Headmaster Regal

May 20, 2011 7:57 PM
It was the end of his first term as Headmaster of Sonora Academy, and he had loved every single day of it. Yes, it was a lot of work, but he liked the working atmosphere the Staff members brought. They made his job a whole lot easier. Of course, there had been some ups and downs along the way, but that was normal in life. David was happy about taking this job, his wife had been even happier, the increase in his paycheck had enabled her to do some things she wanted for a long time, like change the kitchen and stuff like that.

In his time at Sonora, his hair had grayed considerably, he didn’t mind, that was part of life. Getting older, but with age came knowledge and experience. Things he wanted to pass down to the younger generations, the main reason he had pursued a career in education. There was really nothing better than to mold the future generations of the wizarding world.

The Quidditch Pitch had been transformed, once again. Half of it was filled with wizarding tents. They would give the students from different houses the chance to sleep together. Of course, they were charmed to prevent any coed after-hours activities. Each tent had four comfortable cots and a bathroom, to be shared by the occupants. On the other side of the Pitch was a big mound of wood that would house the massive bonfire, a few yards from it a stage had been constructed for the musical entertainment of the night: the Nowhere Men. He had been told that that particular group had ties to the school. A few yards to the right, there was a long table laded with every kind of food and beverages imaginable. David was happy about everything. It was now time to start with the fun!

David stepped into the stage and addressed the congregated students, “Good evening!” his voice sounded throughout the pitch, thanks to a sonorous charm. The sun was setting, giving a rather breathtaking scene. “Welcome to the end of term bonfire,” David smiled. “Before we start with the fun, I want to announce that Daniel Nash and Charlotte Abbot will continue with their duties as Head students for the next term.” David applauded them, they had done a rather good job, and he was happy to keep them in their positions.

“Now, the main activity is to have a kind of cleansing ritual. Each of you will burn something of your past, as a way of getting rid of what burdens you.” The Headmaster patted his robe pocket, where he was keeping what he was going to burn.

Headmaster Regal stepped down from the stage and ignited the mound of wood. He stayed there watching the fire do its jobs. The fire would be controlled by magic, to prevent any kind of accident. Once the flames were dancing, he took out the picture of Scotland and threw it into the fire. He smiled, he had to let go of the past, since his future and present were in the United States. “Now, we can begin!” He took a step back and watched everyone do their thing. After the cleansing ritual, they would be able to enjoy the amenities. He could hear the group starting to play. This was an excellent way to end his first term as Headmaster.
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Demelza Eagle

May 30, 2011 10:01 AM
Demelza loved fire. Ever since she earned that she could stick her hand in one and not be burned into a piece of toast, she realized it was yet another thing that was told to be cautioned when it wasn't really that dangerous. Her mom, being a former Magical Animal hunter, had taught her not to be prejudgemental of any animal. Her little sister, who was often prejudgemented because of her disabilities, taught her to not be prejudgemental of humans. Mel had taken both of these lessons and made it so that she was not prejudg mental of anything. This was why she loved fire so much. It wasn't so dangerous. It had its perks--it cooked food and brought warmth and light. How could she be afraid of something so plentiful?

Since it was going to be hot around the fire, and because it was nearing summer and hot in desert, Mel wore navy mini shorts and a loose and thin back and white stripped tee shirt with one shoulder hanging around her mid bicep. Her straight, medium length chocolate brown hair was pulled to hang over one shoulder, and she overall thought she looked kind of pretty. Not that the fourth year really ever cared about her appearance. That wasn’t what was rally important in life. She had been working out every day, working on building her arm strength and accuracy when whacking bludgers. She didn't want to be an egomaniac, but she was quite positive that she was probably the best beater in the school. No one practiced as hard as her. Quiddich was her whole life, and she planned on going pro after she left Sonora. This summer she was going to Australia to their nation Quidditch team's summer camp to learn from professionals (besides her brother who was already on Australia's national team. He was the one who got her a spot in the camp.)

Demelza wasn't sure what to burn. Almost two years ago she fell off her broom in Africa (yeah, she's been just about everywhere) and suffered from amnesia. The effects were less prominent nowadays, but she still didn't remember much from before her tragic fall. Of course, she had given up on her dream to be a famous musician since she decided her new life goal was to go pro... yes, that was the answer. It pained her so much to do, and her parents would probably kill her, but it had to be done. She would have to burn her guitar. Music was no longer a great part of her life, no matter how much it saddened her. She was giving it up. Paul would be upset...but this wasn't about him. This was about her.

