Ending Ceremony Year 2017-2018
Amanda sat down on the bench and swung her legs under the table, being careful not to whack anyone. She looked up and down the Ravenclaw table, searching for a friendly face. But Amanda didn’t have many friends, at least not in her house, so she slumped in her seat and listened to Professor Blackburn give his speech. I made it. I actually made it through my first year without dying of embarrassment or loneliness. Amanda had always had very few friends throughout her childhood, spending lots of time running around with her twin. But Johnny wasn’t here now; he was all the way over in America, attending Ilvermorny. Amanda felt a small pang in her chest when she thought about Johnny. She missed him terribly, although she would never admit that to his face. Oh well, he’ll be here next year.
Nothing eventful had happened to Amanda in her first year. Sure, there was the masked figure and all of that nonsense, but it had never directly affected Amanda. She had just kept a low profile and did good in her classes. Next year things will be different. The teachers and Prefects won’t know what hit them. Amanda snickered to herself. Starting in September, it’s mischief time.
Amanda perked up when she heard Professor Blackburn mention a summer trip. I think he means summer camp. There’s no way I’m missing out on that. Amanda had already owled her parents and asked permission as soon as she had found out. They, of course, said yes and Amanda couldn’t wait. Maybe I’ll make some friends there. Just maybe...
Nothing eventful had happened to Amanda in her first year. Sure, there was the masked figure and all of that nonsense, but it had never directly affected Amanda. She had just kept a low profile and did good in her classes. Next year things will be different. The teachers and Prefects won’t know what hit them. Amanda snickered to herself. Starting in September, it’s mischief time.
Amanda perked up when she heard Professor Blackburn mention a summer trip. I think he means summer camp. There’s no way I’m missing out on that. Amanda had already owled her parents and asked permission as soon as she had found out. They, of course, said yes and Amanda couldn’t wait. Maybe I’ll make some friends there. Just maybe...
“Oh, I may be on the side of the angels, but don't think for one second that I am one of them.”
~ Amanda Sparrow ~
Ending Ceremony Year 2017-2018
One whole year had gone by. She was amazed at how adventurous it had been. Of course her parents might be a little miffed with the fact that her grades where not up to par but that wasn’t anything she wouldn’t be used to.
Elia walked the marvelous halls towards the ceremony. She wore her cleanest robes (most of them where stained with food from mad dashes to class or spills from potions.) and her nicest shoes.
Elia felt a little sad. She hadn’t made many friends this year, but she had managed to meet some people. All in all it was a good year.
As she neared the doors to the ceremony, she hesitated. She wanted to go through the doors and onto another year, but a part of her wanted to stay the cute innocent little first year she was.
Elia squatted down and pondered to herself as other people walked in with loud happy voices. She traced her finger along the hem of her skirt as the number of people outside began to dwindle. Soon all she heard was quiet.
Elia was still outside when she heard the headmasters voice call out to the students. It was muffled but she listened. A couple kind words and some speeches. Announcement of the house cup. Ya da ya da ya da.
Soon scrapings of the benches where heard and Elia realized she had missed the whole ceremony. The doors burst open and the buzz of chatter started up again as students walked back to the dorms to pack. Elia has spent her morning packing and picking out clothes for the next day. She sat across the hall watching the number of students dwindle down.
Once all the students had gone, she tiptoed over to the doors of the hall. Inside, colorful banners hung in the rafters as well as the ever present floating candles. The sky was a brilliant blue up at the top of the hall.
Elia wandered over to her miserable seat at the Slytherin table closest to the teachers. She sat down and place her hands under her chin and looked up to the sky. Soflty she began to sing the Hogwarts Song.
“Hogwarts. Hogwarts. Hoggy warty Hogwarts. Teach us something please. Wether we be old and bald. Or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling. With some interesting stuff. For now their bare and full of air. Dead flies and lots of fluff. So teach us something worth knowing. Bring back what we forgot. Just do your best and we’ll do the rest and learn until our brains all rot.”
Elia walked the marvelous halls towards the ceremony. She wore her cleanest robes (most of them where stained with food from mad dashes to class or spills from potions.) and her nicest shoes.
