The Start of the Year Feast

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Roman tapped a long, scarred finger to his chin, his other hand cupping his elbow. The Great Hall, as he was told it was called, was cavernous and expertly decorated, presumably by the multitude of house-elfs in the lower chambers. Four long and battle scared, trestle tables filled the room. He stood on the raised dais, the tattered brown sorting hat sitting immobile on the three legged stool. How odd, to use this patched textile to determine the future of children. As he was alumni of Durmstrang, the use of the Sorting Hat had been an oddity to him when he had first learned of this tradition.

One by one, under the critical eye of the new headmaster, students filled the tables and the time for the Sorting had begun. Standing to the side of the podium, hand resting against the grained wood, Roman turned slightly cold eyes toward the masses. "Welcome," he began in his gravelly voice; quiet yet commanding. "This year shall see many changes. The first is that former Headmaster Nicolas King has returned to the Ministry. In turn, your Headmistress will be taking this school year off, using her maternity leave." He waited patiently as the murmurs spread through the hall. "I am Roman Ivo, Headmaster." He believed in keeping things short and to the point.

"I will call your name. You shall come forward, the hat will be placed on your head. Once you are sorted, join your new housemates at the appropriate table." Roman called out the first student and as the hat touched each small head, the oddity presented itself once more. It took a while for each to be placed within the house who would be their home for the next seven years. "Congratulations. I was told to inform you all not to venture into the Forbidden Forest, for any reason." Said sternly, he touched upon them with his slightly narrowed eyes. "I have come to understnad that there is a certain song that is sung at this school before this feast. I would now like the elder students to lead in its singing." Roman commanded, smirking quietly to himself at these silly traditions that did nothing for the school. He did quite enjoy, however, the students admitting that their 'heads could do with filling' and filled with only air, dead flies, and bits of fluff. "Now. Commence with the feast."

Withdrawing from the podium, Roman took his seat at the staff table.
(This is where elder students of Hogwarts, new transfers, and newly sorted students can mingle/react to sorting and start the 'year' off right.)
 
Patricia sat at the Hufflepuff table as she waited for the Sorting Ceremony to start. It was always a fun thing to watch, all the little first years looked so small and somewhat scared. Watching their tiny little faces look around at their new surroundings she laughed silently as she remembered when she was in their position. She had been so nervous and confused at the whole thing, but being a Muggleborn it would be expected, except she wasn't a Muggleborn. So much had happened her last year, she was determined to make this year different and while not boring, maybe less eventful as last year. Patricia had high hopes for this year, the biggest part being the fact she had been made Prefect. She smiled as she took a quick glance at her Prefect badge pinned proudly on her robes.

As she heard a voice from the front of the hall she lifted her head and saw a strange man at the podium. Frowning her eyebrows she wondered as to who he was and why he was there. Hearing that he was the new Headmaster, Patricia lightly shuck her head, then again it wouldn't be Hogwarts without there being the odd change in staff every year. Sighing she turned her eyes back to the new Headmaster as he started to call out the new first year's names. As they were all called up to the front of the hall and placed in their houses Patricia clapped and cheered along with her house mates when someone was put into Hufflepuff.

When the Sorting was over Patricia smiled at the new additions to the Hufflepuff house, noticing that they weren't all first years she was surprised at how many Transfers there was in the school, it seemed to grow more and more each year. Patricia quickly put that thought to the back over her mind and hearing the Headmaster tell them about the song she quickly joined in with the rest of the students. When the song was over Patricia laughed lightly at it for the simple fact of the words, amusing but singing out loud with the whole school was just amusing to the Hufflepuff 5th year. Still laughing with her friends she saw the food appear in front of them and without hesitation she started to fill her plate with all of the delicious food that the House Elves had provided, getting ready for the start of a new year.
 
