Ye Olde Hogwarts RPG of Ye Year of 1 (You got anything better?)

Jasmine was startled to hear her name called. If her name was on the list, maybe she was supposed to be in this place after all. She walked all the way to the front of the line and sat on a stool there like the previous students had. Four people stood by it, each wearing a different colored robe. One was wearing a robe of red, one wearing a robe of green (he seemed strangely) familiar to her), one of blue, and one of yellow. She could feel a hat being placed on her head. Hmm.. said a voice in her head. Interesting... Trying to survive in the forest has given you many priceless traits.. Although curious as to how the voice, which she suddenly realized was the hat, knew that she lived in the forest, Jasmine made no reply. I know everything about you, Jasmine. answered the hat even though Jasmine had not said anything. I can see everything on your mind.. Ah, yes, You have a burning determination for revenge on someone.. You have constantly used your wits to survive in the forest.. And you've needed patience numerous times as well.. But your bravery is what's kept you alive all these years.. Yes, despite loneliness, you never feared the dangers of the forest, never feared death, pain, shadow, anything.... A thoughtful pause. Then, out loud... "GRYFFINDOR!!!"

I took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, amongst a crowd of third-years. After a bit of jostling from my elders, I confirmed my spot along the oak bench and began waiting fo whatever was to happen next. I thought that ravenclaw would indeed be a good match for me, but the Gryffindors just seemes so much more...personable. Hopefully they rest of this crowd would warm to me.

I laughed slightly, saying "I can say the same. If you knew who- what I was, you'd be as far away from me as possible." trying to make it sound as though I simply had a really bad history. I wasn't sure if I had suceeded. Look at them. So naive. So pure. Thier blood will be an extra treat. I thought, looking at the other student's jugular veins.

The older Amherst, face piercing and cold as ice [colder even!], sat down near two girls, his eyes fixed on those being sorted. He hated the fact that he was gloomy, so he planned out his pranks; that always made him happy. A smirk then formed on his face, forgetting everything he was murky about. He quickly averted his gaze on the first years and switched to the girl that was looking at her. He found himself being his arrogant self and smirked at the girl.

"Take a picture; it lasts longer." His said coolly and mockingly. He sneered slightly and faced front, watching the child, her sister, being sorted, though he was really listening to the girls near her.




The child?s grin broadened, hearing her name being called. She practically bounced whilst she was walking up to the where the head masters and mistress were. She grinned merrily at them, while a woman with grey hair whom was dressed in yellow and a man dressed in red, bearing a lion emblem, walked towards her.

"Miss Amherst, please answer the subsequent questions." Ordered the man in red. As a response, Avril nodded and awaited the question that will be asked.

"How old are you?" The man inquired simply yet in a polite manner.

"I'm ten, sir." Avril answered, still overflowing with happiness.

"My, aren?t you young. Nonetheless, you seem capable of?" Avril couldn?t hear his last words, making her curious, once more. Her head tilted, straining to hear what he was saying but ended up to no avail.

"My dear," Now it was the woman who spoke. "If you were to?" Suddenly, the man clad in green stepped forward, a smirk visible on his, and interrupted the woman. ?What do you think was the purpose for your being?? He asked in a cold demeanor; clearly he knew that she would not be in his 'house' as it would be a shame does so.

"I?" There was a long pause before she continued on answering. "To help those in need; to save those in distress? That is why I? am here; to act as a hero to those who needs one." Avril answered firmly, though slightly unsure.

"You would risk your life for anyone? Die for them?"

Die "Yes, sir. 'Tis better knowing you have helped another."

The man in red quickly stood beside the Amherst and asked questions, as did the two ladies. It took them a while before they had finally made a decision.

"My, my child. Your bravery is quite admirable. Therefore, you belong in Gryffindor."
The man shook Avril?s hand and gave her a slight smile. He then pointed her to where she would be seated.

When the girl had answered Kanone, his smirked only widened. He turned adn faced them, ready to say another insult, when he saw a girl...crying? The expression on his that was once arrogant and bitter became soft. He hated seeing girls cry, so he hastily hid his face from the two. Being part of Slytherin, no one should ever see him being sympathetic to others.

"It's not fun hiding how you feel, you know." Kanone said, in a soft tone yet loud enough for the girl to hear.

He didn't bother turning back at the girls and just stared at nothing. He steadied his eyes at the four headmasters and mistresses, examining each one; at least he'd have something to do. And something was better than nothing.