1 September 1894 - Ravenclaw Table, Hogwarts Great Hall

Despite being in his fifth year already, Cad felt like a first year again given how nervous he was. Sure he’d been at Hogwarts for a few years now, but this was his very first year as a prefect, and Cad was suddenly finding that reading the description of a prefect versus actually acting as one might be two completely different things. At least Millie was here, albeit a few seats down from him; as frustrating as she was at times, she was new at this too, therefore no better at this than he was. He'd just follow the ones a year or two above him as good examples.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear the snickering of dramatics from the Gryffindor table about what happened last year at sorting. Cadogan cleared his throat to get the attention of some of his fellow Ravenclaws, mainly to keep from grimacing. They’d lost so many house points the first night back last year, that it had been difficult to earn them back.

But, they still did it. “We showed them last year we were capable of coming from behind and winning the house cup, and we’re gonna do it again this year.” Cad rubbed the back of his neck. “Win. Let’s not uh… fall behind like that again.” He eyed the line of first years waiting to be sorted. Hopefully they were a good bunch, but Cadogan didn't personally know any of them.

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Open to five other Ravenclaws~

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   Millie Potts

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Ravenclaw. It was home to Aunt Odira, to Uncle Gideon, and now, to Jameson himself. It fit, he had already decided—though he expected he could have fit in any house, just in different ways. He, was, however, already demonstrating his curious nature:

"What happened last year?" he asked quietly of one of the older students, having sat down just in time for the prefect's (he had the appropriate badge) 'rousing' speech. Gideon was under the Hat now, dividing Jameson's attentions.

  

Phin had settled somewhere around guilty relief in how he was feeling after the sorting. He hadn't thought he belonged in Slytherin like the rest of his family, and it felt at least a little like he didn't have to live up to quite so many expectations now. Sort of. It might have been nice to share a dormitory with Caspian, but that was as close to regret as Phin's feelings came on the matter.

"Whatever it was," Phin piped up, "was it that bad?" He supposed it couldn't be so bad if they'd managed to win anyway.

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   Aldous Crouch

Bonnie gave Cadogan a little clap as he made his speech before shifting over to let the first of the newbies sit down. "We won the house cup, it means we got the most house points for the year." They responded with a smirk to Jameson. That first part was said louder, then Bonnie leaned in a little closer to speak quietly to the young boy, not wanting to draw more attention to the shame they suffered last year than necessary. "Someone got a little bit upset because the hat separated them from their sister and there was a whole thing and, yeah." Bonnie smiled and shrugged their shoulders. "I'm Blair, a pleasure Mr. Potter" The redhead held out a hand to be shaken politely.

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Cadogan Glynn Jameson Potter Phineas Black II

  

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Bonnie is NB/GF but appears as a girl.
They/them ooc, she/they/he IC.
Anyone who knows them, knows they prefer to be called Blair

The young witch thought it would bode very well for Ravenclaw to have the Headmaster's son among their numbers now. As others started to trickle into their anointed houses, she made sure to stay attentive. Sitting upright, without the feel of her necklace beneath her fingers, Millie felt altogether a changed woman. Young woman still, perhaps, but more a woman now than where she was last year. The plait that adorned the crown and neck of her hair had taken the help of her sister that morning, but it was Millie who checked that her badge was still straight before they entered the Great Hall today.

There was an example to be set today, and she was going to help set it.

Which meant hiding the giggles she felt creeping up every time Anne cracked a joke from the table behind her. Millie shouldn't have been paying it any mind, though at least she was refraining from taking part as she did last year. A poor choice on her part then, but now a year older and wiser, the newly-minted prefect was finding it hard not to join in to the running commentary on all the students taking their turn at the stool. Or the first student who couldn't figure out which table to go to. And all the delicate embroidery on the uniforms of students who might cry tomorrow when they found out they had to carry their own books at Hogwarts.

Millie was glad that her friend seemed to have found a silver lining to not having a prefect's badge, after all.

Whispers circled her own table, as they did every year. She was just glad that it was Gryffindor table with the loudest voices once more. Even Miss Greyback, when Millie heard her sharing the real story of last year's incident with the young Mr. Potter, kept hers to a low whisper. The young witch's ears heard more than most people gave her credit for, but this year it wasn't a novel that held back her interest from responding. She simply paid it no mind, letting her eyes linger a bit longer on the red-haired witch, before they slid away to the newly sorted students hanging on to every word.

"It...wasn't so bad. Some may find Hogwarts overwhelming at times," she said, speaking from her own experience being overwhelmed at times. Millie didn't admire the way she froze up in times of need, thinking only of herself and her fears. That was something she needed to get over, that Ravenclaw would need her to get over if she was going to live up to her new role. "Just that...Hogwarts can have some hard lessons to learn, especially when the professors aren't around."

"Though we Ravenclaws are quite adept at learning, right?"