Alyssa sat boredly next to her good friends Hadan Johnson and Nia as she patiently waited for the sorting for the first years to go under way, so far she had only been at the school for roughly a day and she still felt nothing like she had last year. No spark, no sense of authority, pretty much nothing felt different than it had for her during the long and painful summer. Not only had Alyssa been dumped but she was rejected by the one person who held her heart, and that hurt her far more than even the discovery of her mother being dead had. With a small sigh she turned and watched as the ceremony begun, it was all such a nostalgic moment for her now. She easily remember her first year, when she was down there getting sorted in front of all those people, she felt for them and wished them all the best, no matter what house they were in. So many of them that were sorted into Slytherin though looked like they lacked the part to be in such a powerful house, but then again...Alyssa trusted the sorting hat to make the right decision for the little brats.

"Time here is flying by so fast." She commented to those who could hear her when the ceremony was finished and all the little first years had joined their house tables, some of them even stared at Alyssa as they walked past which caused her to snort. Seemingly her Veela blood was attracting unwanted eyes already, that only meant that she still wasn't controlling it as well as she possibly could be. "I really hope this year starts to get better." Alyssa sighed and looked at her plate, inside she wished that Vincent would forgive her, that her brother would come back, and that everything would just get easier for her like it was supposed to be. Now Alyssa had bother her older brother Xavier and her aunt Effie to lean back on, she only wondered what it would really be liked with them at the school. They even had a new headmaster seeing as the old one was leaving for a year, apparently it was going to be a year full of changes.
 
Theodore fiddled with his lip ring as he tiredly listened to the new headmaster blab on to the first years about whatever he was blabbing about, it was all pointless to him because he had heard this speech five times already, and honestly he could care less to see where those kids got sorted because chances were he wasn't going to associate with any of them anyways. "Hmmm." As some were sorted into Slytherin he rolled his eyes at the thought, they were all probably going to be just as arrogant and dumb as he and all others were as first years happened to be, let's just hope they kept the drama and pranks this year to a minimum for once. His emerald green eyes shifted to Aleyha who was sitting next to him as he tried to find something else to say, but oddly enough he found himself to be silent and growing deeper into thought. Theodore had honestly thought that they weren't going to end up back at Hogwarts this year, but he didn't mind it either way. Glancing at Kaleb and Levi, who were both sitting next to him looking just about enthused as he was to be there.

Theodore's hand was gently clasped in Aleyha's as he continued to watch the students get sorted, holding hands with her was nothing big to him at all anymore because they had been surprisingly close all summer. "Every year this whole feast gets longer, I swear." He muttered to Aleyha as he huffed and flicked some of his hair away from his face, he leaned closer to her and sighed again, he was starting to get a headache from all the chatter going on around him.
 
Xavier was, to put it bluntly, extremely excited to be at a new school with a bunch of new faces and names for him to get used to. So far he only knew three people in the school and they happened to be; Alyssa, Theodore, and his aunt Effie whom was taking on the role of Arithmancy Professor for years five through seven, which was beyond awesome because she was creepily good at that subject. His icy blue eyes were fixed onto the sorting ceremony, he didn't have one of those at Beauxbatons so he found to to be the neatest little thing he had ever seen, he really wanted to keep that hat now. Being in Hufflepuff didn't bother him at all, he could care less about which house it was, as long as he belonged somewhere and got to see his adorable little siblings he didn't really care.

When the feast began he nudged some brown haired girl next to him, he swore he heard someone mention her name as Patricia before but he wasn't sure so he wouldn't try to address her by any name. "Hey girl, umm can you pass that please?" He pointed to some pudding and gave her a large pearly white smile as he tried to be as friendly as possible. She looked like a nice girl around his brothers age so maybe she knew him or something.
 
