Headmistress Kijewski-Jareau

May 17, 2013 6:25 PM
The summer had come and gone in a blink of an eye. Kiva’s baby, Harper, had turned a year old over the summer and with her big day, was also the big day that Kiva would have to acknowledge that her baby boy (who was not so much a baby any longer and would murder her if he knew she still thought of him as such) was now eleven and old enough to attend Sonora. Since she was already at Sonora, the only difference would be seeing him and Chloe during the day instead of just in the evening for dinner, much like her older adopted children, Angel and Ayita. Still, it was going to be an adjustment to know her son and step daughter were that old now.

That also meant that this sorting was extra special to Kiva. Of course, she knew that they were worried about sharing a name with the Headmistress. Either people may treat them differently because of her or they would ignore them entirely because of her. Kiva never really saw any sort of change in the students behaviors towards Ayita and Angel, but they had already been established members of the school before changing their names when they joined the family. She supposed they would just have to wait and see.

Kiva watched as the returning students found friends and found seats, everyone chatting on to one another about their summers. She liked to watch them during these times because this is when they often seemed the most sincere. Soon though, the first years were being brought in by the Deputy Headmistress and most of the student body’s chatter died down knowing that the feast would begin soon. Kiva tried not to be obvious when searching out for her two children, but she smiled a little happily when she was able to find them standing beside each other. She knew she was being such a mother at the moment, but one couldn’t help it.

Charming herself to be heard, Kiva greeted them all “Good Evening, Everyone! For the returning students, I say welcome back and to our new students, welcome to Sonora Academy. For those who do not know me, I am Headmistress Kijewski-Jareau, but feel free to call me Professor K.” This was a standard greeting, but it was always necessary. She didn’t want to just jump right into things and be too overwhelming.

“Our first priority for the moment is to have the first years sorted.” Kiva turned her hazel eyes to the newest group of students. “In order for this to be done, I need for each of you to step up one at a time to your new Deputy Headmistress Pierce, who is also the Coach, and take a sip from the potion she will offer to you.” Kiva explained, nodded to Amelia to indicate who Coach Pierce was. “Once you have taken a sip of the potion, your skin will turn into the color of the house you will be spending the next seven years in. Once your house is indicated, please have a seat at your house table. Yellow is for Teppenpaw, blue is for Aladren, red is for Crotalus, and brown is for Pecari. Please, if you could form a line and begin…” She gestured for the first student to step up.

Once the sorting had ended, Kiva regained the students’ attention. “I would like to have Regina Parker and Derwent Pierce the Fourth to please come up here and accept your new Head Girl and Head Boy badges.” Kiva called out and when both students approached, she grinned and handed each their appropriate badges. “Congratulations to you both.” She whispered to them before having them return to their seats. “I would also like to have Henrietta Boxton-Fox-Reynolds, Meghan Brownbriar, Alexandra Deveraux, and Waverly Canterbury join me up here for a moment.” Kiva waited for the four to be standing at her side before continuing. “Everyone, I would like you to meet your newest Prefects. Congratulations to you four, please take your new badges.” Kiva gestured for the four to return to their seats.

“Before I announce the event this year, I’d first like to introduce everyone to our newest staff member, please give a warm applause to Professor Chambers. She is your new Muggle Studies Professor.” Kiva clapped politely before moving on. “This year’s Midsummer Event will be the Fair. Every Fair we’ve always done things a little bit differently than the last, but this year we wanted to bring it around again.” Kiva advised them, knowing they probably had no idea what she was talking about.

“That is to say, we’re having student run booths. We’ll have the Fair games and the carnival rides like normal, but we’d also like to have students to work together, whether it be with friends or on an idea that you find you have in common with someone, and create a booth for you to run throughout the evening. Obviously, the booths have to be school appropriate, but they can be of your talents or skills. Or they can feature your clubs. You can do food booths or games booths as well. Whatever you want, within reason.“ Kiva explained to them. “We’ll discuss this more as time goes on and if you have any questions, you can ask any professor or staff member.”

