Headmaster Brockert

September 14, 2019 4:13 PM
Midterm had passed as it usually did for Mortimer, parties with annoying, boring people who wasted a lot of words on things that were not worth talking about. He hated small talk so much and that was all anyone brought up. The weather. Quidditch. Work at dull jobs. Even Mortimer hadn't had a good work story since Joe Umland almost punched him while aiming for his brother as he didn't really interact with the students much other than his own granddaughters. If someone was coming to see him, that probably meant they were in big trouble.

Bottom line was that if you weren't related to him-or, Mortimer supposed, friends with his grandchildren-you did not want to be on his radar.

Family get togethers were slightly better. Slightly . There were still an awful lot of small children about but none of his daughters-in-law were pregnant. Maybe Miles would be his last grandchild. Ben was done and he hoped Zeke was. He wasn't sure about Gene or Elmer and Eustace had yet to procreate at all-which Mortimer wasn't convinced was a bad thing- even though he still badly wanted a son. The headmaster wasn't holding his breath on this happening. Helena had had many miscarriages over the years.

Anyway, he looked forward to the day that Miles passed that loud little kid stage. The child wasn't quite four months old yet so it would be awhile.

Now it was time for the Returning Feast. The students filed in and took their seats. Mortimer stood up and said. "Welcome back to Sonora. I hope you all had a nice holiday. Before we begin, one small reminder. Uniform robes are to be worn during all classes." He had heard about one of the first years who never wore hers. Some people just didn't seem to get that rules applied to them too. Especially Pecaris. With that, he sat down and began to eat.
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Anya Delachene

September 18, 2019 3:28 PM
The Headmaster’s speeches were short enough that not even Anya could quite manage to tune them out before they were over. Tonight, she kind of wished she had. Jasmine was frowning at her, wearing that look that was a conflicted mix between I-told-you-so and why-am-I-related-to-you?, and even Anya felt a little bit mortified to be called out in front of everybody. He didn’t use her name, of course, but she wasn’t wearing her uniform at the feast and it wouldn’t be hard for the older students to extrapolate that she was the troublemaker who didn’t wear it to class either.

Still, he didn’t harp on it too much (she kind of thought the Headmaster might be constitutionally incapable of harping on anything because that would require too many words - or maybe he thought he just did harp on it a lot, but Anya was used to her mother and Holly Delachene was a master at harping on a thing so Anya didn’t mind his version so much aside from it being so very public) so her acute embarrassment passed just as quickly, leaving only a slight discomfort in her belly as the food appeared.

Deciding that could best be appeased with a lot of starch, she reached for the mashed potatoes and dolloped a large helping onto her plate. Smiling at her neighbor like she hadn’t just been reprimanded by the Headmaster himself, she asked cheerfully, “Did you have a good Christmas?”


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Parker Fitzgerald

September 20, 2019 11:34 AM
Parker was surprisingly not hungry. As of late he had felt like there was a pit in his stomach that food simply could not fill. But some how after breakfast today the pit had acquired a lid of some sort.

He had sat quietly on the wagon ride into school, nodding to his sisters plan to start some sort of club. He hadn't been paying close attention. Instead his thoughts were... well no where really. He was trying to figure out where the hole had gone.

As they got off the wagon he had smiled at Lyssa and promised her something... he couldn't remember what exactly, and had gone off to his room to put things down.

Something felt off. He couldn't explain what it was, but he felt off and he didn't know what it was. He'd put on his robes, which made it hard to really move the way he wanted and had walked into the Hall not fully paying attention to anything.

Though when the Headmaster started speaking Parker paid attention. Anything to get out of his wandering head. He raised his eyebrows at the Headmasters very public denouncement of people not wearing robes. His first year he'd forgotten more than a few times, so it seemed odd. Though maybe someone did it more often than that. He looked around and the young woman next to him was not wearing a robe.

He saw her look at another table at the highfalutin Jasmine and turn back towards the table. Parker remembered this first year. Lyssa said they were on the same team and this girl was... intense. Just as Parker was about to offer some words of encouragement the young woman's demeanor changed and she cheerfully asked him a question.

"Umm... it was good," Parker said, realizing he may have just gone for the longest period of time not saying something. "Family stuff. My older brother being annoyed with me and my sister, my younger sister trying to out read the library or tell my parents every plan she has for Sonora domination. At least I was able to get out into the snowy mountains for a bit, which is always nice."

Nodding towards where Jasmine was sitting he asked, "How was yours?"
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Anya

September 25, 2019 3:00 PM
Not knowing the older boy at all, Anya listened to, but did not really register, his comments about his siblings interactions with him, each other, and their parents. She kinda thought maybe she might know one of those siblings, but she couldn’t say who that might be given that she wasn’t entirely sure who he was himself.

But her interest visibly sharpened when he mentioned snowy mountains. Her mountains were awesome but they were neither tall enough nor north enough to get much snow, even in the winter. Even beyond the concern of temperature which didn’t often dip below 35F, she lived in desert territory, so precipitation was unlikely to begin with, and white Christmases were really just a thing she saw in books or on television. Outside was colder than normal, too cold to really be pleasant, but it was still above freezing, and looked basically the same as it always did.

He asked about her break and glanced at Jasmine, which told her he probably knew who she was better than she knew who he was, but her break hadn’t been super interesting. “It was fine,” she said dismissively, feeling no compulsion to discuss the same events that happened in December every year. Besides, if he did know Jasmine, and ever asked her that question, the answer would probably be the same. The only thing that changed was the number of babies. This year, Aunt Molly’s kids were too big to count as babies anymore, but Uncle Luke had a new grandson.

She couldn’t entirely ignore the question though, because there was one spot of interest, so she did add, “Lucy’s pregnancy is progressing nicely. She’ll have her foal by Easter, Mom said. Maybe by summer she’ll be old enough I can teach the baby how to take a rider!” For some of the smaller breeds it was best to wait until they were yearlings or even three or four years old for some of the muggle ones that matured slowly, but Abraxons would be born bigger than Anya was now. Summer would still be too early for an adult rider, of course, but Anya was comparatively light and short.

That shared, she leaned toward him and declared, “Now tell me about your snowy mountains. Are they near your house? How snowy? Are the mountains huge? Do you have rocky cliffs or are there trees? Is the snow soft? I live in the desert of Southern California. Assume I don’t know what snow is like. I mean, it sometimes happens, but it’s rare, and it hasn’t happened in a few years, and I don’t remember being six very well.”
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