could not possibly be real. Though as she took a seat shakily by another, hands clasped in her lap as though to stop from trembling, her brown eyes pierced the old hat being set atop a fellow peer. It was true. And suddenly the bitter truth had taken quite the toll on her appetite, blonde tresses shielding her eyes of shame as she stared quietly at the ground.

The Noble House of Theramin

Outfit Reducio White undershirt Green vest with embroidered texture Tie with the same texture Black suit Green handkerchief with the same embroidered texture. With Slytherin Robe over	Languages English Parseltongue French Hebrew Spanish Thoughts	Age 14
Mentioning @Maeve Selwyn	Location Great Hall	IC Date 9/1/202

The Beginning of the Year Feast

It was his third year once again but people would not be truly aware of that until his lack of appearance was noted in classes. He was sitting in the Slytherin table when he heard the name Maeve Selwyn being called out for sorting. He was not too interested in the affairs of the sorting as he had already made his place here in the house but his ears slightly perked as he heard the hat call out the house of snakes. As he saw her walk towards the table, Tristan noted the shock on her face and the lack of joy. He considered what the reason for such could be, and the conclusion he came to was the lack of desire to be in Slytherin. Of course, some families still told their children that Slytherin meant evil, but this stereotype was of course not true. As she came closer, Tristan said out loud to her, “Your name is Maeve, I presume… You don’t seem too joyful at your joining of this house. I am Tristan of the Noble House of Theramin. May I ask what it is that is bothering you?” He gently said these words, bowing towards her and gently smiling. He wasn’t truly interested in her answer, but he could act the part of a Prince if he wanted to.