It sounded better in her head, but a moment later Millie thought it over. Perhaps she was trying too hard. She wasn't yet the oldest of the students in her house, though the students she had looked up to now were graduated. Her cousin along with them. Now it was just a single Potts at Hogwarts, and perhaps she could do for Ravenclaw what Miss Valenduris and Miss Parkinson and Miss Flitwick could not: make it respectable.

She did breathe a sigh of relief when the most troublesome Miss Pendergast saw her way to the Hufflepuff table. Millie paused to see if Anne had taken notice, it would have taken more than a necklace to calm her shattered nerves had the hat picked Ravenclaw for that first year. From every other word of it, the sinkhole in the park was her doing, and Ravenclaw needed none of that level of tragedy this year.

"Even tragedy can get better, just take it day by day."

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As the hat pronounced her new Destiny, Gia took in the moment on the stage, waving to the crowd of her now peers. She caught Des now sitting in a sea of red-trimmed robes and waved to him enthusiastically. She was surprised the hat put him in Gryffindor, but based on what Mama had told her, Gia knew Des would flourish anywhere. She hoped Gryffindor knew what a prize they won in gaining Desmond. Almost as lucky as Ravenclaw was to get her!

Gia could barely keep from skipping toward the table of blue. She recognized Mr. Black and grinned at him. She'd met him before and she'd recognized the Potter boy by name. She would have plenty of time to get to know them. The girl with the shocking red hair, was beautiful and had the strongest Scottish accent Gia had ever heard. She already decided she was pretty. The tallest boy and the pretty, freckled witch were prefects. She recognized their badges and made a note to get to know them. She scooted in next to the prefect girl and waved at the table.

"I've been told that Ravenclaw is the most clever of the houses. Of course, all the houses have strengths and weaknesses, but I like that we get to be the clever ones. And hello, everyone. I'm Georgianna Shacklebolt, but please, call me Georgie."

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   Millie Potts

The lad took the offered hand and shook it, though he found the explanation rather lacking for his tastes. Perhaps, Jammy thought, once he had made proper friends here, he might obtain more useful details. Thus far, the closest thing he had to a friend in his house was Black—a solid start, given he had Caspian's seal of approval—and now, perhaps, the girl-with-no-surname.

"I think it is more that they value cleverness and curiosity," he replied to Miss Shacklebolt. "My guardian is a healer, which requires cleverness, but was a Hufflepuff whilst in school."

His father was Minister of Magic and a Gryffindor, but Jameson did not at all feel like unpacking that particular element of his past with near-strangers.

  

Bonnie nodded along to Miss Potts and raised a cup to her thoughts, the red head understood what she meant entirely, and it was part of the thrill. "Well put Mr. Potter, we aren't not the smartest house, but our shared respect for learning does give us an advantage over the competition." Bonnie glanced at the Slytherin table, in their mind, that was where the closest intellectual peers to the Eagles usually could be found.

Red hair spun as Bonnie turned. "I had heard we were getting another Black this year, I didn't expect you to be sat at our table though." the teen laughed, having bet that he would be a slytherin. "Will you be trying out for Quidditch?" if he was anything like his brother at all, Bonnie hoped it was in that regards.

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Cadogan Glynn Jameson Potter Phineas Black II Millie Potts Georgianna Shacklebolt

  

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Bonnie is NB/GF but appears as a girl.
They/them ooc, she/they/he IC.
Anyone who knows them, knows they prefer to be called Blair

Cad had forgotten that the newest Ravenclaws hadn't been around for the dramatics of last year, but he wasn't one for drama, let alone to rehash it (especially considering that one of the twins wasn't even at Hogwarts anymore to defend herself, having dropped out quite quickly), so he was pleased with Miss Greyback pipped up to answer his question. It was a generic enough answer that it didn't paint them in a bad light, which was quite good - Cadogan was proud to be a Ravenclaw, and he'd hate for the first years to worry about the house they were just sorted into. Introductions were made, and he was sure to introduce himself as well.

The conversation moved along, and Cad bobbed his head in agreement at them being clever. "We are more than just clever," Cad heard himself saying. He wasn't the smartest person, and most of his friends in other houses got better marks than he did. "And the hat is able to see who you are and who you might become. You'll find out soon enough why you're a Ravenclaw." Although if he was being honest, it probably hadn't been crystal clear to Cad his first year why he was placed here.

"I'm one of your prefects, so if you need anything, just ask." He offered Mr. Potter and Ms. Shacklebolt a soft smile. Then he turned to Miss Greyback, breathing out a quiet laugh. "I hope we win the quidditch cup. They won last year." He tipped his head toward the Gryffindor table.

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   Jameson Potter

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"I'm planning to try out," Phin told the redhead--Blair, she'd said her name was? "And there's Club Quidditch, too, right?" He supposed if he didn't make the team this year, he'd be able to practice his skills regardless.

