Headmaster Brockert
March 03, 2017 4:03 PM
Opening Feast by Headmaster Brockert
It was time for another school year to start. Mortimer sat at the staff table as they all waited for the new first years to come in. Missing from staff this year was Liam Ammon, who had taught Muggle Studies last year. Whether or not Mortimer cared was debatable. Professor Ammon had taught his subject in the exact balanced way that Mortimer approved of but yet his subject was not a particularly necessary one. Hence why it was an elective in the first place. And certainly Mortimer felt no personal attachment to the youngest staff member.Of course, it would figure that someone that young would be flighty enough not to know what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives and throw away potential job security. Mortimer was sure the young man was out chasing some ridiculous unacheivable dream as young people were likely to do.
The first years arrived and Mortimer stood, placing a Sonorous charm on himself and began the Sorting spiel. "Welcome to Sonora for the new first years and welcome back for all older students. In just a minute,first years will be receiving a goblet distributed by Deputy Headmistress Skies, in order to sort you into your houses. You will turn the color representing your house which are blue for Aladren, yellow for Teppenpaw, red for Crotalus, and brown for Pecari. Afterwards, you may join your house table."
Unlike last year, there was nobody in this class he particularly cared about so he waited through it until it was done. Once everyone had found the appropriate table, he moved on.
""Would Aiden O' Neil and Savannah Brockert please come up and get your Head Student badges? In addition I'd like to call up Louis Valois, Abigail De La Garza, Laila Kennedy, and Ingrid Wolseithcrafte to recieve their prefect badges. Congratulations." Amazing, three Head Girls in a row for the Brockert family. After twenty years of not a single Head Student whose last name was Brockert.
Once the new prefects and Head Students had taken their seats again, Mortimer gave one last announcement. "This year's Midsummer Event will be a concert. Now we will sing the school song." Sheets with the words written on them appeared in front of the students.
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.
Subthreads: Waterfalls in the Desert by Jen White with Ryder Knight, Zevalyn Ives
Mirror, mirror on the wall [tag Jozua] by Lily Spencer with Jozua Sparks, Lily
Being social by Jack Spencer
Excited! by Ivy Brockert with Eden Manger, Alex Leifsson (and a bit of Madison)
I'm a tomato by Cleo James with Connor Priory
Stranger in a familiar land by Cecilia Carey with Araceli Arbon
Making this place home. by Brett Newell
Some casual bickering. by Florence and Dustin Newell with Amelia Layne, Dustin and Flo
A pie or a person? by Victor Callahan
Torn. by Emilia-Louise Scott with Louis Valois
Excited for the year ahead! by Tess Whittaker
Another year, another start by Finn Scott
Uncharted territory by Sammy Meeks with Laila Kennedy
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Jen White
March 03, 2017 4:58 PM
Waterfalls in the Desert by Jen White
As the tour concluded, Jen fished out her uniform robe from the small satchel she’d kept with her through orientation. It was relatively neat thanks to her Mom’s charmwork, and Jen tried not to feel too much like a dork as she pulled it on over her skater jeans and black hoodie. She blended into the other forest green robes around her as they strode, shuffled, or otherwise progressed into the Cascade Hall.It was an impressive room, Jen had to concede. The juxtaposition of waterfalls in the desert was sweet. The Headmaster’s welcome was appropriately grandiose, and being given an unidentified substance to drink was categorically the way to begin life at a magic school. Embracing the macabre, Jen drank her share and wordlessly contemplated her fingers as they turned blue. The newest addition to Aladren House tried to identify her feelings about this revelation as she ambled, hems of her jeans dragging on the ground, to take a seat with the other Aladrens. She had skeptically believed the sorting of students into Houses to be arbitrary; a more inventive means of splitting them into manageable groups than alphabetically or by gender. Still, a group of people believing they have something in common might get along better than a group of people believing themselves indifferent strangers. Jen liked that.
Politely, Jen applauded the students receiving recognition, and made a valiant effort to mumble through the school song, knowing neither the words nor the tune. At its conclusion she waited to see what would happen next, and in looking up she caught the eye of someone seated nearby. Perhaps it was the excited atmosphere that influenced her reaction, or merely the novelty of the entire situation, but Jen found herself smiling back at the stranger. Her mother would be so proud.
