Headmaster Bulla

September 06, 2007 9:35 AM
Manfred Bulla, Headmaster of Sonora Academy, remained seated until the last of the first years had been sorted. While the rest of the school had been able to wander into the Cascade Hall relatively at ease, the first years had been held back until the feast was ready to start. At this time they were presented with goblets containing a clear bubbling potion and told to drink up. As happened every year - regardless of some of the more wild stories that some of the students both past and present liked to spread - not long after taking the potion a most remarkable change took each and every student. Rather than remaining their usual colours, their hue from top to toe (including their hair, skin and, according to one curious little boy several years ago, even their nails, teeth and tongues!) altered to reflect the dominant colour of the house they were to join. A bright blue for Aladren, deep red for Crotalus, muddy brown for Pecari and sunshine yellow for Teppenpaw. The effect didn't last for too long, generally no longer than a few minutes, but it was enough that the houses were obvious and the new students could be welcomed by their new housemates. When it was clear that the colours were fading and that seating was being settled, Manfred rose from his seat in the middle of the staff table, took a moment to be certain that his appearance was still neat and orderly and cleared his throat pointedly.

"A new year is upon us," he said, once the students had quietened down. "A new year, and with it new students and new challenges await you all. To our new students, welcome. I am Headmaster Bulla. I'm sure you will enjoy your time here at Sonora Academy, and hope that you will work hard and do your new houses proud. To our returning students, this is a new year to work hard and strive to reach your potential, to make new friends and seek new goals. Indeed, after midterm I will have a very exciting announcement for you all - one which I am sure you will all be terribly curious about until then!" He smiled at the room. It was indeed a very exciting little secret that he was sitting on, but they would learn that for themselves soon enough. It would be something for them to look forward to, and hopefully would inspire them to work hard and enjoy all sorts of areas of the school life. "But that doesn't mean there aren't any announcements for now. Would Mr. Christobel Dupree of Aladren, Miss Jordanna Howard of Crotalus, Mr. Connor Pierce of Pecari and Miss Alexandria Stafford of Teppenpaw please come to the front of the room."

While they were making their way to the front Manfred moved around the staff table, pulling a small box out of his pocket and opening it when all four had gathered around.

"Congratulations," he informed them in a voice intended for them rather than the room at large. "You have all been selected to serve as Prefects for your houses. Remember this is a position of both privilege and responsibility. You will have the power to give and take points, and will be expected to assist your Head of House if a situation arises. I'm sure you will do us all proud."

He handed them each their prefect badges, bronze metal embossed with the badge of Sonora and the word 'prefect' underneath, then straightened himself back up to address the school once more.

"These four will be joining the ranks of Sonoran Prefects. I'm sure you'd all like to offer them some form of congratulations, but as the feast is about to begin I will ask that it not be in the form of mashed potatoes, or indeed any other projectile food. Without further ado," he waved his hand and the feast appeared on each and every table, enough different dishes and drinks that it was unlikely that any of the students would be able to complain about lack of variety. The Prairie Elves under the direction of Tuppy had clearly outdone themselves. "Enjoy."
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Ronen Cooper

September 09, 2007 3:46 PM
Ronen shook his head at the first boy to answer him, “Nah man – not any Muggle school I know about, anyway. Way boring, and way too easy.”

He stopped short, shoving some mashed potatoes in his mouth to keep it from blurting out anything else. The dark-haired boy didn’t want anybody thinking he was some super-nerdy Aladren, or anything. That had kind of been a problem back at Muggle school in the early years, it was not uncommon for other kids to pick on him because he found the schoolwork easy, and to some extent, enjoyed it. So he had used his brains for other things – like figuring out the best ways to cause chaos in the classroom. That kind of thing forced him to be especially imaginative, and he found well-thought out pranks to be terribly fun. Plus, the other kids had learned not to pick on him anymore, either.

Ronen grinned, “Yeah, I know all about Pecari, just about everyone in my family’s been in here,” he couldn’t hide the pride he felt for making the family house, but the pride was followed by an unenthusiastic shrug, “I played in gym class, but we Coopers are more of a Quidditch playing family.” Ronen didn’t care to mention that he rarely played himself. He loved the game just as much as any other Cooper did, but he thought he was much too clumsy, and a danger to society when on a broom. It was downright embarrassing, almost as embarrassing as being called a nerd.

Ronen rubbed his hands together. They were getting lighter in color, till they faded to their usual olive color. His brown eyes gazed upon a rather enthusiastic boy who went on and on about Mud gulls. Huh? Oh, he meant Muggles! The kid had to be a Muggleborn, then. But wouldn’t he have learned what a Muggle was by now – wouldn’t somebody have told him? Ronen’s mom said that when it was time for her to go to school, a wizard had come to her house to explain about the wizarding world. Ronen’s mom was a Muggleborn too. Maybe times had changed, after all, his mother hadn’t been in school for a while now.