Aria thought it was extremely neat to see the students all getting sorted and such, since she was from Durmstrang she hadn't been sorted when she was a little first year. However no matter how interesting she found it to be her attention kept getting attracted by other things. One of them happened to be lazy blond haired boy who had his head down, he was sitting right next to her and gave her the overwhelming urge to take a nap as well, but she would wait until she was back up in her dorm room and unpacked before there would be any nap taking for her. "Oh...that talking hat is so cool." She breathed as she turned around to face the empty plates, the talking hat was so awesome that she was tempted to Owl her dad and ask for a talking hat of her own, too bad he was always working or she'd be writing letters to him pretty much every day she could.

Aria hoped she would make a lot of friends here, sure he could be a bit sly and cunning when she needed something, but deep down Aria only wanted to make friends and possibly have a lot easier time fitting in here than she did in Durmstrang when she got bullied all the time for being a little different than anyone else that went there. Before she turned back around she noticed people staring at the table in the general area she was sitting in and waved happily at them, maybe they would be kind enough to want to be her friend.

When Aria had waved at enough people she turned around and noticed that the lazy boy had lifted his head and wore a very sour look on his face, somehow she thought it sort of suited him and figured it was best if she didn't try to be all friendly with him just yet.
 
As Patricia continued to eat her meal and talk to her friends around her she started to think more about this year. After talking to Niccy about her future career path, or paths as it had turned out to be, she wanted to get a head start on things especially with her OWLs at the end of the year. Lifting her head after she finished her meal and before she started on her pudding, she looked over to the Gryffindor table to see if she if she could see Ruki. She had missed her friend over the holidays and was looking forward to catching up with him when the school year got back into the swing of things. Feeling someone give her a nudge she dropped her head back to the person who was sitting beside her, but she didn't know who he was. "Sure thing." she said with a sweet smile as she passed him the food item he indicated too. "You a transfer?" she asked, pretty sure he was a lot older than 10 or 11 and that she hadn't seen him around the Common before.
 
The beginning of the year feast was underway and the thought crossed Kat that this was her very last beginning of the year feast. It had been seven years since she had first walked through those giant doors in a single file line and took her turn to be seated on the stool and had the hat placed on her head. Gryffindor had been the hat's choice and it was there that the blue-eyed brunette had made her home since she had been eleven years of age and now here she sat as a seventeen year old young woman. It seemed almost unreal that her time at Hogwarts New Zealand would in a few short months all be coming to an end...she'd been through so much and made so many lasting relationships it was sad in a way.

As the newest headmaster for the school finished his speech Kat clapped for all her new housemates and even introduced herself to a few of them, noting that very shy timid look that several of them had on their faces and remembering that she too once wore that look. Taking a moment she seventh year Gryffindor prefect took a look around the Great Hall with a bright smile on her face. She met Chace's gaze and gave him a wink and a grin before blowing him a small kiss. It was going to be a great year...she could just feel it.
 
Nia sat beside Alyssa and Hilde as she watched the Sorting Ceremony take place. She couldn't believe she was a Fourth Year already, to put it the way Alyssa did time at Hogwarts was passing by so quickly. "Couldn't agree more!" she said with a sigh. Having forgotten about the sorting ceremony for a while she gazed over to James and gave him a small wave, looking forward to catching up with her boyfriend as she had been so busy over the holidays with having to do a lot more preparation for the towns festival and looking after little Iason, who wasn't so little any more. Once the Ceremony was over Nia started to tuck into her meal while talking away to her friends, indeed hoping for a better year.
 
Xavier took the food and gave her a small nod when she asked about him being a transfer, he was glad it was obvious that he wasn't a 10 or 11 year old first year. "Yeah I'm a seventh year transfer, you might already know my little siblings Theodore and Alyssa Snow though." He answered as he stuck a spoonful of pudding in his mouth and snickered at the thought of them being angry that he was here at the school with them this year. His eyes travelled to the Slytherin table where they were both seated, pretty much surrounding by other students who were either their friends or people they knew well.

"I'm Xavier Snow." He said finally when he snapped out of his thoughts and was once again able to focus on the girl in front of him. At least someone around here was nice enough not to scare the crap out of him. He wondered if the girl indeed did know his siblings or not, it would be interesting to see her reaction to them having a brother in Hufflepuff. He was the first Snow to ever end up in that house, and he was proud to be it.
 