Elia felt a little sad. She hadn’t made many friends this year, but she had managed to meet some people. All in all it was a good year.
As she neared the doors to the ceremony, she hesitated. She wanted to go through the doors and onto another year, but a part of her wanted to stay the cute innocent little first year she was.
Elia squatted down and pondered to herself as other people walked in with loud happy voices. She traced her finger along the hem of her skirt as the number of people outside began to dwindle. Soon all she heard was quiet.
Elia was still outside when she heard the headmasters voice call out to the students. It was muffled but she listened. A couple kind words and some speeches. Announcement of the house cup. Ya da ya da ya da.
Soon scrapings of the benches where heard and Elia realized she had missed the whole ceremony. The doors burst open and the buzz of chatter started up again as students walked back to the dorms to pack. Elia has spent her morning packing and picking out clothes for the next day. She sat across the hall watching the number of students dwindle down.
Once all the students had gone, she tiptoed over to the doors of the hall. Inside, colorful banners hung in the rafters as well as the ever present floating candles. The sky was a brilliant blue up at the top of the hall.
Elia wandered over to her miserable seat at the Slytherin table closest to the teachers. She sat down and place her hands under her chin and looked up to the sky. Soflty she began to sing the Hogwarts Song.
“Hogwarts. Hogwarts. Hoggy warty Hogwarts. Teach us something please. Wether we be old and bald. Or young with scabby knees. Our heads could do with filling. With some interesting stuff. For now their bare and full of air. Dead flies and lots of fluff. So teach us something worth knowing. Bring back what we forgot. Just do your best and we’ll do the rest and learn until our brains all rot.”
She finished the song and stood up a little glumly before walking out for the rest of the summer and back to her dorm where she sat and waited for the day to end.
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Ending Ceremony Year 2017-2018
He had spent most of his first year at hogwarts being hunted. There was no denying the relentlessness of some of his aggressors. Bean in particular seemed to have a rather large bone to pick with him. As did the legions of death witches that inhabited the school. He had been stabbed in the back by someone he thought was neutral, it had been made clear to him just where he stood in the hierarchy of friendships again and again. But the boy didn’t care, as long as he made it out the other side in one piece.
This was his life, what he was used to. He was used to things attacking him from all sides, he was used to the feeling that came with knowing you were close to death. He had almost drowned in a trophy, but still he survived. He had come into Hogwarts with the goal of gaining power, enough power to survive death. But that goal had fallen to the wayside. He would still gain power, to be sure. But his focus was now on two people he considered his friends.
Eris Fawley, Chaos-Born First-Avenger. It was a name she had earned. Hers tied to his, his tied to his grandfather whose name was tied to the conqueror of the 14th dark place. Thus the chain continued, but it wasn’t quite that simple. He was in charge of the girl, in a way. He would protect her. The first friend he had ever made, one of the first people he had ever talked to other than his grandfather. She was his greatest treasure, valued high above any other possession he could imagine owning.
The other was November, Deathmote-Kin. A creature that had somehow managed to infiltrate the school, the same way the death witches had. But he was a creature, something Kaegen cared about. And so the prefect had given November his name, linked them together. But he was never as worried about November as he was about Eris. November was smart, after all. And fast, almost invisible when he wanted to be. Almost like a more furtive version of himself.
Eris was the opposite. November was a shadow, Kaegen was mist and Eris was an inferno. Raging fires that attracted friend and foe alike. People surrounded her like moths drawn to a flame. It was a powerful flame, far stronger than he was. But it was still mortal, still able to be defeated. But she wouldn’t. She would not fall so long as he still walked.
Looking on from the outside, unbiased, seeing what the boy had done would shock some. He had done things most people would never even consider. Breaking a window and falling out of a tower to save a rock, inventing a new spell, doing battle with tableware, participating in an epic duel with an inanimate object and fighting off countless adversaries. Some were easy, like lights. Others were harder, like Airheat. He had helped to take care of the magical creatures, sustaining quite a few injuries, helped a random student fight a darkness he couldn’t see. It had been a difficult year full of more fighting and drama then a 11 year old boy should realistically be facing.