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Ryder Knight
March 06, 2017 12:31 AM
I would like it even more if the waterfalls were an ocean. by Ryder Knight
While brushing off his uniform robe and dragging the back of his skater shoes on the ground, Ryder made his way into Cascade Hall with the rest of his new classmates. Soon he would learn which house he was going to spend the next seven years in. Ryder did not have much of a preference as to where he would like to be sorted. He was just happy to belong somewhere. Public school had been pretty unbearable at times, and if it had not been for his best friend’s reminders as to why he needed to hang in there, Ryder probably would have done something to get himself expelled.Steve Mertz and his gang of misfits (at least that is what Ryder and his best friend Lexi referred to them as) made every day a new adventure in the land of torture. At least what was torturous to an eleven year-old. They stole Ryder’s book bag and threw it in the toilet, put glue on his sandwich when he walked away to get a spoon, and pushed him into his locker. The last straw, however, was when Steve broke Ryder’s new skateboard in half by hitting it repeatedly off of a cement wall. The same incident led to Ryder leaving public school for Sonora when his magic manifested during his rage.
Ryder scoffed just thinking about Steve and his stupid shaggy red hair, but pulled himself out of the past long enough to drink from the goblet and watch his hands turn blue. Aladren was his new home then. He hoped there weren’t any uppity purebloods in that house, or at least the kind that tried to act better than everyone.
Ryder pushed his worries and recollections aside, and took a seat at the Aladren table. He checked out the spread of food and nodded. So far, Sonora had been pretty impressive with its food arrangements. He was about to grab a sandwich when he happened to glance at a girl seated near him. He recalled seeing her earlier that day, but hadn’t spoken with her yet. She smiled at him, so he assumed that she wouldn’t mind him introducing himself.
“Hey” he began, “My name is Ryder. I am from California. I guess we are housemates.” He smiled at her and placed a sandwich in his plate. “Are you excited to be here?” He paused for a moment. “Oh, uh, let me know if you would like me to pass you any food that is near me.”
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Jen
March 07, 2017 4:13 PM
Oceans are difficult to contain by Jen
Wow, it seemed like her smile had been interpreted as an invitation for the other blue kid to keep talking and not stop. Jen was definitely going to have to be more careful about which facial expressions she chose as greetings. Also his name was Ryder, like that was a real and okay name to have. She guessed she couldn’t hold that against him, unless he’d by-passed whatever name he’d been given and chosen one for himself, but the odds did not support that theory. In an effort to not be scathing about every other word that he had uttered (it definitely wasn’t his fault that he good mood had evaporated in a split second, even if she wanted to blame him for it), the first year focused on his polite offer to pass any food she might want. “Thanks,” she said, and she looked around to see what was on offer, her black, rectangular-framed glasses bringing everything into sharp focus.Honestly Jen really liked eating junk food. She hated fast food chains and their lack of respect for people or animals, but she would be completely lying if she said she liked anything better than a burger with fries. There was a lot of food on offer here, which helped to further raise her opinion of the school - she didn’t think she would starve at any point over the next seven years - and gave her a lot of options instead of the life-shortening burgers and fries. With a resigned sigh, Jen filled her plate with a baked potato, and loaded it high with grated cheese. She had a thin frame, that was not at all identifiable under her current layers of robes, hoodie and a t-shirt, but she ate a lot. She guessed she just had a fast metabolism or something.
Jen filled her cup with a juice of some sort that was bright red, as red as the kids being sorted into Crotalus House, and then remembered that she hadn’t really given much notice to Ryder. Ryder.
“My name’s Jen,” she finally said. She didn’t feel like sharing anything else, least of all her past residencies or current levels of excitement. She didn’t think she was outwardly demonstrating any signs of being excited, but since two people had asked her already, she could assumed it was a common theme for the other first years. Jen decided to indulge Ryder in his projected emotions. “Are you excited?” she looked up as she spoke, her choppy, brown hair bouncing annoyingly about her head as she did so.
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Ryder
March 07, 2017 10:43 PM
That's the beauty of it. by Ryder
Ryder blinked at Jen while patiently waiting for her to say more in response to the questions he asked her, but alas she just thanked him, gave her name, and asked him the same question she left unanswered herself. Every girl he had encountered thus far had been quiet and unengaged in conversation. He started to wonder if there was a prerequisite for attending this school that required participants to learn the art of not divulging any information about oneself to fellow students. If so, he had missed the registration deadline.Ryder was not aware of how much he liked to talk, and therefore assumed everyone wanted to talk as much as he did. He genuinely found people interesting, but the lack of conversation he had encountered so far left him feeling frustrated. Nevertheless, he continued to be polite in hopes that he would find someone at Sonora who shared his love of conversation. He had not encountered this predicament at home, for his best friend Lexi rivaled his skill of constantly talking.
