☆ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ : ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ☆

[Takara]

❀ Dahlia Narcissa Malfoy
The Great Hall | To be Sorted | 17 | Pureblood | Female | Kairo
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Though the creature was happy to bop it's nose close to Dahlia's hand, it's owner was much less excited. She lowered her hand once the black and tawny furred feline completed it's inspect. She'd wanted to let her hand linger, but she'd seen his apprehension, and she could practically hear her father berating her about behaving properly. Being an established family comes with expectations. As a Malfoy, she shouldn't be astounded by cat.

"They can't all end up in Gryffindor, they are not their parents!" She shot back, his negative indifference finally breaking through her kind demeanor. She looked him dead in the eyes before adding. "And what's it to you if they do? It's not like you're going to be in that house." She took a step forward as she spoke, closing in until she was practically pressed up against his cat. Her head didn't quite reach his shoulder, but she still managed to look fierce.
Her father's talk of appearances be damned, she was not going to lose this argument.

*spelling

[Consulting_Angel]

Kairo Zabini
19|Male|Bisexual
To Be Sorted
Location: Great Hall
Tagged: Dahlia

He didn't quite expect the outburst - in fact, he'd mostly expected her to agree with him. Kairo looked down towards Dahlia - he had to, since she was quite a bit shorter than he was, and she'd stepped uncomfortably close. His expression changed much more noticeably this time - unmistakably surprised by her reaction.
Zoey didn't seem to mind, going back in for another sniff of Dahlia, before reaching out a paw to try and play with her hair.

"No, of course not. I was just considering other students that are here... and the fact that they'd outnumber everyone else." Kairo responded, his tone not changing from his usual indifference. He'd rather not draw the attention of the others. "And from what I'd heard from both our families, I would not want to trust them." Perhaps he'd put too much faith in his father's word, going along with whatever was said and not quite believing anyone was much different from their parents when it came down to it. He hadn't really met or heard about anyone that hadn't previously been either a Slytherin or a Ravenclaw (for his mother's side) in a positive light.

[Moomin Valley]

↠ roxanne weasley - 17 -female - bisexual - pureblood - to be sorted - tags; open

Roxanne was buzzing with excitement, she was like a kid before christmas, She was raised with stories about hogwarts despite her father being a drop out he spoke of his first years at hogwarts. She had barely slept the night before out of pure excitement, running onto the platform she squealed in excitement. She gave quick but heartfelt goodbye to her parents and ran onto the train. Despite her excitement when she sat down on the train she felt the tiredness flow over her, she figured that she could just sleep for the train ride and then continue her excitement later. When she woke up the train had stopped, her brain took a some time to process the information but when she did she cursed and quickly grabbed her suitcase and rushed of the train. The carriages had already left, she quickly pulled her robes over her regular clothes and haphazardly closed her suitcase again. She rushed after the carriages and managed to stop the last one and get one.

When she got of the carriage she was still looking very disheveled making a great impression on Mcgonagall, but she owned her current messines and gave her a confident smile. She ended up all the way in the back, she stood on her tippy toes and spotted a few familiar ginger heads of hairs and smiled proudly at her fellow weasley's




↠ payton s. prince-snape - 18 -female - homosexual - half-blood - to be sorted - tags; open

Payton wouldn't have known how to get onto platform 9 3/4 if it wasn't for her grand uncle Silvester Prince. Payton couldn't help but be amazed by the magic but she didn't let it show on her face. She said goodbye to Silvester, it wasn't a tearful goodbye while Payton was grateful for all he did for her, he wasn't family not yet at least. She spent the train ride staring out the window.

Payton took the carige to hogwarts, spending her studying the interior of the carriage like it was a very interesting painting. Payton go out the carriage and saw the old lady welcoming her, she guessed it was the headmistress Mcgonagall Payton nodded awkwardly at her before entering.

Payton followed the crowd into the main hall lining up with the other students, she kept most to herself studying the ceiling which was actually interesting to look at due to it's magically transformed ceiling

[Litwick]

♜ 𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖕𝖎𝖚𝖘 𝖍𝖞𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖋𝖔𝖞 ♜
♜loc. outside of hogwarts - the great hall ♜ house. to be sorted ♜ age. 19 ♜ bloodtype. pureblood ♜ gender. male ♜ tag(s). aloe
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scorpius concealed his smile of amusement, shrugging his shoulder, the owl took note of the situation and lifted from him. the large bird located the toad-rather easily, picking it up in its cuffed talons ( cuffed with leather so it wouldn't hurt scorpius' shuolder when her perched onto it ), he picked up the toad with ease. hades flew back to the two of them, dropping the toad in the white-haired boy's outstretched hands, before landing back onto his shoulder.