Kiva waited for any commotion over this news to die down. At least Quidditch was back on, so the students wouldn’t freak out on her again. “In honor of tradition, please refer to your music sheets as we begin the School Song.” Sheets of music appeared in front of the students. “Let’s begin.”

Every day we strive
Learning to survive
Life’s hardships and to solve its mystery.
Learning to defend
Our honour and our friends,
Flying high to meet our destiny
We will stand and face those who want to harm us.
We won’t let the world transfigure, jinx or charm us
I won’t fight alone, as long as you are with me.
Sonora be my home, my tutor and my spirit
Vasita quoque floeat; Even the desert blooms.


Once the song ended, the food appeared before them. A feast of great magnitude. “Please enjoy the rest of your evening. When it is time to head back to your Houses, your Head of House will call for your attention and bring you to your destinations. That is all.” Kiva concluded and then took her seat at the staff table.

OOC: Welcome First years! Please do not post on any other board until your Head of House posts his/her welcoming speech, which should be up in a week's time. Have fun at the feast and remember the site rules. Happy posting everyone!
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Effie Arbon

May 22, 2013 7:13 AM
Since her society début, Effie had been required to spend her free time engaged in lady like pursuits, rather than in play. This usually meant retiring to the drawing room of an evening with her mother and her middle sister, Delphine. Although Delphine was younger than her, it was only by a year and thus the difference between them had never been that pronounced. However, upon returning home, she had found that her younger sister had overtaken her in certain arts. Effie was aware of them, and had put them to use on special occasions, such as balls, but her sister now seemed to be using a range of beauty potions and spells on a daily basis, and the same was expected of her. Not that she was to look obviously made up - no one, her mother had assured her, likes a painted harlot. She was to be herself, just... slightly better. And thus the summer had been spent perfecting the application of various potions, lotions and charms... She had practised lash-lengthening until she could make the results last for a week, without starting out with a solid black fan across each eyelid. She had been instructed in various hairstyles, to be executed both manually and with the aid of a wand, including volumising charms, split-end spells and a handy little number for keeping one's hair unruffled by the wind.

Effie glided into the hall, her skin radiant from the dose of complexion potion she had given it. It really was marvellous stuff. It did not really alter the colour of one's skin but it made it appear healthy and vital. Effie was always going to be a pale creature but the potion made that look its best. Her pallor was definitely that of a delicate, elegant rose, not that one of who was sickly or washed out. Her hair, which although thin appeared healthy and glossy, had been brushed into a side ponytail, a section of it wrapped around the top apparently holding the style in place (although in actual fact there was a band underneath doing most of the work).

She took a seat at the Crotalus table, applauding indifferently to the majority of the announcements. She stayed her hands as the school welcomed a new so-called Professor, one who wanted to teach them all about Muggles and their alleged 'culture' and 'ingenuity.' Effie knew as much as she needed to know about Muggles. They were arrogant and violent people, who were desperately jealous of those with magic. This jealousy had led to the persecution of many witches and wizards. Her entire race had then been forced in to hiding for fear of those people. Not that she wished to associate them anyway, but it was scandalous, given their superior talents, that the Muggles' crude thuggishness had forced them to sneak around, pretending not to be there. And this woman wanted to teach them all that Muggles were clever, cultured people. It was simply nonsense. She wondered what her Father would think if he found out. He had been hesitant to send her to the school as he felt the staff had an over-liberal attitude. However, the children of many other prominent families were in attendance and, with three daughters to get off his hands, it had seemed prudent to allow Effie to mix with them. Would Father think Muggle Studies was a step too far and pull her from the school? She was surprised to find that she did not want that. Much as she missed her home and her sisters, and strange and distasteful as she found the amount of common people (and the general attitude towards them) she enjoyed the society of Sonora. She got to speak with so many more people than she would at home. Even if she knew them well enough now to attend their parties, it wouldn't be the same as having their company every day. Her parents had always instructed her to ignore the presence of those people whose company did not befit her station and she resolved to do this most thoroughly. And, if there was no such person as the Muggle Studies Professor in her eyes, then it was scarcely something she could mention in her letters. She expected her father would find out anyway but the subject was not compulsory and, so long as she gave it a wide berth, perhaps the pull of getting his daughters out of his house would outweigh any feelings he had on the subject of the elective curriculum.

