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☆ Current time: 10.00 p.m.
Status: c l o s e d

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╰─▸ ❝ 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭-𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲! 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝖇𝖔𝖉𝖞 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖘𝖔𝖚𝖑 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝖓𝖊𝖜 𝖍𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥. ❞

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The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something like your family within Hogwarts.

➽────𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬─────❥

i. PLEASE wait for the role call to start.

（<｀▽'）―━━☆⌒*.

ii. THE prisoner that escaped from Azkaban in the last has been caught, now resting in their last prison as usual. Report from Auror saying that everything is under control, for now.

iii. THE "current time" will change anytime, please take a note so your current roleplay's time makes sense.

iv. GREAT NEWS, the Headmistress also had lifted the enchantment, in the entire campus, to make the school less vulnerable when there are creatures had broken into Hogwarts. Students and professors are allowed to Apparate and Disapparate so please use this opportunity wisely.

v. STUDENTS are allowed to rest after the Sorting Ceremony end, they're also allowed to wandering around Hogwarts, just don't forget to come to the Great Hall at dinner time and go back to sleep when it's the curfew time (10 p.m.)

vi. ANY important issues can be discussed with the Headmistress, she's in her office 24/7. Songs will be played all day through the radio, purposed to give a soothing feeling to all wizards and witches in the castle. To anyone that's wondering how, a spell has been cast to make the sound everywhere, echoing.

vii. WE will not completely make chains for all dorms, only certain ones that contain more than one student. But if you want to bring someone else's OC to rp together or show them your pet, then feel free to tell us so. We will add it ASAP.

➥ 𝐇𝐨𝐠𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬' 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐅𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐓𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

➥ 𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

Astra inclinant, sed non obligant. — 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖘 𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖚𝖘; 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖉𝖔 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖇𝖎𝖓𝖉 𝖚𝖘.

𝕯𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖐𝖐𝖊𝖗

— ⸙. 𝖘𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖆𝖌𝖊 .⃗ ༉ ‧—

Let me confess to you something Diary. Who thought that a Dementor could suddenly show up this year? Not me, obviously. It was so frustrating to remain calm, especially when I didn't know wether it's just a coincidence that the prisoner tag along in our train or they have their own agenda. Like, meeting one of my student, destroying Hogwarts from the inside or finding a place to stay for a while.

Maybe Briar could help me with this, after all, she's a trust-worthy person here. Plus, she has her way to dig certain pieces of information - very Slytherin-ish, I realised. Thinking about that, I felt something bad going to happen soon. No, I'm not, totally not close, no attention at all, jinxing myself. There's just something tugging me these days...

Oh!

I just remember it, I have a piece of good news for you, Diary! You probably are excited about it too‐ Wait, I can't keep calling you Diary, that name doesn't give any meaning besides 'a book in which one keeps a daily record of events and experiences. So I will give you a name.

Then... How about Kato?

Yeah Kato, my Kato. Kato Kato Kato. Don't you like it? If you ask me, of course I like it.

Don't you agree with me? Of course, you will. I'm the one who will decide either to abandon you or keeping you by my side - I'm just kidding, take a joke, will cha?

So, Kato, because yesterday's event keeps bugging me, I worked harder on finding the girl's name. Sure enough, my nature of curiosity is the one who had brought me there. The mystery just couldn't stop but keeps ironing my head!

How exciting, the result of my hard work paid off. Hah, who said that curiosity killed the cat? They either didn't do their research completely and forget the next sentence; but satisfaction brought it back. Going back to the drawing board, I thought about all the words that McGonagall said. Knowing that she's someone who likely to put a layer on layer on every sentence, my brain probably had lost some of its brain cells during the process. Pathetic, I know. 

Nonetheless, like a drop of black ink falling on clear water, the irony spread quickly across my face. I could felt myself grinning like a Cheshire cat. If someone sees me, they will probably have thought that I hit a jackpot or are ready to be sent to an asylum.

A miracle laid upon me without me expecting, it's right after something bad happened. The feeling is like a moon falling onto my usury. Just a few days after the school started, all the staff members were still busy welcoming the new spirits to Hogwarts.

Me too, I was busy. Even if I seemed to lack of responsibility and dancing around Hogwarts with different incognitos, I did my job as the Headmistress. But I never thought that one day, I will have a fight with Phero, it's just like the saying calm before the storm.

Don't be too quick too judge, Kato. I didn't do something really bad - not anymore - but there's just a misunderstanding between us. No one could stop him when he was emitting smoke from seven orifices. Hm, I don't remember all the details in that 'conversation' but the argument starts when I said this:

"It's just another figment of your wild imaginations, Phero."

Those fervent blue eyes roared like Atlantic waves; and yet I never saw the shore. One could say it was layered by mystery but took a closer look and the truth could be exposed easily. Christopher never a man of a poker face, he doesn't even know how to interact with people, then how did you expect him to be a master in acting? His emotion is just.... hard to identify.

I could saw the crystal clear wrath inside it, the hope in his eyes vanished instantly, like a fire extinguished by a basin of cold water. Just because I rejected his idea. Funny. My face did not occasionally describe my words as a joke that could be laughed at. Instead, I know the words are like poison sprayed on the pads of a flowering field that has just sprouted in Christopher's heart.

The acception of an idea that was expected turns into a great slap of reality, leaving the guy silent for a moment. He opened his mouth again, just to find himself closing it once more.

It's clear that the Gryffindor was resisting the urge to stomp his foot so, in exchange, he grabbed my hands firmly and shoved the Felix Felicis bottle harshly; making the fragile glass almost shatters into a thousand pieces. I bit off a groan, almost cursing out loud at him.

But from my point of view, I could catch Christopher's glowing, glassy blue eyes. For a second, I felt bad for him.

Sighing softly, my head turned upward as I examined the view above me. Grey. That is the colour that I could use to describe the current view in my field of vision. I can saw the sky, it sounds like it was screaming of all brokenness in the world colliding in the mind of nature.

Growing older, I now discern the meaning of storms.

It's going to be rainy. What a day.