“Muggles,” Ronen pronounced clearly, “It means people who can’t do magic, like us.”

Ronen winced at the severe butchering of the name of the sport that had put the Cooper family on the map a decade ago. It still amazed him to this day that people – including Muggles – could live their entire lives, and not know anything about Quidditch.

“Brooms fly, man,” Ronen explained, “Well, magic people can fly on brooms, anyway. And the game’s called Quidditch; it’s played in the air, obviously, on a Quidditch Pitch. And Pecari is the name of the house we’ve just been sorted in.” At this point, he was just trying to turn the conversation away from soccer. He didn't play either sport, really, but at least he had a lot of general knowledge about Quidditch.

Piling more mashed potatoes onto his plate, he realized he was forgetting something, and then he looked up at the other two guys, “The names Ronen, Ronen Cooper. Should’a mentioned that earlier, I guess. And you’re not dumb, Jake, you’re just… clueless, I guess,” he said, unsure if that term was any better, “Didn’t anybody come to your house to explain stuff to you when you got your letter? I thought they did that with all kids from Muggle families.”
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Brett Hodges

September 09, 2007 4:46 PM
Brett ignored the first kid's further comments about muggle school. Brett had found school to be easy too... or, at least, easy enough that he didn't do an ounce of work and still pulled off his Cs. Boring? Not with Zander, Tyler, and Brandon in class, it wasn't.

Brett leaned forward to get a look down the table at Jake the Muggleborn and missed his chance to recruit him to his as yet unformed soccer group because his mouth was full. Later, then. Maybe he could get them both yet, if he was patient.

"Didn’t anybody come to your house to explain stuff to you when you got your letter? I thought they did that with all kids from Muggle families," Ronan added after he quickly explained a bunch of the stuff.

"Yeah, they do," Brett spoke up, "But some of the people they send are useless and don't care a lick if the mugs know anything when they get here."

Brett had been spared being clueless on his first days by an emergency visit to see his father's mysterious family in California. As it turned out, Brett's parents were both Squibs. His father had been disowned from a proper wizarding family when he didn't get his letter (officially, anyway, they never sent him away). He was now a coordinator of the Squib Rights Foundation in California (little did Brett know). His mom's family was none too prestigious, producing more Squibs than wizards, so when she didn't get her letter they rejoiced in having produced another activist. His mom met his father while working for the Squib Rights Foundation, but they divorced a few years later and she became a muggle elementary school teacher in Sundance, Wyoming.

If it weren't for his family ties, he'd have shown up just as clueless as some of his friends had.
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Irene Liddowe

September 10, 2007 6:21 AM
Irene looked over from the Crotalus table to see Brett surrounded by a few firsties. She ruffled Josh's hair again and told Raye she'd catch up later before heading back to her home table. As she walked up she caught the last bit of Brett's sentance,

"But some of the people they send are useless and don't care a lick if the mugs know anything when they get here."

Irene looked confused for a moment and took a seat on the bench. "Did you just say 'mugs', Brett?" She said with a small laugh. She looked over at the others first years and gave them a smile.

"Hey guys," she greeted them, "Welcome to the best of the best!" She looked over to Brett. "I hope you informed them that we are the best, right?"

This was all very true. Irene had no doubts that Pecari was the pinacle of awesome. She was very happy that the people were friendly, some of them almost too friendly. But these were all good things. Friendly people were always fun to be with. They didn't mind if you popped up and started talking because they do the same thing. Irene loved being around people whose favorite thing was to be around people!
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Brett Hodges

September 10, 2007 10:27 PM
Brett grinned widely at Irene, and congratulated himself on a plan well executed. Hanging out at this table had gotten him a chance to talk to Irene after all.

"I did," Brett confirmed, "Mugs. It's Sundance slang for really awesome people. There's a story: last summer, before I ever even heard of Sonora, Echo slipped up and said something about muggles. I popped out old trusty," he held up his ever present, yet ever hidden, pocket dictionary and thesaurus, and looked around at the new kids to let them know this story was for them too, "but he's like, 'Nah, man, don't even bother. You won't find it.' So then he tells me this word 'muggle' means 'a really cool person or close friend.' And I'm all like, 'I've got to start using this word.' So I do, and me and the guys we shorten it to 'mugs.' Then I get my letter, show up here, and find out what it really means. Weird, right?"

Brett tucked his dictionary back in his pocket. He had a bigger one for his book bag, so soon he could start having that one around instead. The writing on the mini could be tough to make out.

"Hey guys. Welcome to the best of the best!" Irene said, and she looked back at Brett again, and he wondered if she thought of him as one of her mugs. "I hope you informed them that we are the best, right?"