Stephen was more than glad to be back at Hogwarts. His holidays had been slow and uneventful. He was now in his 6th year and with only one year left of school he had been putting a lot of thought into his future. The main part of which consisted of his career. After thinking about it and talking it over with his dad he was now dead-set on becoming a Professional Quidditch Player. Nothing give him a bigger thrill than when he was on a broom and playing Quidditch. Smiling at Becky, who was sitting next to him, he continued to talk to her about her holidays. Of course, Becky was the only other thing that filled his mind over the holidays. He had hoped that by now he would have plucked up the courage to ask her out but he wasn't sure yet if she had feelings for him, but after him turning her down all those years ago at Beauxbatons, he highly doubted she would.
 
Hilde was excited to start her fourth year. She was not sure what to expect as she headed into the start of year feast. Following her sister, Hannah, to the table and not having any idea where Heidi was, she made her way over to sit next to her new room mate, Aleyha. She really didn't know Nia too well, but gave her a sort of a smile as she sat down.

She was in a bit of shock as a man she did not recognize took the stage and began to speak. Too soon, Hilde was bored of the speech and her eyes started to wander a bit around the room. There were faces she knew, faces she didn't recognize. She made a mental note to get to know more people and stop being such a recluse this year. The last years she stuck to her room for the most part and really only spoke to her sisters and a few times with Hoshi, but now with new room mates with her and her sister, she was hopeful of a more outgoing year.
 
It was Rakas’ first year at Hogwarts, and after being sorted, Rakas rushed over to the Gryffindor table. His green eyes landed on the Slytherin table, and though he was a Gryffindor now, he admired the Slytherin house because of his brother. Waving at Azerail, Rakas took his seat, and he glanced down at the feast. Sighing, his fingers ran through his hair. Still dyed blonde, but then that was when he saw her. Her, the one that he had met before. Rakas thought that she wasn’t going to be coming to school until his year. She was a second year now. Nonetheless, Rakas blushed a bit before he glanced down with his emerald eyes. Then, the huge feast occurred. Immediately, Rakas took a drink of his pumpkin juice, before he started to eat his favorite food: bread. Rakas knew that after this, he would have to go to the Gryffindor house, but he wondered if he could sneak out and go explore. Then again, he could save it for tomorrow.
 
Taking some pudding for herself Patricia nodded as the boy said he was indeed a transfer. Shame about him only being a 7th year though, only getting to experience Hogwarts for one year. She was about to ask him where he transferred from but figured it was Beauxbatons from his accent but the question went out of her when he mentioned who his siblings were. Following his gaze to the two Snow's in her own year she looked back at the boy. "You're related to Alyssa and Theodore?" she asked out of shock. "But you're a Hufflepuff!" she exclaimed with a small laugh. "But yeah I know them. I'm in the same year actually." she informed him. "Patricia Rogers." she told him her name. "Nice to meet you Xavier! Are you looking forward to your first and last year of Hogwarts?" she asked him as she returned to her own pudding.
 
Kara smoothed down her Ravenclaw robes, and her red hair – dyed – was long and wavy down her back. She looked proper, like a princess, but don’t let looks deceive you. Kara was a proud pure-blood, but she was also looking for a place to belong. With silver eyes, she watched the first years get sorted, one by one. No one had her last name, and no one she really knew. Clapping her hands after everyone that was in Ravenclaw came over and a false smile of welcoming upon her porcelain features. Sighing, her eyes wondered over to the house of Slytherin. There she spotted her brother: head down, and looking either he was bored or sleeping. She shook her head, and she turned toward the sorting once more. She remembered her own sorting, and Kara smiled to herself. Just last year she was a first year. Now she was a second year. Kara bit her lip when the feast began. Shrugging, she pulled out a book and started to read, occasionally nibbling on an apple with Austin by her side. It was relieving to have someone with close blood, pure or not, next to her.
 