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Gia took in the words of her new housemates eagerly, improving her understanding of her new home. She noted that Mr. Potter had a good grasp of nuance, and Mr. Black seemed to have a reasonable measure of his talents. She was thrilled that these people would become her friends over the next seven years. "I won't be trying out for Quidditch, but I can help win us house points. I'm very good at lessons so far. I don't know which clubs I'll join yet, but I am very excited to learn about them."

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Bonnie was practically bouncing in their seat at the excitement of the day and the talk of quidditch did not dampen that even the slightest. "Yeah, if you don't make the team, definately get into club quidditch so you are ready to step in if someone gets injured or graduates." The red haired girl twisted round and scowled playfully directly towards Greta Gillenwater while replying to the Mr. Glynn. "Absolutely, I'm going to be having a chat to our beaters about that." Bonnie laughed, it wasn't that they wished any harm to come to the pretty fifth year gryffindor girl, but they wanted to win.

Bonnie nodded to what Miss Shacklebolt was saying but was mostly just focused on bringing down the Gryffindor team with the power of their eyes.

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Cadogan Glynn Millie Potts Phineas Black II Georgianna Shacklebolt Jameson Potter

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   Georgianna Shacklebolt

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Anyone who knows them, knows they prefer to be called Blair

When the conversation moved forward, it did so with a breath of relief from the young witch. The rowdy banter from Gryffindor table was only a small buzz from across the Great Hall, and traditional enough for the start of term feast. Her thought about checking her notebook later for anything from Greta passed by the wayside, and Millie contented herself with seeing the rest of the new Ravenclaws join them at the table.

There were an awful lot of them this year, something that gave her a sense of pride.

"Millie Potts," she added, when others circled through a round of introductions. Millie was close enough to overhear the newest Mr. Black and a chattering Mr. Potter, though nothing close to Miss Greyback's happy manner at steering the conversation. That suited her just fine, particularly as Anne behind her had fallen into the Slytherin conversation at her table, and she settled back to listen until something new crossed her way. She was entirely glad that being a prefect now didn't mean the young witch had to carry every conversation.

Particularly about Quidditch. While she could follow the sport enough to cheer on her team —though in private she mostly supported Anne and Greta's wins over Ravenclaw's— Millie knew little enough to follow a whole conversation about it. At least until the slight, and curiously intelligent, first year who sat next to her brought up different clubs at the school.

"You'll find a club for almost every subject, and dueling," Millie explained, and then added in more humble tone, "There's also a book club, one for boys and one for girls. Anyone who enjoys reading outside of class is welcome to come."

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Cad nodded at the clubs, but he let Miss Greyback take the lead on quidditch since she was their seeker. He chuckled quietly because those who played the game certainly were competitive; he really only went to hang out with his friends and cheer on those he knew were playing. Clubs though, he knew all about those.

Millie spoke before he did, but Cad could at least add on to what she said. "Some are more popular than others, but don't let that deter you from joining the ones you think you'll enjoy. It's a good way to meet people in different houses." He hummed for a second before he grinned. "Though if you have to pick one Transfiguration is a good place to start." That had nothing to do with the fact that he was president of it.

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   Millie Potts

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"My brother will go out for quidditch in Gryffindor, and he's a wonderful flier. It will be strange to cheer against my brother." Gia made a face. She always supported Desmond, and actively working against him seemed wrong. She let Miss Greyback's enthusiasm energize her, but Miss Potts and Mr. Glynn caught her attention. "How many clubs are there? How many may I be in? I would like to be in Frog Choir and book club sounds most interesting, Miss Potts." She considered her words carefully, wanting to be polite. "I do not know if I will be naturally inclined to transfiguration, Mr. Glynn. Do I have to decide now, or may I decide after a few classes?"

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The first year girl had so many questions, each displaying an eagerness that Millie might have misplaced for herself. She was too consumed tonight with being prudent and upstanding, not even joining in with the remarks Anne passed to her from behind. How she wished to have all of Hogwarts ahead of her again, right at the beginning, instead of staring down her OWLs like a runaway carriage.

"We have quite a few clubs, most of the professors have one for their class. I take part in Dueling, Charms and Book Club," she recounted, and then had to stop to think for a moment. How many more were there that the young witch didn't bother to take regular note of? Thinking of which ones occupied the time of her friends and classmates helped. "There's also Flying club, French, and clubs for games like Chess and Gobstones. Club Quidditch, too, it's not really a team. And then there's Quadpot, which doesn't really make sense to me."

Millie gave the younger girl a little shrug behind a wan smile. If she had the time, there may have been more clubs that drew her interest. As it was, some weeks she really found it more appealing to offer those meeting times to her own books instead. At least the young witch would be in charge of choosing those for the book club this year. "I wish your brother luck at tryouts, Miss Shacklebolt."

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