She joined in tunefully with the school song before turning her attention to the food which had appeared. She helped herself to a fillet of salmon which seemed to have been poached and, if the decorative garnishes were an indication, flavoured with lemon and dill. Alongside this she placed a large portion of salad and a small bread roll. There was a jug of what looked like elderflower cordial just of reach. She glanced around, trying to see if there was anyone nearby whom she could ask to pass it to her.
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Isabel Raines

May 22, 2013 2:02 PM
Isabel’s summer had been spent quietly, for the most part. Most of the family’s attention had been focused firmly on either her youngest nephew, Edmund, and his little accomplishments or on Sara, who had lived in a constant whirl of parties and visits and trips to town in preparation for her last real time abroad with Aunt Margaret before her marriage, which had begun yesterday. Isabel and Alan, firmly in the middle of all these more important people, had been mostly left to their own devices, which Isabel thought had suited them as well as anything; Alan had spent most of the time reading, and Isabel had gone to as many events as people would let her into, learning in her own way things she thought she might need to know.
 
One of those things, to her dismay, had practically been how to walk all over again, as she had gotten taller and clumsier with it. Now, on her first day back at school, she was trying to disguise it with flat shoes and a skirt which covered her knees, which she had started to really hate over the summer and not like the thought of anyone seeing at all. She had curled her brown hair, part of which was held back in a barrette to show off that she had gotten to wear her good diamond earrings along with a touch of lip gloss and mascara. She thought she looked pretty as she went to the Crotalus table to sit down and hear the announcements of the year.
 
Most of them didn’t seem very relevant to her, though she did applaud politely for the new prefects. They were all girls this year, no one she knew well, though she had seen Miss Devereux around the common room and of course everyone knew who Henny and Waverly were. Miss Brownbriar, she didn’t really recognize, but she wasn’t a Teppenpaw anyway, so she guessed it didn’t really matter.
 
After the school song, the food appeared and Isabel noticed Effie looking around. “What are you looking for?” she asked her friend, noticing that Effie’s plate was much fuller than hers. She couldn’t decide what she wanted, nothing she saw really appealed to her, so she started taking tips from the other girl’s plate just so she didn’t look strange sitting there with an empty one in front of her at the biggest meal of the year.
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Effie Arbon

May 24, 2013 5:19 PM
“I was hoping to get that jug, which I believe is elderflower,” Effie replied to her friend, nodding in the direction of the vessel, “Is it within your reach?” she asked.

“It's good to see you again. You're looking lovely,” she beamed at Isabel, meaning it. Isabel seemed to have grown over the summer. Effie supposed she had too but it was harder to notice on oneself. She had always been small for her age and had definitely not grown as much as her friend. She envied her the stature, quite certain that it would have brought a certain amount of poise and elegance with it. With her demure length skirt and tasteful earrings, Isabel appeared quite the charming young lady. Effie was quite sure Isabel would have her pick of the boys in their year – she was very traditionally pretty, whilst Effie knew that she was definitely A Type. Still, Isabel couldn't marry all the boys, and hopefully one of them would like startled looking doe-eyed creatures.

“How was your summer?” she asked. She had written to Isabel, Amity and McKinley over the course of the holidays but nonetheless it was not the same as chatting in person.
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Isabel

May 29, 2013 3:36 PM
Isabel turned her head to look for the jug Effie was indicating and decided she could get it. “I think so,” she said, and with a little effort, succeeded in getting it over to her friend without spilling anything or getting in the way of anyone else too much. Not a bad start to the year, she thought.
 