The take home message he got from this year was that other students should never, ever be trusted. He had been attacked too often. Gotten out of too many close encounters. Hogwarts seemed safe, but once you started to talk to people you realized that most of the students here made no sense at all.
For one thing, there were a lot of red heads. They were everywhere. There was one girl that was already nearing the end of her life span, white hair showing her failing health. He had no idea that there were so many different kinds of people, that people like that could even exist. He had met with people from across something called the ocean. Upon closer research he learned what that was. The ocean was the world's biggest lake, and it tasted of salt. But as wonderful as the world looked on a large scale, if you paid attention to what was going on around you it didn’t take long to find the hate and unpredictability.
That was fine, the whole world was like that. The entire world was full of dangerous magical swamps, full of poison and death, predators and prey. The only difference between Hogwarts and his home was that Hogwarts tried to hide it.
The boy didn’t have any regrets, and didn’t view Hogwarts ending as anything especially special. It happened, seasons changed. There was nothing you could do but prepare. And he was going to prepare. A lot.
This was his life, what he was used to. He was used to things attacking him from all sides, he was used to the feeling that came with knowing you were close to death. He had almost drowned in a trophy, but still he survived. He had come into Hogwarts with the goal of gaining power, enough power to survive death. But that goal had fallen to the wayside. He would still gain power, to be sure. But his focus was now on two people he considered his friends.
Eris Fawley, Chaos-Born First-Avenger. It was a name she had earned. Hers tied to his, his tied to his grandfather whose name was tied to the conqueror of the 14th dark place. Thus the chain continued, but it wasn’t quite that simple. He was in charge of the girl, in a way. He would protect her. The first friend he had ever made, one of the first people he had ever talked to other than his grandfather. She was his greatest treasure, valued high above any other possession he could imagine owning.
The other was November, Deathmote-Kin. A creature that had somehow managed to infiltrate the school, the same way the death witches had. But he was a creature, something Kaegen cared about. And so the prefect had given November his name, linked them together. But he was never as worried about November as he was about Eris. November was smart, after all. And fast, almost invisible when he wanted to be. Almost like a more furtive version of himself.
Eris was the opposite. November was a shadow, Kaegen was mist and Eris was an inferno. Raging fires that attracted friend and foe alike. People surrounded her like moths drawn to a flame. It was a powerful flame, far stronger than he was. But it was still mortal, still able to be defeated. But she wouldn’t. She would not fall so long as he still walked.
Looking on from the outside, unbiased, seeing what the boy had done would shock some. He had done things most people would never even consider. Breaking a window and falling out of a tower to save a rock, inventing a new spell, doing battle with tableware, participating in an epic duel with an inanimate object and fighting off countless adversaries. Some were easy, like lights. Others were harder, like Airheat. He had helped to take care of the magical creatures, sustaining quite a few injuries, helped a random student fight a darkness he couldn’t see. It had been a difficult year full of more fighting and drama then a 11 year old boy should realistically be facing.
The take home message he got from this year was that other students should never, ever be trusted. He had been attacked too often. Gotten out of too many close encounters. Hogwarts seemed safe, but once you started to talk to people you realized that most of the students here made no sense at all.
For one thing, there were a lot of red heads. They were everywhere. There was one girl that was already nearing the end of her life span, white hair showing her failing health. He had no idea that there were so many different kinds of people, that people like that could even exist. He had met with people from across something called the ocean. Upon closer research he learned what that was. The ocean was the world's biggest lake, and it tasted of salt. But as wonderful as the world looked on a large scale, if you paid attention to what was going on around you it didn’t take long to find the hate and unpredictability.
That was fine, the whole world was like that. The entire world was full of dangerous magical swamps, full of poison and death, predators and prey. The only difference between Hogwarts and his home was that Hogwarts tried to hide it.
The boy didn’t have any regrets, and didn’t view Hogwarts ending as anything especially special. It happened, seasons changed. There was nothing you could do but prepare. And he was going to prepare. A lot.
Shade-Beacon, Master of the Castle of Avarice