Post by Loce Vaisey on Mar 12, 2023 21:20:50 GMT -8
Loce stood starring at the tattered old hat set in a place of prominence in the Headmaster’s office and just shook his head. The thing appeared to be starring at him. He’d heard about the hat, everyone had he expected, but never, ever thought he’d see it. But here he was, standing before it, waiting to have his future decided by something that looked like it belonged in a bin. Rubbish. He still wasn’t happy with the idea of Hogwarts. He wished his mother would have let him try to get into Durmstrang. It had been his grandfather’s school after all. His father had attended Hogwarts, and that was why his mother insisted on this after Ilvermorny had withdrawn his enrollment at the end of his fourth year.
A slap to the back of his head drew him from his thoughts. “Get off.” He turned and glared at his eldest brother.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” Marcus returned his glare, his hazel eyes boring into Loce’s and his hands perched on his hips in an eerie resemblance to his mother.
“No, finally learn the Alphabet? Want to sing me a song? He crossed his arms, slipping his hand in his sleeve and grabbing his wand, silently hoping Marcus would try that again.
“You’ve always been the embarrassment of this family you know that right? And now this. Expelled from a wizarding school? How often does that happen? Seriously. Lizzy doesn’t even want to go back, she’s afraid her friends won’t want anything to do with her anymore. You’d better keep your nose clean. I don’t know how many more favors Grandmother has to call in for you.” Marcus glanced around the office. “Take a good look now, because I don’t want to hear of you being back here. Got me?”
Loce laughed and shook his head. “Marcus, get off your high horse. The only reason dad had you bring me was that you have to be at the Ministry office in the morning, and he has a job.” He had to work in the fact that this would be Marcus’ fifth attempt at landing a real job since he barely graduated two years ago. He’d been doing nothing more than catching the odd job someone tossed his way every so often. “Even if I don’t stay here, I have a better shot at a position with the Ministry than you do. You ranked at the bottom of your class didn’t you? At least I proved I mastered a few potions and other things while I was there.”
Marcus shook his head and crossed his arms as the door opened. One of the professors walked in. He didn’t remember his name, nor did he care. He’d learn it eventually. He supposed all schools introduced the staff to the first years, and he’d make a note to catch it then. From the looks of the professor, he would rather be anywhere but here. Then again, the middle of July attending to a private sorting of a transfer student probably wasn’t high on his list of favorite activities.
The professor nodded at Marcus and stepped around him without so much as a second glance. He approached the Sorting Hat. “Sorry to disturb your summer, but we have a new addition to the school that needs a house assignment. A Fifth year.” He gently lifted the hat from its place and set it on Loce’s head.
Loce swore he could hear the hat snoring. And if he wasn’t almost afraid it would not find him a house, he would have laughed. The hat seemed to start and jump on his head.
“Slytherin!” The hat called, then seemed to drift back into its previous unconsciousness.
There was a cheer from a few of the portraits on the wall, catching Loce and the professor’s attention. He didn’t think headmasters, current or otherwise, were supposed to have a bias towards the houses.
The professor nodded and placed the hat back in its place. “Very well then, you’ll report school with the others from the Hogwart’s Express and… just follow someone to the Slytherin dorms if you can’t remember where they are from your tour. Your supply list will find you shortly, I am sure.”
A slap to the back of his head drew him from his thoughts. “Get off.” He turned and glared at his eldest brother.
“Did you hear anything I just said?” Marcus returned his glare, his hazel eyes boring into Loce’s and his hands perched on his hips in an eerie resemblance to his mother.
“No, finally learn the Alphabet? Want to sing me a song? He crossed his arms, slipping his hand in his sleeve and grabbing his wand, silently hoping Marcus would try that again.
“You’ve always been the embarrassment of this family you know that right? And now this. Expelled from a wizarding school? How often does that happen? Seriously. Lizzy doesn’t even want to go back, she’s afraid her friends won’t want anything to do with her anymore. You’d better keep your nose clean. I don’t know how many more favors Grandmother has to call in for you.” Marcus glanced around the office. “Take a good look now, because I don’t want to hear of you being back here. Got me?”
Loce laughed and shook his head. “Marcus, get off your high horse. The only reason dad had you bring me was that you have to be at the Ministry office in the morning, and he has a job.” He had to work in the fact that this would be Marcus’ fifth attempt at landing a real job since he barely graduated two years ago. He’d been doing nothing more than catching the odd job someone tossed his way every so often. “Even if I don’t stay here, I have a better shot at a position with the Ministry than you do. You ranked at the bottom of your class didn’t you? At least I proved I mastered a few potions and other things while I was there.”
Marcus shook his head and crossed his arms as the door opened. One of the professors walked in. He didn’t remember his name, nor did he care. He’d learn it eventually. He supposed all schools introduced the staff to the first years, and he’d make a note to catch it then. From the looks of the professor, he would rather be anywhere but here. Then again, the middle of July attending to a private sorting of a transfer student probably wasn’t high on his list of favorite activities.
The professor nodded at Marcus and stepped around him without so much as a second glance. He approached the Sorting Hat. “Sorry to disturb your summer, but we have a new addition to the school that needs a house assignment. A Fifth year.” He gently lifted the hat from its place and set it on Loce’s head.
Loce swore he could hear the hat snoring. And if he wasn’t almost afraid it would not find him a house, he would have laughed. The hat seemed to start and jump on his head.
“Slytherin!” The hat called, then seemed to drift back into its previous unconsciousness.
There was a cheer from a few of the portraits on the wall, catching Loce and the professor’s attention. He didn’t think headmasters, current or otherwise, were supposed to have a bias towards the houses.
The professor nodded and placed the hat back in its place. “Very well then, you’ll report school with the others from the Hogwart’s Express and… just follow someone to the Slytherin dorms if you can’t remember where they are from your tour. Your supply list will find you shortly, I am sure.”