An active, character-driven Hogwarts experience set in the early 2000s. Unique items, plots, and features. Non-canon; this isn't Harry Potter's story, it's ours.
Post by Nyx Nordstrom on Aug 6, 2019 8:49:31 GMT 10
How could anyone not be immobilized by The Great Hall? The floors, majestic arches, glittering lights, enchanted dome.. everything in sight was magnificent. The room was vibrating with its usual breathtaking vigor; sparkling stars spilled kaleidoscopic spots of light that drifted across the vault of the ceiling, as vibrant reds, blues, yellows and greens ornamented the space with utmost pride. It was stunning, dazzling. The large hall shined with promise of a fruitful year.
The hum of the new year radiated throughout the gathering room as excited students were seated at their corresponding house's table and respected professors were stationed ahead of the congregation in order to overlook the evening's festivities. An overwhelming crackle of restless energy stirred within the air, as the impending sorting process was bound to be underway at any moment. It was a rite of passage that all first years experienced.
Then, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. "Nordstrom, Nyx!"
As soon as she heard her name, Nyx felt a shift in her self. This was the moment she had been waiting for. She took a confident breath, squared her shoulders, and pushed through the crowd to reach the front of the assembly. After taking a seat upon the stool, the enchanted hat was placed atop her head. Resting beneath the sentient relic, a head of slicked-back blonde hair framed a porcelain complexion and a broad, gracious forehead with icy eyes and pillowy lips.
Let's see which house you believe deserves me more, Nyx thought to herself.
Last Edit: Aug 9, 2019 5:14:02 GMT 10 by Nyx Nordstrom
Professor McGonagall placed the hat on Nyx's head. Its dark flap fell over her eyes, hiding the view of the Great Hall and its many students. The hat was still and quiet for a moment, before Nyx's finally received a hum of consideration that only she could hear.
'Interesting,' said the hat. 'You have quite the thirst to prove yourself - to achieve beyond the standards others set. That is both an admiration and a curse, but where to put you?'
A pause.
'There's intellect, no doubt. Competitiveness, too - yet not always about victory. I see logical tactic and a desire to seize opportunities. You would do well in Ravenclaw, there's no doubt about that. Yes, indeed.' The hat hummed again. 'Then again, while you strive for brilliance you also desire recognition. There'a ambition and a personal need to be the best. Slytherin would suit you well. So where to put you?'
The hat went quiet, giving Nyx the chance to consider her two options and react. It was confident of where she belonged, but it was her own thoughts and preferences that would confirm the decision. Was she a Ravenclaw who had an instinctive desire to improve and challenge herself, or was she a resourceful Slytherin whose achievements were a means to an end?
Personal growth or personal gain - which did she aspire to most?
Post by Nyx Nordstrom on Aug 7, 2019 22:23:04 GMT 10
"Of course," she unknowingly murmured aloud.
Her mother was a tried–and–true Ravenclaw; to her, a flunked exam was nearly as bad as an expulsion. Her seven wondrous years at Hogwarts were always a constant topic of conversation brought up or mentioned throughout Nyx's upbringing. With all that in consideration, was Nyx content in simply following in her mother's footsteps—able to share similar stories in which she and her mother could further bond—or did she perhaps want to carve out another destiny?
My father was supposedly a Slytherin and I don't know him—but, I also don't want to know him, she silently reflected. Could the celebrated relic even process her inner thoughts?
Her father was nothing more than a generous donor; an allegedly handsome, pureblooded specimen that so graciously gave her mother what she had wanted: a child. Then he up and disappeared. Never heard from or seen again. Did Nyx want to further contribute to his legacy?
Nyx could feel a sea of young faces watching with curiosity, expressions likely frozen with anticipation. This, in turn, pressured the blue-eyed child to make a decision that would affect the next seven years of her life; she had to choose and choose now. Ravenclaw, she finally decided within herself, I believe that's where I'm meant to be. And then she anxiously waited.
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'If you're sure...' the hat said, though there was a smugness about it. 'Better be...'
A polite and respectful, though no less welcoming, applause began at the Ravenclaw table. Professor McGonagall removed the hat from Nyx's head, and returned her attention to the scroll of names in her other hand. The Ravenclaws beckoned their newest student to join them at what was now Nyx's house table as well.
A few older students seemed particularly interested in her, likely having done their research or had suspicions that she was not the first in her family to belong there.
Post by Nyx Nordstrom on Aug 7, 2019 23:12:38 GMT 10
Nyx shot to her feet proudly, like a tiny soldier braced for battle, as she scanned the hall for her blue–and–bronze colleagues. Then she spotted them. She descended the steps as quickly as possible, laughter dancing in her eyes and a self-satisfied smirk playing upon her lips.
Upon reaching the table, Nyx greeted her housemates with customary politeness, slightly overwhelmed by the welcome she was accorded. After a moment, she took a seat at the ornate table, her mind racing with possibilities of what Ravenclaw could help her achieve. But all she could think about, above everything else, was how elated her mother would undoubtedly be.
Last Edit: Dec 20, 2020 16:53:42 GMT 10 by Lena: Fixed: format issue