Her cheeks became a little pinker when Effie complimented her appearance. “Thank you,” she said. “So do you.” Effie was built more like Sara, small and dainty, with lovely fair coloring. Isabel would admit that her own hair was at least a better shade of brown than Catherine’s, which was very plain, but it was still just…brown. And, if she didn’t put an awful lot of work into it, stuck up in the back, like Papa’s. Catherine always remarked on how much like their father Isabel looked, though Isabel could never tell if that was meant to be a compliment or an insult.
 
“Even quieter than I made it sound in my letters,” she admitted of her summer. “Really the most interesting thing that happened was when my niece went to a party and got stuck up a tree.” Ella had apparently developed a habit of doing that kind of thing, but usually kept it at home; their aunts muttered about how Catherine ought to be stricter with her, but apparently, that wasn’t in Catherine’s many books about childrearing and child development. The rest of the family considered her very odd for reading those books, and Isabel thought she could be very boring discussing them when it was just family and was glad Catherine at least knew it was a little strange to be that interested in your children and didn’t talk about it in public. “I worried about intermediates some, too, but I think it'll be all right. How was yours?”
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Effie Arbon

June 02, 2013 10:23 AM
“Thank you,” Effie smiled as Isabel passed her the jug, pouring a glass for herself. “And for you?” she queried, ready to pour one for her friend as well.

“Sometimes quiet is good,” she noted, as Isabel told her about her summer. “Time with family, not too much pressure,” she smiled. Families could be pressurising, of course, though Isabel had not intimated hers had been. Of course, there was a chance that she would not have committed it to paper even if it had been the case. There were things she herself kept off the written record. For example, although she had mentioned her mother's increased interest in cosmetics and hairstyling, her letters had not contained any mention of practising the wandwork elements of this at home. The law, she knew, pertained to lesser people than themselves and was designed for those who lived in close proximity to Muggles. The magic that occurred on a small private island was not worth anyone sticking their nose into. And anyone who tried quickly found it was far more worth their while to stick it back out again. Her sister being home-schooled provided a useful smokescreen, given that locations rather than individuals, were tracked. Nonetheless, she only ever made fleeting references to it out loud and was not foolish enough to write down anything about their little side steps of some of the rules and regulations. “Mine was much as I described to you. Delphine and I were under mother's tutelage during the evenings. If she had any engagements, we made them with her where appropriate but she largely keeps her own company,” The Arbons, traditionally, were a somewhat reclusive family. Her mother was not one by birth of course but seemed to have taken the family line on things. Effie was not sure whether this had always been the case, in an attempt to fit in, or whether it had something to do with the three of them. She and Delphine were too close in age for her to remember her sister's birth but she doubted that a second daughter had gone down well. She knew mother had been ill for a period afterwards, and she could vividly remember the tension surrounding her mother's pregnancy with Araceli, and the mood in the house after she had been born. Perhaps it was that, and not family tradition, that had made her withdraw. After all it was that – the unprecedented problem of three daughters to get shot of – that had prompted this latest change in demeanour, that of sending her to school. “And on those days we mostly were at leisure. We took walks and the like. It was nice as we could include Araceli. I think...” she began, spilling another thought she had not dared to commit to the paper, “I worry that she's lonely without us. I mean, she's used to being tutored on her own but in the evenings... I can't really imagine what she does all by herself all the time.”
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Isabel

June 12, 2013 2:05 PM
“Please,” Isabel said to Effie’s offer. She had never tried elderflower before, but it was good to learn new foods. She might travel someday – Sara did all the time, and even Catherine had a little, though not so much since she started having her babies; taking four children around was evidently not done and Catherine didn’t like to leave them, not even to go with her husband on his many, many trips out of the country, from which he brought Isabel and her niece and nephews all sorts of interesting presents – and besides, she never knew when she might find something really good.
 