Heavy breathing could be heard when it was coming from Levi. He had his head down, in his arms, and his blonde hair shielded his closed silver eyes. He found the sorting to be rather boring, and took this time to just rest his head and just think. He did not pay any attention to those around him, having a girl on one side and Kaleb on the other. Family members had to stand together, and Levi almost wished that Kamaria was close to him. But no, she had to be in Ravenclaw. The only person that was related to them and in the Ravenclaw house was Austin, and Levi didn’t like that kid one bit. Stupid bookworm. Levi groaned as his thoughts shifted and the feast began. Levi uttered, “I am not eating right now.” Levi raised his head and glared at the new Headmaster. Rolling his eyes, he took a drink of his pumpkin juice with an expression on his face like someone had a stick firmly planted in his backside.
 
With hair that looked like Damian had stuck a fork in a toaster, Damian’s blue-green eyes was on the sorting hat. How he wanted one of them hats. Them talking hats! Damian put his fingers to his lips and he heard the houses called, and he clapped when it shouted out Gryffindor. The other words, Damian didn’t understand. Damian didn’t bother to really know the houses but he knew the colors all right. And those with green weren’t very nice people. Yellow though, Damian loved yellow people. Blue and red were Damian’s favorites though. Brave and smart. But some people in those colors just weren’t like him though. Shrugging he glanced over at the Slytherin table, seeing people that he thought he recognized. He was unaware that Kaleb Styx was Jaken’s little brother who was best friends with his older brother. No, Damian didn’t know a single person in the Slytherin table. When the feast began, he clapped happily and said with his German accent, “Yay! I’m starved!” Damian took his chicken in hand, and he started to chow down.
 
Aleyha wasn’t supposed to be here this year. She was supposed to be in Durmstrang, without mudbloods. Away from that blonde…Headmistress. However, when that old man came forth, and no King or Zhefarovich, Aleyha sighed in relief. She clinched Theodore’s hand in relief, and she gave him a tiny smile. Over the summer/winter (depending on where you are), her and Theodore had gotten closer and Aleyha enjoyed the time she spent with him. Aleyha’s red eyes landed on Kalif Styx, her creepy cousin. She sighed and she uttered, “I don’t see why I am so damn important to be watched after by the Head of the family.” Aleyha gazed over at Theodore and she smiled at him, hoping that he would keep his promise and no more fighting with the undercover Death Eater. She watched the new first years arrive, and she remembered being that small. She was glad that she had a huge growth spurt over the break. Aleyha blinked a few times and she leaned her head against Theodore’s shoulder. She closed her eyes and just breathed in his scent to keep her calm, which was amazing.
 
Kaleb was sitting by Levi, and had Theodore on the other side. Kaleb had grown darker somehow over the years, and he was still as attractive as before, but now he had more of a dangerous appeal to him. Deadly soon. All it took was some time. His stormy eyes were not as light as before, and Kaleb couldn’t wait until he was out of school. Kaleb tried to find his sunshine, his Carmen, but the sorting captured his attention. No one with interest. Kaleb’s heart belonged to one, and one and only. Kaleb’s eyes reached the Hufflepuff table, seeing his half-sister. Patricia Rogers. Kaleb didn’t like her, just because of her muggle mother. He didn’t care if Jaken liked her or not. It had muggle in her. Rolling his eyes, he turned away and he paid more attention to the feast around him. He glanced at the new Slytherins, and Kaleb shrugged. Still no one of interest. He chuckled at Levi, almost asleep. He ran his fingers through his caramel hair and he had his head raised. Things around here were so boring.
 