"you doing alright down there?" the boy asked, now smiling as he watched her under the table. with an outstretched pale hand, he offered to help her up. "i believe you're looking for this... slimy thing?" he hummed, holding out her toad in the other hand. he was eager to wipe its slime off after she'd take it back. his owl watched them silently, its large amber eyes shifting around the room.

[Takara]

❀ Dahlia Narcissa Malfoy
The Great Hall | To be Sorted | 17 | Pureblood | Female | Kairo
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She saw his point about the sheer amount of them, and it placated her enough to step to the side to a more reasonable distance. Though she still refused to back up.
Well, the presence of the cat helped too, and she gently disentangled the paw caught in her hair, working delicately as though she thought that too much pressure might break the cat (and because see did not want to have to let go of the soft creature).

"Hmmm..." She mumbled, still not agreeing, but quickly realizing that she liked his cat enough to not cut it's rude owner off entirely. It wasn't the blood that was the issue. Had he asked her straight up, she would have agreed that the Weasely's certainly left... something to be desired in the matter of blood purity. No, it was part where he insisted that they hold their family's reputation steady, like the words were already written on their graves. If there was anything Dahlia didn't like feeling, it was the despair of being tied to a fate you had no control over.

Finally finished getting the paw out of her hair it was, unfortunately, time to let go.
"Thanks for your... insight." She said, mouth curling hard around the last word, before stepping back to locate her bags, and caged owl she'd left in a heap. If this is what it meant to be at Hogwarts, she wasn't sure that she'd like it so much.

[Litwick]

ᴍɪɴeʀᴠᴀ ᴍᴄɢᴏɴᴀɢᴀʟʟ

loc. the great hall
ment. james

it took a while for the woman to get a hold of the dusty sorting hat. the hat itself was cranky, for she'd woken it from its nap. dumbledore's-or well, now her-phoenix flew next to her shoulder as she re-entered the great hall. her heels clicked on the stone as she smiled apologetically to the students. "i thank you for being ever so patient with me, the sorting hat was putting up quite the argument" she apologized, to which the hat muttered afew words under its breath. "now, i have my list, i will be calling you up, one by one, to be sorted. listen for your name carefully, as this is the fate of your future house." she announced, her eyes sharp. she menuvered her eyes from the girl under the table, to the malfoy that was helping her, then over to the other students chatting and bickering.

standing tall, she placed the hat on the stool. "once you have been sorted, please seat yourselves at your house's table. you won't always sit at the same table, because there will be such few of you in each house, but for now. please do so." she added. "furthest table on the left is slytherin, left center is gryffindor, right center is hufflepuff, and far right is ravenclaw." she pointed accordingly, the sorting hat becoming impatient on the stool, ushered her to hurry up.

"alright, alright... first up, we have james serius potter" the woman announced, glancing back to the students and clearly spotting the boy.

[nymx]

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈
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( eighteen ) ( male ) ( bisexual ) ( form )
( pure-blood ) ( to-be-sorted )
( tags : kathleen ) ( ment. : n/a ) ( loc. : great hall )
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xxxjames visibly perked at her last name, brightening. of course he couldn't help the ill feeling settling in his gut, her father fell at the hands of voldemort. but compared to most here, loss, seemingly, was nothing new. "ah, nice to meet you then, kitty." he nodded his head, "james." he added shortly after. at her words he turned to face the banners, studying them for a moment.

"i'd suppose the obvious answer is slytherin, but i don't think it'd be the end of the world." he responded, turning back to her. "i've never really thought about being put in another house, gryffindor seems to run in the bloodline. though, that might be about to change." he shrugged. "i don't think i'd want ravenclaw though, i'm smart, but then my family would be expecting way more than i'm willing to give." he laughed.

before they could continue however, minerva made her way to the front and called everyone's attention. he was up first, which didn't surprise him. still, a nervous feeling was beginning to settle in his gut as he made his way toward the stool, giving the headmistress a charming grin and wink. he had heard great things from his father about mcgonagall and was more than excited to see what was true and what was not.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
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( eighteen ) ( female ) ( bisexual ) ( form )
( pureblood ) ( to-be-sorted )
( tags : zylah ) ( ment. : n/a ) ( loc. : great hall )
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xxxmichelle's head tilted for a moment, nodding. picking up the black bundle in her arms as she straightened up. "not bad choices." she hummed approvingly, eyes now trained on apollo. her lips curled upwards into a genuine smile, "the god of the sun and poetry. do you like mythology then?" she asked, a finger gently tapping her cat's nose. "this is icarus."

at the full introduction, her eyes widened. she didn't bother hiding her shock, but there was no negative reaction afterwards. her lips pulled tightly into a frown as she shrugged. "i didn't think you would be." she replied, "we're not all carbon-copies of our parents." she winced at her words, hiding it quickly after the realization. "parkinson, it's michelle parkinson." she added quickly, as if it would help the other girl ease up.

as mcgonagall began speaking, she directed her attention to the sorting hat. eyes narrowing slightly as james potter was called up.