He thought for a moment before responding to Jen’s question. “Well, I am excited about being here, but it doesn’t seem like many people share the same enthusiasm.” He wasn’t trying to be rude, nor did he state his response in an abrupt manner, but this was genuinely how he felt. He did not want to fake a happy response if it wasn’t how he actually felt. He paused for a moment and continued, “I mean, I miss talking to my best friend, but I am excited to learn more about this part of my life. I used to attend a public school, and it was not the best experience at times.” He smiled once again, returning to a less frustrated state of mind. “How is that juice you are drinking?”
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That's the beauty of it.
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Jen
March 09, 2017 6:41 AM
Hard to keep in a school, though by Jen
Jen frowned; either Ryder didn’t like her not voicing her excitement, or he’d talked to other people already that day who also didn’t wish to express excitement. He didn’t seem at all impressed by her answer. When he said about missing stuff from home, and being excited about a new part of his life, Jen guessed she could kind of relate to that. She was about to make some sort of empathetic comment when he asked about her juice instead. “I… I haven’t tried it yet,” she said, but lowered her fork immediately to take a sip. She licked her lips after a small mouthful and crinkled her brow a moment while she contemplated. “It takes likes beets,” she said, evenly. “And cherries. Together. But… somehow that’s a good thing?” If someone had told her beforehand the red juice was beet and cherry flavor she would have left it it in the jug. “I think I like it,” she concluded, and proceeded to take another mouthful.When she had swallowed, Jen pursed her lips to one side of her face and looked at Ryder again. “I didn’t much like school either,” she told him, and admitting something about her personal life to someone she had only just met was a big deal for Jen, but he’d seemed so dispirited just now she felt bad for him. “We moved a lot,” she shrugged. “I guess I’m excited about staying in one place for seven years.” Even if her Mom did move again - and Jen had no reason to believe that she would stay put - at least her daughter was safely enrolled at a boarding school that accepted students from (as far as Jen knew) anywhere. She wouldn’t mind being settled for a bit.
“Your best friend…” Jen started, curious about the nameless person that had been mentioned. She wouldn’t mind directing the conversation back at Ryder; she had already said more than was usual for her at a mealtime. “Why aren’t they here?” There could be all sorts of reasons, from a difference in age, to a different choice of school. Jen didn’t exactly leave any friends at home. There were some people she liked more than others, but they were all Muggles, as far as she knew. It would be cool, she guessed, to have someone to share magic with besides her Mom.
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Hard to keep in a school, though
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Zevalyn Ives
March 09, 2017 10:25 AM
The waterfalls are as close to an ocean as I've ever seen by Zevalyn Ives
Zevalyn's head was spinning from everything she had seen on the tour. It wasn't even just the big things, either. Obviously the potions room looked . . . incredible, she supposed was a good word, as it bore the connotations of both amazing and not believable. And the library was just, wow. Then there was the strange looking sports field. They all stood out and proclaimed as clearly as a Morgan Freeman narration that this was a magic school and that the concept of real life had ceased to exist.But then there were the little details, like portraits that moved and even talked. The lack of electricity. The complete wrongness of the everyday items laying about in the muggle studies classroom as subject material. The casual mention of elves doing the housecleaning. These were the things that really nailed it home that this was her new reality. Enough of the other people surrounding her just walked past these things like they were totally normal and the teacher guy didn't bother trying to draw attention to them, like he didn't even see them. If this had been made by normal people trying to convince other that magic was really real, they would have pointed out all the ways it was used to make everyday life easier, instead of just saying, "Here's the witches' toilet." And then moving on while a painting of a Renaissance lady tartly ordered him, "You ought to tell those elves to get in there, Professor. Someone splashed water all over the floor."
And then instead of using that as a launch point to talk about what the heck elves had to do with wet floors in the bathroom, they guy just stuck his head in a nearby classroom and called out, "Hey, Bonny, we've got a spill in the girl's bathroom, could you check that out? Thanks." Then there was a faint cracking sound and they carried on with the tour but s she walked past and looked through the half-opened door the professor hadn't closed behind him, all Zevalyn could see was a half full dust pan in the middle of the floor.
