Headmaster Brockert

June 28, 2019 4:31 PM
Another year was upon them and this year, his granddaughter Sapphire would be starting her first year at Sonora. Mortimer had to admit that the novelty of grandchildren starting school was starting to wear off. As was having new ones in general. Madeleine was due soon. Not that Mortimer wouldn't love his new grandchild any less than the ones that he already had. Not that he would show it any more than he always had. He was also concerned about Sapphire and how she would get on at school with her epilepsy. Fortunately, the young first year was well medicated but she was different and young people weren't kind to those who were different. If anyone bullied her, they would be in deep trouble.

Once everyone seemed to be in attendance, Mortimer placed a Sonorus charm on himself and began to speak. "Welcome to Sonora for the new first years and welcome back for all older students. First years, you should have receieved 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."

After the first years had been settled, Mortimer continued."Would Kir McLeod and Natalie Atwater please come up and get your Head Student badges." This outcome had rather surprised-and sort of disappointed-Mortimer, he had somewhat expected Emerald to win. However, he wasn't disappointed in Emerald, but in her classmates. He always knew teenagers didn't have any sense.

"In addition I'd like to call up Gary Harper, Dorian Montoir, Peyton O'Malley and Parker Fitzgerald to receive their prefect badges. Congratulations." Also disappointing that Ruby hadn't won. And Mortimer couldn't even blame that on teenagers exercising poor judgement.

Once the new prefects and Head Students had returned to their tables, Mortimer continued. "This year we will be having Team Challenges." He was pleased about this, the Challenges kept everyone busy. "Your teams will be announced within the next few weeks and at the end of the year, we will be having our annual Midsummer event, the bonfire."

"Now we will sing the school song." Or they would, rather. Lyric sheets were passed around and the song began.


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.


That done, he dug into his steak and bourbon.
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Winston Pierce

July 10, 2019 9:25 AM
Winston arrived to the Cascade Hall early for his last Opening Feast. This was partly due to hunger, as he had not grabbed a snack since arriving. Having flown in the wagon from New England, he’d brought snacks for the trip and by the time he arrived, his stomach was too unsettled from all the jostling to have any sort of hunger left, but his stomach had by now sorted itself out and was demanding to be filled.

That all could have been ignored, or at least rectified by one of the chocolate bars he kept in his room for late night studying and last minute essay writing. The largest part of his decision to come down early was to pick a good seat from which he could collect his Head Boy badge.

Except the Feast began and the small people were sorted and names were called out and his was not among them. Neither was Emerald’s, who he‘d thought was a shoo in for Head Girl. If Natalie Atwood and That Teppenpaw weren’t up there, he could have almost thought the Headmaster forgot to name Head Boy and Head Girl. But Natalie and That Teppenpaw were up there. And they were being given badges.

Winston glowered, furious that someone who didn’t even exist was getting his badge.

“Who voted for that guy?” he demanded of his neighbor after the song and passed unheeded and the food was beginning to appear. He was so mad he almost forgot he was hungry.

Almost, but not quite. He began filling his plate after his stomach rumbled in response to the wonderful smells that accompanied the food.
1 Winston Pierce He’s walking away with *my* badge! 370 Winston Pierce 0 5

Simon Mordue

July 10, 2019 7:21 PM
If you asked Simon (which no-one had, but that was, to his mind, rather beside the point), the system for selecting Head Boy and Head Girl was rather inappropriate. One did not simply entrust the keys to the doors to power into the hands of the masses. One had to give them the illusion they mattered, of course, otherwise goblins agitated the hoi polloi and said hoi polloi tried to riot against their betters and whatnot, but there always had to be higher authorities to keep them in line.

In theory, the staff was supposed to provide that guidance. In practice, Simon thought (though again no-one had asked him, which was again beside the point) they did an inconsistent job of doing that at best. The Head Boy and Girl ballot, for instance. They had put Kir McLeod on it. What madness had possessed them to allow that? The Headmaster was from a respectable enough family, for goodness sakes, or at least a large and rich one. He should not have allowed it, but there were a lot of youngish professors of no recognizable name, and now here they were, in a position where he and Winston, the most appropriate candidates in their year, were in their seats while Kir McLeod was in worrisome proximity to a proper lady and getting a badge.

"It certainly wasn't me," he replied sourly to Winston's indignant question as the food appeared.

He was also, however, not so high-minded as to ignore said food, and so he ignored the systemic problems with all these no-names getting into positions of authority long enough to put food on his plate. From the looks and smells of it, the food, at least, had not suffered in quality due to declining management, so there was that at least. Once he had an adequate quantity of tasty-looking things in front of him, though, he returned to the more important subject. "I can't believe he was even an option. Do you think Brockert's beginning to go a bit...." He touched his temple as discreetly as possible to indicate what he meant by that. "It's like there are no standards for anything anywhere anymore," he grumbled.
16 Simon Mordue Quite a feat for someone who doesn't exist. 369 Simon Mordue 0 5