- Messages
- 84
- OOC First Name
- Pheeb
- Blood Status
- Muggleborn
- Relationship Status
- Too Young to Care
- Wand
- Straight 15 Inch Flexible Aspen Wand with Basilisk Skin Core
- Age
- 07/2047 (12)
There was no way it had been an entire year since Ewan had joined the school. It had flown so fast that the Gryffindor had barely had a moment to process being a "newbie" let alone be welcoming more students in that would soon be taking his place as a fresh faced first year. He'd not been sure whether or not to attended the sorting ceremony, but it seemed that decision was made for him, and the second year had been more or less forced to watch as the new starters were given their houses. Of course there was no one there that he recognised, but as the new Gryffindors made their way across the hall to their seat at his table, Ewan knew that it would be daunting for some that had no idea what to expect.
Ewan didn't like that. He didn't like that people here were expected to make the school their home for the next few years and yet the sorting ceremony was such a formal event. How could it feel homely when it felt as though you were being paraded in front of the school and judged immediately, before anyone including the hat got to know who you were? As soon as he was able, Ewan set himself up outside the Great Hall, hoping to make the first years feel more welcomed on their way out the ceremony. Before they had a chance to check out their common rooms, he wanted to make sure that they felt as though they could relax, have fun even. Whenever a small student that he didn't recognize walked past, he was ready to throw a water balloon straight at their robes. Regardless of whether they were dressed in their newly purchased robes or were soon headed to their first lessons of the year, Ewan wanted to make sure they were broken in the best way he knew how; the fun way. It wasn't long before another student that fit the bill came out the great hall, and aiming towards his next target, he launched a water balloon straight at her torso, hoping for it to explode on impact.
Ewan didn't like that. He didn't like that people here were expected to make the school their home for the next few years and yet the sorting ceremony was such a formal event. How could it feel homely when it felt as though you were being paraded in front of the school and judged immediately, before anyone including the hat got to know who you were? As soon as he was able, Ewan set himself up outside the Great Hall, hoping to make the first years feel more welcomed on their way out the ceremony. Before they had a chance to check out their common rooms, he wanted to make sure that they felt as though they could relax, have fun even. Whenever a small student that he didn't recognize walked past, he was ready to throw a water balloon straight at their robes. Regardless of whether they were dressed in their newly purchased robes or were soon headed to their first lessons of the year, Ewan wanted to make sure they were broken in the best way he knew how; the fun way. It wasn't long before another student that fit the bill came out the great hall, and aiming towards his next target, he launched a water balloon straight at her torso, hoping for it to explode on impact.