Sign-up Thread (Always Open)
of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: Fenris Kinshire
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc.,
Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, International Confed. of Wizards)
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Sir Lyre Endon
Welcome, one and all, to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizadry.
We congratulate you on your acceptance into this fine establishment and are eager to allow your enrollment. As you should well know the Wizarding World is, at present, in a state of harmony; the last Wizarding War ended a great many years ago, and while we are thankful for the generous contributions of our ancestors such talk is mere history now.
Of course even over these long years little has changed; new teaching staff, new students, yes, but the same rivalries and predjudices as have always existed still linger. We ask, of course, that you try to get along with all of your fellow students during your time at Hogwarts, but, alas, we are fully aware of how difficult such a feat is for young first-years.
But I am rambling.
Welcome, one and all, to Hogwarts.
Sir Lyre Endon
Changes to Canon
I have decided that the 1st of September will be on a Monday - the sorting and feast will take place when students arrive at Hogwarts that day, and lessons will start on Tuesday.
We begin at Platform 9 3/4.
If the timetable seems off please tell me and I'll edit it, the same if anyone is uncomfortable with it.
If this goes well we'll continue onto second year in a seperate rp, but until then electives such as Care of Magical Creatures do not play a part in the first-year curriculum.
Semper rolled his eyes at the muggles around him, shooting them demeaning looks as he pushed past them. He grimaced slightly as his robes brushed the hand of a muggle mother, pulling the fabric close against his body and sneering slightly. He supposed that he'd probably do something similar if it were a wizard too, but then at least he wouldn't feel so contaminated by the contact.
Nonetheless he follwed his father past the crowd, heading directly towards the barrier seperating King's Cross station from Platform 9 3/4. He smirked as he strolled through, glad to be rid of the odd looks the muggles kept shooting him. But he would rather look 'stupid' in their eyes than actually dress in their godawful attire.
Sneering once more, as though for good measure, Semper began to wade through the students, ignoring his parents' goodbyes.
Rachel grinned, waving to her father and practically diving through the barrier to Platform 9 3/4 in her excitement. This was great. So great. She'd finally get to go to Hogwarts, but more importantly actually get to meet other wizards. Sure, it would be nice to get a good education and such, but to be honest she was really only there for the gossip.
And Secondary School gossip was some of the best, she'd heard - younger students were fickle things - to be honest she didn't even count herself as one. They were embarrassingly bad with secrets. But oh, how much fun it would be, to be able to twist people's words and cause such pain.
This would be fun, she told herself, waving goodbye to her mother. Her father may have been a muggle, but her mother could still come through to the platform. She smiled. This would definitely be fun.
Lyre sighed slightly to himself, smirking ever so slightly. The students would be boarding right about now, he supposed. A new year, new first-years to terrorise with Dark Magic. He snorted. There were always a few who would hate him for the class he taught, those who would immediately class him as evil.
But he supposed that was partially why he taught his class - to prove not all Dark Magic was inherently evil. Nonetheless that was how it always was, and he was fully prepared.
Wondering idly whether any new teachers would be on the Express alongside the students he began to flip through his class notes, trying to assure himself he was prepared.
He was the deputy-head, he told himself; of course he was prepared.