Training had been utter hard on the future warrior. He was in his third year now, and had four more to go before he would ignore magic completely and protect the royals of Japan in the magical world. Ryuu was no slave, but he could harm someone with just about anything. Because of him being physical, it made him lack in magical ability. Ryuu didn’t mind. Staying silent, and not participating in the meal, Ryuu looked over the Ravenclaw table with his icy, pale blue eyes. His white skin was in excellent contrast against his silky, spiderweb-like black hair that covered most of his face. His gaze lowered, and he remained silent throughout the feast.
 
Azerail was grinning over at his girlfriend, Dannii Merrythought. He adored her in so many ways and fashion, it was unbelievable. When attention was called, his green eyes watched Rakas get sorted into Gryffindor. It would suit him just perfectly. Azerail clapped, and he poked Aria, who was next to him, “That’s my brother, the one that looks hyper, in Gryffindor, and with white-blonde hair. By the way, welcome to Slytherin.” Azerail grinned, and he moved his black hair from his face. It was strange to be spending half his break with Austin and his family, and the other half with his adopted. Azerail was a pure-blood, and he didn’t act like it. He didn’t even believe it when Grezhen had told him. Hannah was on the other side of him, Hilde’s sister. So many twins and such around here. Azerail was almost glad that he didn’t have a twin. That would be too weird. He adjusted his Slytherin robes on his chest, and he was rather glad to be a fourth year this time around. He felt older now, and his birthday was coming up. That was a plus.
 
Austin had Kara on one side of him, and he was there to watch over his young cousin. No one else really could, you know? Austin was protective of her, but not as much as her brother was. Levi. That was one Slytherin Austin didn’t want to mess with. Not anytime soon that is. Austin hoped that he could try out for Quidditch this year. Then again, he needed to get better in flying. He put his hand on Kara’s shoulder, “It will be fine, Kamaria. I just hope your break was as great as mine.” Austin adored his new sister, because the one he had grown up with was not…truly his sister. Austin was a little heartbroken at that, and hated his mother for lying to him about Aleyha. But not well much mattered now. He nodded toward his father, the Muggle Studies professor. Austin was almost relieved when the feast started. At least he could get something in his stomach.
 
This summer had been amazing. Raffael was just amazing. Hadan smiled over toward her boyfriend at the Ravenclaw table, and she felt her heart leap and she blushed as she turned toward Alyssa and she murmured, “I am so glad that Raffael became Prefect.” Hadan smoothed her robes, and she glanced down at the row of people. So many close people. They could be their own mob if they wanted to. Hadan was the oldest of her family at the school, and she had to watch over them. Well, over the Slytherins at least. There were many to watch over. Four to be exact. She had to clap at the new first years, and she sighed in relief. Soon, she would be out of here. Hadan just wanted to get to her dorm, and unpack. She needed some sleep. Hadan had a blast over the break, and she was wanting to just kick back and relax. Sorting was done and over with, and soon the feast began. Hadan started to remove the unhealthy food and replacing it with fruit. She loved grapes the most and even her friends knew it.
 
Prodan was going to be lonely without his wife at the school. He would have to visit home often, to see her and his daughter Elisaveta. He clapped softly when those were sorted, into all the houses. Beside him was his brother Kalif. Prodan did not say a word but he shrugged when something was said. Prodan had a list of students that had taken Muggle Studies, and he was glad that he had taken over that class. Being a professor was just awesome! This was not his full year just yet, but soon it would be. Kalif was ancient compared to him.
 
With a cold expression locked on his face, Kalif glared over the new students. He was not happy right now, but he was never happy anyway. Kalif did not clap as others did. He had his arms folded across his chest, and not a single word was uttered from his mouth. His black eyes were absent of any emotion, and it reflected what would have been in his heart if he had one. Kalif had not been one of the strictest professors without a good reason. He saw that the first years could cause trouble for him one of these days, and Kalif once more did not look forward to the year. Being an undercover Death Eater in secret was a bigger pain than he first had thought. This job tested his patience, which he had gained a lot while he taught at this school. And from the looks of things, this year wasn't going to end well. Kalif closed his eyes and shook his head disapprovingly.
 
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