“Yes, of course,” she agreed about quiet, and then tried to imagine Mamma keeping mostly to her own company. She didn’t go out all the time, but she had lots of events, their house was often busy with one party or another. Isabel had heard whispers that there had been a time when Mamma had not had very many friends who would invite her out, so she had decided to become a hostess herself just to spite them. Catherine was the opposite; her sister didn’t like to have people over to her house, only doing that enough to keep her own reputation as a hostess intact, but she was always going to events, or lunches. Theo hated it, but he dealt with it better than he used to.
 
The problem of Effie’s sister, though, distracted her from thoughts about how different their families were. Isabel had grown up all but an only child, there were so many years between her and her only sibling, but she had never been alone exactly, since she and Alan were the same age and that made Sara sort of like her older sister, too, and Ella had been big enough to play with for ages, too, though now Isabel felt more like she was doing Ella a favor than anything when they were together. She could only hope it would pass soon, that Ella would grow up enough that they could be friends again. “I can’t imagine,” she echoed. “How old is she, again? Maybe – I don’t know – I could get Mamma to invite you all to something at midterm and she could be friends with my niece?”
 
It was always so strange, actually saying Ella was her niece when there were only four years between them. She had been confused, when she had first met Annabelle and Annette, by how comfortable they were with being aunts and wondered if it was still that way for them. Ella had never called Isabel aunt in her life, and neither had her brothers; everyone really just seemed to want to forget that they weren’t really just some sort of cousins, like Alan and Sara, to her. Still, she didn’t think this was the worst idea she had ever had; Ella was a nice girl, when she wasn’t in trees, and it would be good for her to see more people besides just family. Wouldn't it? Isabel thought that kind of thing should probably make adjusting to school easier, and while Araceli might be like Delphine and stay home, Isabel couldn't see Catherine keeping any of her children out of Sonora. As attached as Catherine was to them, Isabel thought she was more attached to the idea of Sonora as some kind of premarital paradise she had been wrenched from and was sure no one could help being perfectly happy in. Besides, it felt like she ought to offer some suggestion just as a matter of courtesy and sharing concern.
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Effie Arbon

June 14, 2013 11:53 AM
“That's very sweet of you – thank you,” she smiled at Isabel. Effie was not only relieved by the reaction that her confidences had received but also grateful – plain sympathy would have made her feel that she had made the right judgement in confiding in Isabel, which would have been welcome enough, but the fact that the other girl was trying to offer solutions really meant a lot to her.

“She's just turned eight – at the end of August,” she clarified. Her sister's birthday meant that she would be one of the youngest in the year and she already felt the need to ensure that people brought this into consideration. Eight, for Araceli, seemed awfully old. She had stayed fixed in Effie's mind as the age she had been when she Effie had left for school, on the grounds that it really didn't seem possibly that very long had passed since then at all. There was also a big difference between six and eight, in terms of how long it seemed until Araceli would be at Sonora. Although the gap between eight and eleven was greater than that between six and eight, it meant it was less than a handful of years until her little sister started at the school – assuming Father let her – whereas before it had seemed such a distant prospect. Although the numbers sounded so different that she could scarcely believe it, Araceli herself did not seem to have changed much. Perhaps that was why it was such a hard idea to grasp. Her sister seemed as lacking in confidence – as prone to tripping over her words, or wobbling on her curtseys – as she ever had done. “How old is your niece?” she asked.

She hoped Isabel's offer of support would come to fruition. Araceli hadn't had her début and so wasn't really part of society yet. However, it was a personal invitation, made to Effie as Isabel's friend and extended to her sisters, rather than something like a party, she thought it would be alright. The whole point of her coming to Sonora was to foster connections for the family and she was sure her father would capitalise on any opportunities which that presented. She hoped an opportunity to clarify this matter arose as she thought it would be rude to outright ask Isabel what kind of invitation she had planned on extending to them. Given the fact that they were discussing ways to bring Araceli out of her shell, and that the fact of her age had come up, she thought Isabel must be thinking along those lines though.

“It really is a lovely idea,” she reiterated, “Thank you.”
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