And then they entered into the aptly named Cascade Hall, and her mouth fell open as she stared around the place. Having lived her whole life in Arizona, she couldn't help but feel most of her state's water supply was crashing down the walls right here in this room.
She tore her eyes away from the waterfalls as a goblet started getting passed around, and she watched a few other people changed colors before it became her turn. She had read up on the Houses enough to know she was fairly solidly Aladren material, so she wasn't too surprised when she turned blue. She felt ridiculous, yes, but not surprised.
Self conscious about her coloring, she sat sown near some other people who were similarly hued instead of trying to find more people closer to her age. She was going to be in beginner classes anyway to start with, so she may as well get to know some of her classmates anyway.
First, though, there were people getting badges and an announcement of a concert next summer, and a school song (she didn't sing as she didn't know the tune). Then she was startled by the sudden appearance of a vast array of food onto the table all around her, and by the time she had gotten over surprise and filled her plate, two of the blue first years were already talking to each other.
At one day shy of her fourteenth birthday, she felt weird trying to join the conversation of two younger people, so she just watched them them and listened (she didn't think it counted as eavesdropping when she was being this obvious about it). The one boy seemed pretty friendly and she smiled at him a little in sympathy when the girl was not matching his enthusiasm, and she thought about inserting herself then, but then the girl loosened up a bit, and she wasn't sure if she should or not now.
Also, she wanted to know the answer to why Ryder's best friend wasn't here. She doubted it was the same reason why hers wasn't (having your best friend be the squib daughter of the muggleborn liaison officer assigned to watch your untrained muggleborn self until you could accept magic was real seemed like something that wouldn't happen very often) but if he was muggleborn, too, then it was reasonable to guess his friends were muggles, and it would be reassuring to know she wasn't the only one who found all of this to be completely new territory.
She decided to compromise. She would join the conversation. But she'd expand on Jen's question which could technically be answered without providing the one detail she most wanted to know. "Are you a muggleborn, too?" she asked almost hopefully. Then she worried it was rude to ask questions like that without providing a basic introduction, she added quickly, "I'm Zevalyn. A muggleborn from the suburbs of Pheonix."
OOC: Xavier is mine so I can write for him.
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The waterfalls are as close to an ocean as I've ever seen
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Ryder
March 09, 2017 11:11 PM
You, my new friend, are missing out. by Ryder
Ryder was pleasantly surprised that Jen decided to at least humor him and answer his questions. “Beet and cherry juice huh? Sounds...tasty?” He chuckled a bit. “I like cherry alright, but I am not sure about the beet part.” He reached across the table and poured himself an orange colored juice and sniffed it. He took a sip and nodded his head. “This one is good. It tastes like melons.”Listening to Jen state that she did not like her previous school either made Ryder feel a little more at ease. Ryder nodded as she explained that her family moved around a lot. “Moving around a lot would be hard, but it also sounds kind of fun. I mean, did you get to live a lot of different places? I have just lived in California all of my life.”
Ryder was not expecting Jen to ask a question about Lexi, but before he could answer, another girl asked if he was a muggleborn and introduced herself as Zevalyn Ives. He hesitated to answer. Ryder was not sure how much of his family history he was ready to divulge to two classmates he had just met. He was a half-blood, and while that didn’t bother him one bit, he knew some people would look down on him for not being a pureblood. His grandparents had no problems with doing that. He wasn’t really suspicious of Zevalyn, since she just stated that she is a muggleborn, but he didn’t know how Jen felt about half-bloods. He decided to choose a safe answer.
“No, I am not muggleborn,” Ryder said turning to face Zevalyn and then turned towards Jen again, “but my best friend, Lexi, is a muggle. That is why she is not here. She doesn’t even know about magic. She thinks I transferred to another school because of my, uh, incident at my last school. Some jerk broke my new skateboard, and let’s just say I was a little angry.”
Ryder turned towards Zevalyn once again. “My name is Ryder Knight. Are you in the same year as us?” He hoped he wasn’t being too forward or rude, but the girl appeared to be older than them. He had noticed her earlier during orientation, but wasn’t sure if she was in their year or just transferring here to another year.
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You, my new friend, are missing out.