Demelza showed up to the bonfire with her guitar strapped around her shoulder. She sat right next to it. She wanted to badly to put it in... but she couldn't do it. This guitar was the reason much of her memory came back after her amnesia. She was told to continue practicing it by doctors, who said that she remembered to play it was a good sign her memory would improve. She had played this guitar for everyone at the talent show last year. She sat up in her tree in the gardens outside of her dorm all the time, just chilling and all. So... she took off the yellow strap from her left handed guitar and threw that into the fire. It could mean many things; she wasn't going to be strapped into doing something she didn't want to do. Yes, that was what it meant. She wasn't going to have anyone tell her what to do. She was growing up. She was going to turn 16 in August!

She signed, and then sat back down. She put her guitar off to the side. Maybe she would burn it later. She just didn't really want to. "Do you think I should burn this?" She asked the person next to her, pointing at her guitar. She needed a second opinion.
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Samantha Hamilton

June 05, 2011 7:30 AM
Bonfires were always good fun. Samantha's family had made bonfires almost every year in fall, with all the tree suttings and dried leaves in their yard. She and her brothers had toasted marshmellows and cooked potatoes wrapped up in foil on the flames. It was fun, but had no real meaning beyond that. This bonfire at Sonora held definite meaning. The idea was to burn something you wanted to put behind you, or something like that. Samantha'd had lots of ideas (which indicated there was a lot in her life she wanted to put behind her, and she thought that in itself was an indication she may need to visit a shrink at some point in her life, but she decided to ignore that for now). At first she thought about burning something Muggle, to embrace her identity as a witch, but actually she was still fond of her Muggle heritage, and didn't think it was approrpiate to put that behind her. So next she thought about her step-dad, who she hadn't really liked that much anyway, and who was now her not-step-dad anyway. Her mother's last letter had indicated that she and Dave, Samantha's younger brother, were now living with Rob, her older brother, and his girlfriend. It didn't sound like a happy household, and Samantha wondered how she would fit into it when she got home; there were only three bedrooms in that house. Anyway, she would have been happy to do that, but she discovered she had nothing of her step-dad's with her to burn. She'd known her mom was leaving him at midterm, so she'd been careful not to pack anything that she might assosciate with him.

Finally, Samantha had made a choice. Her mind kept returning to her Rob's high school t-shirt that she'd borrowed several years ago and never returned. It was getting closer to actually fitting her, rather than being enormous (as it had been when she'd first appropriated it). The third year still loved it - it reminded her of hom, and of her family, and it was comfortable in its familiarity. Though, it was scruffy. And boyish. And was that really who Samantha wanted to be? She'd never put much stock in her appearance, preferring to be comfortable. That was before she'd met Rachel Bauer, who'd shown her that she could look nice and be comfortable, with a little help from magic. Samantha hadn't taken full advantage of this knowledge yet, but she had worn her heeled boots to a class a couple of times, and occasionally she'd worn a sirt under her robes instead of her usual tattered jeans and tracksuits. Tonight, because it was a school occasion, she'd worn flat shoes because of the mud on the pitch, but she was wearing a dress - one of her step-sister Gemma's cast offs, that was white with blue horizontal stripes, and little red starfish - and had put in her hoops earrings. She thought she looked nice this way, and the more often she thought that when she looked in the mirror, the more often Samantha wanted to dress like that. The t-shirt had to go. If she held onto it she'd only be tempted to wear it, and she had grown out of being in her brother's shadow. She was Samantha at Sonora, not Sam (though only because Sam Bauer had claimed the shortened name first), and Samantha was a girl's name. Girls didn't wear their brother's old high school t-shirts.

Feeling apprehensive of her new self but pleased all the same, samantha threw the garment into the flames, and felt a sense of liberating trepidation that she had to survive without it from now on. She knew she had it in her. So, satisfied, Samantha turned from the flames, and joined a few people sitting on the ground. One of them - Demelza, who samantha had worked with in class a couple of times - said, "Do you think I should burn this?"

Samantha looked. It was a guitar - something a great deal more substantial than an old t-shirt. "Why would you want to burn that?" she enquired.
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