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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 10:06 pm
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Roisin O'Brennan Slytherin
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Roisin made her way gracefully to the Slytherin table. No disgrace for her family or her brothers there. Perhaps they had wanted her to attend Drumstrung out of brotherly protection, but the noble House of Slytherin was better. Sometimes Drumstrung allowed in lesser quality that mingled with their betters.
Once at the table, Roisin nodded to the two older students nearest to her, a girl of questionable character, and sat next to the rather interesting boy, a fellow first year that seemed to prefer to keep to himself. Definitely worth knowing. Although, Roisin had always been taught a lady never makes an introduction, she thought this time was appropriate to break those rules. After all, what would happen if she left it up to others? They'd be quite happy in silence, and alliances would rarely be made. At least that's what her governess had taught her. "Good evening, gentlemen. I am Roisin O'Brennan." She looked at them and waited.
((OOC: So we all know: I officially hate this meowbook April Fool's thing. almeow= a l t h o u g h. Grrrrr!))
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:33 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 2:56 pm
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Stella nervously walked away from the hat and sat down at the Slytherin table, which was cheering for her. She had been so certain she would get Ravenclaw; inside, she was fuming at the fact that she wouldn't be spending the next seven years with magical Britain's best and brightest. But then, she remembered something from her history books - that Hermione Granger had been a Gryffindor, and Severus Snape had been a Slytherin. They were two of the brightest people Hogwarts produced, and they wound up in other houses. Surely, Slytherin would not be devoid of brains. It did not do much to reassure her, though.
She sheepishly sat down, and then she stopped herself. Estella Forsyth was NOT sheepish. She took a deep breath and introduced herself: "I'm Estella Forsyth, but you can call me Stella. Um... I guess I expected Ravenclaw, but I'm happy to be here anyway!" Maybe if she told it to herself enough times, it would become true.
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:30 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:36 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:39 pm
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Stella got some waves from others at the table, but most of the people at the Slytherin table seemed sullen, disinterested. Those who weren't had already found their friends, it seems. A couple of first years near her were talking about alliances, family connections and gender roles. Stella rolled her eyes. She couldn't believe anyone still believed in that stuff in the 21st century.
A lot of the students seemed to come from old pureblood families. While she didn't know much about Hogwarts, Stella had expected this; her mother, who came from an old Italian wizarding family herself, had warned Stella about the "pureblood network" that existed among some families in Britain, especially in Slytherin House - despite the fact that the Second Wizarding War should have done away with blood prejudice. She wasn't intimidated. She knew blood prejudice was stupid, and Stella did not suffer fools.
Instead, Stella looked around for someone else at the table who wasn't having any of this. She saw one timid girl a few chairs away, who had been sorted just before Stella. She nodded at her "Aria, right? If I heard correctly during sorting, that is. It's really nice to meet you! I'm Stella."
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:50 pm
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Roisin smiled at the girl and nodded. "How do you do, Estella. Stella? Estella? Estella sounds more . . . noble, but Stella, if you wish. Ravenclaw would have made a find second."
Glancing again toward Sever, she sighed. She liked Sever, so she forgave his lapse of memory. Not only did her family thrive and practice in the Dark Arts, each of her brothers, her mother's and her own deja vu were highly accurate, and she inherited her fathers understanding of transfiguration and languages, both ancient and modern, dead and otherwise. "Really, Sever. I have five doting brothers in Drumstrung. Belenus is seventeen. If you have to ask, you're not thinking, you're reacting." Roisin had been raised as a prim and prissy princess. Even her brothers had carefully raised her, or trained her in Roisin's opinion, instead of helping her play. Though thankfully they had seen the logic in teaching her things their parents and her governess had deemed too unladylike, otherwise she'd never be able to do anything for herself. "Why do you think our mothers are in the same social circle? They have something to offer the other. And forgive me. I thought it was you who didn't speak to your mother, not that it was mutual."
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