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Jen
March 10, 2017 3:54 PM
You make friends real quick by Jen
“Are you a muggleborn, too?” a girl asked out of nowhere. Jen glanced at her, preparing to frown disapprovingly in her direction - so maybe her conversation with Ryder hadn’t exactly been private, but jumping in like that and asking personal questions was not okay - but the girl was an older student that Jen had seen at orientation, so she held back the frown and just looked, instead, wondering why she didn’t start Sonora in her first year like everyone else.She continued the interruption by introducing herself, which riled Jen. Luckily, the girl claimed to be a muggleborn from near Phoenix, so Jen frowned at her potato instead of at Zevalyn. It must be tough to be a muggleborn, from what she knew about it from her Mom, and just how she imagined it must be to discover this whole hidden world. Also Jen lived near Phoenix, too. Still, interrupting was not cool.
Ryder at least answered Jen’s question (after answering Zevalyn’s), about his best friend being a Muggle. That was a part of the reason Jen didn’t have a best friend, or many friends at all, really. She sometimes thought it might be different if she hadn’t moved around so much and she knew the same Muggle kids her whole life. It was a bit sad, but then Ryder said something about a school incident that sounded interesting enough for Jen to want to hear about it. But then he said something about his skateboard.
By the time she had realized what he said, Ryder was already talking to Zevalyn again. No, no way was her only link to her only passion being passed over so easily. “Wait wait, back up,” Jen said, sitting up straight, clearly more affected by Ryder now than she had been at any other point so far. “You’re telling me you skate?” She had completely forgotten her meal by this point. A lot of Jen’s more negative feelings about coming to school had to do with not being allowed to bring her skateboard with her. “No way.” She had also forgotten about Zevalyn. “Seriously the only thing I’m gonna miss from home is my skateboard.” Maybe her Mom, but if her Mom hadn’t forbidden it, then Jen would have her skateboard with her at school.
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Zevalyn
March 10, 2017 10:05 PM
This is awkward by Zevalyn
Not a muggleborn. Zevalyn felt a small rush of disappointment, and it showed on her face, but she consoled herself with the information that he at least knew - and was best friends with - a muggle, so he wasn't totally isolated from her world as she had come to understand some people here would be. That at least was reassuring. She hoped, though, that she'd find someone else to discover everything brand new with. It was really not nearly as fun exploring the unknown if the people with you didn't find it new and exciting, too.She opened her mouth to answer his seemingly simple question with a rather complex answer when Jen interrupted.
This was probably fair play in retaliation to her own butting into their original conversation, but it did leave her in the awkward position of not quite knowing if she should now butt out again now that she had learned the detail that she had wanted to know, or if she should consider herself part of the conversation now.
Jen didn't really seem to think so, which might have gotten awkward if they were going to be living together for seven years, but Zevalyn had it on pretty good authority that she'd be with the first years for no more than a year if she could pass enough placement exams at the end of this year to move up to intermediates for her 'second' year. She had no intention of failing those placement exams, so if she didn't get on with Jen, it would only be unpleasant for one school year. She was probably going to be spending most of it in the library trying to cover the other half of her beginner lessons anyway.
As the other two seemed to have found a bit of common ground that she did not share and they'd be working in close quarters for all seven of their Sonora years, she opted to put food in her open mouth instead of answering Ryder's question just then, and raised her eyebrows in question to show she wasn't going to think him rude if he answered Jen. Jen's question sounded more keen for an answer than Ryder's did anyway. Ryder had seemed idly curious while Jen was downright enthusiastic now, in stark contrast to her near apathy at the beginning of the conversation.
Besides, Zevalyn was in no rush to make an explanation she expected she'd need to make repeatedly over the next few weeks.
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This is awkward
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Ryder
March 19, 2017 11:45 PM
Trying to make things less awkward... by Ryder
While Ryder was waiting for Zevalyn to respond to him, Jen seemed ecstatic about his reply and began asking questions about skating. Zevalyn raised her eyebrows at him, which left Ryder in the awkward positon of whether to pursue an answer to the question he directed at Zevalyn, or to talk to Jen about his skateboard. He decided to do a bit of both.Ryder smirked at Jen a bit and replied, “Of course I skate.” He said it as though anyone who doesn’t skate is simply ridiculous, but his smirk implied that he was also using humor. “I brought my board with me. It is with my things in my dorm room. I am going to guess that you didn’t bring yours since you said you are going to miss it. You can always use mine sometime if you want.” Ryder couldn’t imagine living at school without his skateboard. He was always using it at home when he went out to meet Lexi or some of their mutual friends. He wondered why Jen did not bring her skateboard with her, but he figured that is something he could find out later. Instead he decided to try to find a way to include Zevalyn in the conversation, and after a moment he thought he knew how.
