The remainder of the train ride passed with more chatter and seat switching than the year before. The general conses was that the cloaks seem fishy but everyone still wants to go at least check it out. Past that the ride seemed to go faster. In the general way younger students gathered in a neat line to be rowed across the lake, while everyone else took the carriages then into the great hall for the feast.
The sorting seemed to take ages, as one by one each of the twenty or so first years were sorted. The last first year was sorted and Headmistress Mckelly took a stand, her warm gaze seeming to be aimed at every student. "Good evening everyone, and welcome to another great year. I'll only keep you waiting a little while longer but there is some important business. During the Hogwarts express trip each compartment received an invitation from a certain political group. I'd like to remind students that this may not be in their best interest." She paused to give the students a stern but motherly look. It was in her opinion that a school was no place for a political rally. "At any rate, you all must be starving, dig in.".
In a moment the tables filled with heaps of food and chatter began.
@Ceta de Cloyes
As all the non-first years entered the great hall Oliver veered off to the left, sitting with his fellow Hufflepuffs. One of the seventh years was showing off pictures of her new baby frogs. Just before summer break the old frog had laid a bunch of eggs so this sort of thing was inevitable. In a way that sort of weird thing was nice, just the sort of thing he liked about Hogwarts.
After all the first years had been sorted and old Mckelly had said her bit he picked at the food, finding the best dishes. Finding stuffed goose was easy enough but raspberry povlova and other sweet dishes were a little more rare.
Plate full he turned to Mike for conversation."So I guess Mckelly doesn't really want kids going to the cloaks thing," He began, pausing to search for the right words, "are you thinking of going?"
The sorting seemed to take ages, as one by one each of the twenty or so first years were sorted. The last first year was sorted and Headmistress Mckelly took a stand, her warm gaze seeming to be aimed at every student. "Good evening everyone, and welcome to another great year. I'll only keep you waiting a little while longer but there is some important business. During the Hogwarts express trip each compartment received an invitation from a certain political group. I'd like to remind students that this may not be in their best interest." She paused to give the students a stern but motherly look. It was in her opinion that a school was no place for a political rally. "At any rate, you all must be starving, dig in.".
In a moment the tables filled with heaps of food and chatter began.
Oliver Rivers
@Ceta de Cloyes
As all the non-first years entered the great hall Oliver veered off to the left, sitting with his fellow Hufflepuffs. One of the seventh years was showing off pictures of her new baby frogs. Just before summer break the old frog had laid a bunch of eggs so this sort of thing was inevitable. In a way that sort of weird thing was nice, just the sort of thing he liked about Hogwarts.
After all the first years had been sorted and old Mckelly had said her bit he picked at the food, finding the best dishes. Finding stuffed goose was easy enough but raspberry povlova and other sweet dishes were a little more rare.
Plate full he turned to Mike for conversation."So I guess Mckelly doesn't really want kids going to the cloaks thing," He began, pausing to search for the right words, "are you thinking of going?"