Headmaster Brockert

August 18, 2017 3:55 PM
This year Mortimer was a bit more interested in the incoming students than he was last year as another of his granddaughters, Ruby, was going to be attending.

She would be among the first students who would be trying out their new sorting method. Honestly, Mortimer didn't understand why it needed to be changed. Generations upon generations had been sorted this way and had grown up to be just fine. He never did undestand why things needed to change when the old ways worked perfectly well. Tradition was important. However, apparently, people had complained about the lack of sanitation regarding sharing a cup which was ridiculous. Even Annabeth hadn't raised a fuss over Owen doing so and she was incredibly overprotective. Honestly, kids were too soft now what with all the special diets that said everything with any flavor was bad for you. All that gluten free organic sugar free nonsense. Conspiracy by the blasted vegetable industry if you asked him.

They would change the food over his dead body. They could have those items too but they weren't taking away his steaks! After all, the kitchen elves had only just perfected steaks the way he liked them. Practically still mooing.

At least though, the year was off to a better start. No dealings with student altercations. Probably because after last year, Mortimer had wisely decided to stay in his office until the feast.

The first years arrived and Mortimer stood, placing a Sonorous charm on himself and began the usual spiel. Honestly, whatever he said at the Opening Feast was practically the same every year. Of course, now he would have to change it just a little. "Welcome to Sonora for the new first years and welcome back for all older students. First years, you should have recieved a blank badge at the end of Orientation." At least they hadn't gotten it when they first got there, some were liable to lose it. "You will dunk the badge in the Sorting Potion and it 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."

He watched as Ruby joined the Teppenpaw table along with two boys. Sorting might have been done by the potion and not him specifically,but so far he was four for four on guessing his closer relatives.

Once the first years had settled , Mortimer began his next announcement"Would Owen Brockert and Samantha Meeks please come up and get your Head Student badges? In addition I'd like to call up Nevaeh Reid, Joseph Umland, Angelique Brockert and Theresa Whittaker to recieve their prefect badges. Congratulations." He was pretty satisfied with Angelique and Owen being awarded the badges. That meant their parents would be happy and when others were happy, it made his own life easier and while Owen was incredibly soft, he was at least better than John Umland. On that note,Joe Umland's promotion, did not thrill him.

After they returned to their seats, Mortimer made one last announcement. "This year's Midsummer Event will be the bonfire. Now we shall sing the school song." And by we , he meant them .

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 school song had been sung, Mortimer dug into his steak.

Ahh, juicy, just the way he liked it.
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Loren Aalto

August 27, 2017 7:42 AM
Loren had found it difficult to adjust to life at Sonora Academy at first. There was so much to grow accustomed to, all worth it of course if it meant she didn’t have to see Brian everyday. He was her mother’s new husband and Loren despised him. The feeling seemed to be mutual.

The kids here were all very different from that in the muggle elementary schools she’d attended in the past, where she’d been very good at getting what she wanted out of them. She had thought the people at Sonora would just be a lot like her and Luke, maybe minus the surfing obsession since they came from all over the country, but as it turned out most of them were just so weird. Loren had envisaged getting up to all kinds of fun with her new girl squad at boarding school, all whom followed her lead of course, but now that she was here she didn’t see how she could ever end up being friends with such dorks.

Thus Loren had spent a lot of her first year following Luke around whenever he let her. But he was a year older and had his own friends and things to do so that wasn’t always a viable option. She was glad that he’d told her about the MARS water room so she had known to bring her board and they went surfing together as much as they could. Unfortunately Luke had got it into his head that it would be a cool idea to run a surfing club in the new term. Loren couldn’t think of anything worse. Surfing was their thing - what was the point in sharing it and ruining their fun times together?

But she wasn’t going to dwell on that for the time being. At the moment it was time to observe the fresh meat entering the food chain as they lined up to be sorted and then perhaps make some effort making small talk during the feast. It was pretty clear to Loren that she was going to have to suck it up and find some girl friends in this bizarre place. How was she going to gain any real authority over the first years if she didn’t have any friends. People like Loren were never the kind to be left friendless - that was the sort of loser thing they laughed at other people for. Although, it wasn’t exactly her fault that everyone around her seemed so… unappealing. She was seriously going to drop her standards and she’d make sure they knew it.

When the headmaster had said the same dull few words he’d said last year and they were finally permitted to begin the feast, Loren began serving herself. “Pass the pasta, please,” she asked one her neighbouring housemates. Her attempts to sound polite had been known to sound fake or condescending but in all honesty she didn’t really care. People could be so funny sometimes - it wasn’t her fault.
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Salali Bly

August 28, 2017 5:20 PM
“Nobody’s ever going to want you, you know. You’re a freak.”

Salali couldn’t stop hearing the words in her head. The other girls at the orphanage… did not like her. She hadn’t realized it before. She thought they were her friends. But they weren’t. When she got home from school, she found her bed shifted as far as the room would allow from theirs, with the rest pushed together so tightly it was almost as if they were one giant bed.

The girls were talking about being adopted when she entered the room. Apparently, when you turned thirteen, your chances of being adopted decreased. Nobody wanted a teenager, it seemed. The other girls were all Salali’s age - she didn’t know when her birthday was, exactly, but there was a relative time frame it had to be in - and she tried to be positive, to reassure them. And then they said that. Not only was she too old now to be adopted, but she was too weird to be loved. They said she would age out of the foster system. They said she would be on her own. They said nobody would care.

At least at Sonora, she had friends. Or maybe she didn’t? She thought people were her friends - the girls of her year had such a lovely lunch event together! - but maybe they weren’t. After all, she’d thought the orphans were her friends, too. Salali felt very sad, and, all at once, very, very lonely.

She half-heartedly listened to the Headmaster Leader Man talk, and while the prospect of something called a bonfire - she didn’t know “bon” but she knew “fire” and she liked that, so hopefully it was similar - sounded fun, she didn’t really raise her head much until someone beside her spoke, asking her to pass the pasta. Salali knew what that was and wanted to be helpful, but she saw two bowls of pasta before her. One with a white sauce, and one with a red. “Ummm… which one?” she asked, her words crisp with forced literacy. “Sorry,” she added without really knowing why. She just felt bad and guilty and… and dumb.
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