He smiled at Jen and turned back to Zevalyn to ask a question. “What about you? Have you ever tried skating? If you haven’t, it’s cool. Maybe I can show you a few pointers if you are interested in learning.” This was Ryder’s attempt at still including Zevalyn in the conversation while staying on the topic Jen was enthusiastic about, and he hoped it didn’t backfire. It appeared Jen was not even paying attention to what Zevalyn was saying, but Ryder was still interested in whether or not she was in their year.
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Trying to make things less awkward...
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Jen
March 22, 2017 6:35 AM
Okay, less awkward, whatever by Jen
He brought his board with him. Ryder had a skateboard, and he had it with him. Why did her mom hate her? Why? His skateboard was in his dorm room, right now. Jen's skateboard was in her bedroom at home, under her bed, for the next few months. “My Mom wouldn't let me bring it,” she said, angrily stabbing her fork into her potato.That was so unfair. Riding a broomstick was in no way going to be the same. Jen had actually been looking forward to riding a broom until she realised it was going to replace her board. At least there was a board here she could use, since Ryder had offered. That was nice of him, seeing as Jen doubted she would ever let anyone use her board. Ryder was okay, she decided. Even if he had a dumb name. No longer distracted by Ryder’s skating comments, she recalled he had added his surname in his introduction to Zevalyn. Seriously, his folks had named him Knight comma Ryder? Jen smirked at her potato.
Nice guy Ryder was even trying to include Zevalyn in the awesomeness that was skating. Sighing at her potato, now in a mushy, unappetising heap on her plate, Jen figured she could be a bit nicer to the muggleborn who was new but not a first year. “Yeah, I guess I could help, too, if you wanted to learn,” she said to Zevalyn with a noncommittal shrug. “I'm Jen,” she added, in case the apparently older girl hadn't caught her name earlier.
“So are you transferring here from another school? You’re not in first year, right?” Jen was determined to stay at this school. She guessed moving around was interesting, getting to live in different places and stuff, but she was done with that. She was going to have a home for more than three years, and she was going to know the same people for more than three years, and she was looking forward to that. At least there was one person now she thought could maybe get on with okay.
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Okay, less awkward, whatever
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Zevalyn
March 22, 2017 10:12 AM
Maybe for you by Zevalyn
After the earlier brush off and obvious interest both her Housemates had in skate boarding, she was uncertain whether or not declining Ryder's offer to teach her would result in being instantly ostracized. "I mostly do roller blading," she offered, hoping this was seen as a cool and related interest rather that some dorky and inferior alternative for the mainstream masses who were not hard core enough to skateboard. "But my mom made me leave them home, too," she added in sympathy to Jen. "I guess I could try to learn skateboarding though," she agreed, though she sounded doubtful enough that they could probably pick up on her fear that this would largely result in more bruises than fun, "but my elbow and knee pads are still at home, too." Yeah, totally not hard core here.Jen threw her a bone anyway, possibly out of pity, sharing her name and repeating Ryder's earlier question. "No," she corrected the understandable misconception, "not a transfer, unless you count coming from muggle school. I'm starting magic fresh with you guys. My parents are both scientists, so we all thought the Sonora brochures a few years ago were a hoax and tried to get the wizard telling us otherwise arrested. Snopes debunked the existence of a school called Sonora Academy, you know."
She shrugged, then jumped to the end of the story, "But it's kind of hard to deny magic is real when you accidentally create some kind of magical wormhole and appear five miles away from where you just were, so we finally let the muggleborn liaison officers talk to us, and they explained untrained use was very dangerous and I really needed a magical education before I left a leg behind or something. So here I am. They'll let me test out of second year if I do extra work and learn all the beginner coursework in one year instead of two, and I can take my CATS after just two years of intermediates if I feel ready for that, so I can try to catch up to the current third years, which is where I would be if I'd started when I was eleven. I'd rather not still be here when I'm twenty, so that's my plan right now. But, yeah, technically, I am a first year until I can pass a test to skip up."
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