Thread: Hexes at Hogwarts (Frogger and Russian Vodka)

Despite the excitement of going to this new, strange place and entering this new world, Hayden had absolutely no clue what he was getting into. Yet his adventurous side demanded his attention. He had to find out the truth about this. Could magic really be real? Could there really exist a parallel world to that he'd grown up? The train ride was long, almost tiring. Yet it had to be done, it was how they all got there. Although he didn't speak to anyone else on the train, minding his own business and staying out of trouble. He knew that in due time, he'd probably have friends and hang out with others, so he wasn't in a rush. And arriving, first the big oaf of a man. Was he really a normal man? His wild beard and massive size made him more of a Giant to the muggleborn boy, not that he would currently understand that the man was indeed half-giant. Followed by himself and all the other first years being moved away from the rest of the students arriving, towards the lake. Black as the night sky, with faint glimmers of reflection from the lights at the massive castle, standing intimidatingly up at the hill of their destination. He bit his lip for a moment, curiously eyeing the massive fortress he would be living in during his school days from now on. He barely noticed the rain as they got into the boats, although others complained openly about it, he was too intimidated and awed by this experience to even bother with his surroundings. A whole new world unfolding for the boy with the ravenblack hair. As they got across, he had heard no tales of this, unlike his wizard and witch companions on the boat ride. They knew what awaited them from siblings, parents, family. To the muggleborn, there was no such experience to hear tales of. And as they found themselves in the Great Hall, the eyes of everyone else upon them, he felt awkwardly shy, standing there on the front dais. As they were picked apart one at a time, to go and sit on a chair with a magical hat on it, announcing which house they would belong to. Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin or Gryffindor. He had no clue what to really expect. Buckley, Hayden! The woman called out from the list, seemingly scrambled randomly as he had noticed a girl called Winter go before him. Not that he minded as he moved to the chair, sitting down and feeling the attention of everyone on top of him. Along with the weight of the hat, he felt crushed for a moment, hearing a voice in his head, almost humming and sounding like it was musing. Then a slight shifting. Ravenclaw! Don't panic boy, make your new house proud. They will depend on you. The voice in his head sounded old, mature. Male. He bit his lip, a roar echoing the hall as the hat was lifted off his head. Staggering down to the Ravenclaw table, pats on his back and welcoming words from the older students, he found himself sitting next to Winter Lace, also recently sorted into this house as he looked at her with a confused look for a moment before he heard the next person called out. She looked more horrified than exalted to be sitting where they were sitting, at the table of their new house. Is something the matter? He managed to stammer out, wondering if she was okay with this.