[Litwick]

♚ 𝐳𝐲𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 ♚
♚loc. the great hall ♚ house. to be sorted ♚ age. 18 ♚ bloodtype. pureblood ♚ gender. female ♚ tag(s). michelle
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zylah nodded sheepishly, "i have a bookshelf of mythology novels" she admitted, her cat purring under her palm. she looked to the girls cat, admiring their kind nature. she nodded along, as predicted-the girl was a parkinson. she seemed more comfortable now with michelle, sighing out in relief as she made no other commentary to her mothers history. she rocked on her heels, about to speak when mcgonagall re-entered.

she glanced to see harry's son, recognizable features to the 'chosen one' she read about in old daily prophet articles. the girl watched quietly, the nerves now hitting her. she'd be sorted soon too..and she didn't do too well under many pairs of eyes. she was clumsy, and she was just praying that she wouldn't embarrass herself.

"my father works with someone along the names of parkinson.. in the ministery of magic. your family is quite intelligent" she murmured quietly, without a thought. she probably sounded like a complete oddball, but she didn't ever have the opportunity to catch herself before she fell into her own hole she'd dig. with cheeks pink of embarassment, she glanced to michelle-bravely for her. she liked how the other was kind with her, she enjoyed talking to her.

[Litwick]

ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ʜᴀᴛ

ment. james

the sorting hat was placed on james' head. it murmured under its breath a few times as it went through the boys thoughts. remembering his father, and his grandfather, the hat was pretty much leaning toward gryffindor, only a fraction going over to ravenclaw for his intelligence. "hm.. a stall hat you seem to be. just as your father" the hat murmurs to the boy with thought.

"it's best to do your bloodline good.. better put you in gryffindor" the sorting hat finally announced.

[nymx]

𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐈
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( eighteen ) ( male ) ( bisexual ) ( form )
( pure-blood ) ( gryffindor )
( tags : kathleen ) ( ment. : n/a ) ( loc. : great hall )
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xxxjames visibly perked at her last name, brightening. of course he couldn't help the ill feeling settling in his gut, her father fell at the hands of voldemort. but compared to most here, loss, seemingly, was nothing new. "ah, nice to meet you then, kitty." he nodded his head, "james." he added shortly after. at her words he turned to face the banners, studying them for a moment.

"i'd suppose the obvious answer is slytherin, but i don't think it'd be the end of the world." he responded, turning back to her. "i've never really thought about being put in another house, gryffindor seems to run in the bloodline. though, that might be about to change." he shrugged. "i don't think i'd want ravenclaw though, i'm smart, but then my family would be expecting way more than i'm willing to give." he laughed.

before they could continue however, minerva made her way to the front and called everyone's attention. he was up first, which didn't surprise him. still, a nervous feeling was beginning to settle in his gut as he made his way toward the stool, giving the headmistress a charming grin and wink. he had heard great things from his father about mcgonagall and was more than excited to see what was true and what was not.

the hat's words were surprising to him, looking up at the brim with furrowed brows. he stayed silent though, he held no qualms about being sorted into whichever house, but when his voice rose again, sorting him into gryffindor. he felt a surge of pride he wasn't expecting. the relief that flashed briefly across his face was washed away quickly, forming into an arrogant smile as the hat was taken off. he stood, bowing dramatically to the small crowd before making his way over to the empty gryffindor table. taking his seat after a calculated moment as he looked back toward the hat with his head propped up on his hand.

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
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( eighteen ) ( female ) ( bisexual ) ( form )
( pureblood ) ( to-be-sorted )
( tags : zylah ) ( ment. : n/a ) ( loc. : great hall )
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xxxthe girl grinned at her response, "my mother thought the books were silly, but i still got them." she admitted, like the small act of rebellion made her proud. she noted the relieved sigh, scratching the cat with her one hand as she nodded her head. "yes, my father and then some distant relatives." she responded, her lips pursing for a moment before smiling. "thank you, i hope to live up to it."

she turned her head slightly to watch the sorting. the hat was quite for a few moments, but it was no surprise when the hat called out 'gryffindor!'. she looked around, trying to see the other's reactions before waiting for the next name to be called. she didn't even realize that she failed to continue the conversation, too enveloped in the whole atmosphere.