"It goes without saying, but I said it. Guys, Pecari is the bomb. This is Irene and she's a second year. She's way awesome." He smiled at her, looking for a reaction to his compliment.
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Irene

September 11, 2007 6:30 AM
Irene listened to the story as Brett told her about the Muggle slip up.

Then I get my letter, show up here, and find out what it really means. Weird, right?"

Irene gave a laugh. "Weird? How about hilarious? I remember when I found out about my magic," she said, not really beliveing she was about to talk about mom, "My mom had told me to go upstairs because she had to tell my dad a secret. I was almost five. So, being only "four-and-three-quarters" and way curious, I listened in on my mom telling my dad she had magic blood. That's when they found out I was listening because I got so excited I ran downstairs and asked if I could be magic too," she finished, smiling at the memory. It was nice to talk about mom without being all depressing to the people she was talking to. Heck, these first years didn't even know about her mom, her dad, her uncle, or anything that happened last year with the commitee.

"It goes without saying, but I said it. Guys, Pecari is the bomb. This is Irene and she's a second year. She's way awesome."

Irene grinned at him and gave him a playful punch on the arm. "In case Brett hasn't introduced himself, he's a soccer hero and completely awesome!"

Irene was going to add "Secret conqueror of dust mites" but they would have no idea what that meant. She wasn't even sure if Brett remembered. If not, she'd remind him later.
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Ronen

September 12, 2007 9:51 PM
Ronen listened attentively as the two older students told their stories. Meanwhile, he took the opportunity to fill up his plate with vegetable soufflé and rice. He looked around hopefully for some baba ganoush, but in vain. He sighed; he hadn’t realized that when he came to Sonora, he’d give up one of his favorite home-cooked dishes. Maybe he could convince his mom to send him some? He’d try for it whenever he got around to writing her a letter.

“Hey Brett, hey Irene,” he said again, if only to help him match the names to faces. There were so many kids here; he didn’t know how he was going to be able to remember who everyone was. He figured he’d settle on learning the names of his housemates first, then work his way through the rest of the school.

“Oh, I know all about the awesomeness of Pecari, my dad told me,” he grinned, pleased that he had managed to make it thus far without doing something horribly clumsy. It had to be a record for him, “How come your mom didn’t tell your dad earlier?” he asked with good-natured curiosity, “Grandma Loraine told Grandpa Wes she was a witch before they were even married. Grandpa Wes thought it was totally cool, of course. He’s a bit of an oddball,” he laughed.

His Muggle grandfather was totally captivated by magical culture, and he had adapted well for someone who had only been introduced to that world in his twenties, and had no ounce of magical blood in him at all. Dad said the attraction was formed because Grandma Loraine had been a witch, and through magic, Ronen’s grandfather had found a connection with his late wife again. There was also the fact that Wes had four young magical children who needed to learn about their heritage – meaning he had some learning to do as well. Ronen wished he could have met his grandmother; she must have been a pretty cool girl if Wes was compelled to give up the comforts of the Muggle life to explore the magic world for her and their children. But his grandmother had died decades before he had ever been born.
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Jacob

September 12, 2007 10:39 PM
Jacob listened with interest. So muggle meant non magic people, like his mom! And people actually flew on brooms?! Wickedly totally awesomely cool! And he had been sorted in Pecari house. Good to know.

“I thought that drink was like the thing where you have to tell if there’s poison in your drink or not.” Jacob said, nodding after every few words. “Like in The Princess Bride.”

“Didn’t anybody come to your house to explain stuff to you when you got your letter? I thought they did that with all kids from Muggle families.” Ronen asked. Jacob tilted his head to one side.

“No. My dad’s a wizard.” he said simply, still confused. “My mom’s a muggle though. Do you think they explained it to her? Should I be taking notes on this?” Then a girl sat down with them. He waved at her with a big grin. She was pretty! Well, lots of girls here were pretty. There was that Asian girl, the red head girl spilling her drink on someone, the blonde girl with the ponytail. Yes, there were lots of pretty girls.

Jacob carefully made a connection between Irene and Brett as they spoke. But what connection was it? He knew there was something. What? What? What? Brett complemented her, and she joked back. Oh, this was in movies all the time. Why couldn’t he think of it?! Ronen spoke, but Jacob was concentrating hard on figuring out how to describe his thought.

Which was important. Because usually he didn’t think. He just…spoke.

“I got it!” he exclaimed suddenly. Looking directly at Irene and Brett, he pointed at the two of them. “You two are dating!” He nodded, excited that he had come to such a wonderful conclusion. “I’m right, aren’t I Ronen? Huh, huh, huh?”

OOC: My author is like, extremely busy. She's going to a new school and all, with hours of homework a day. And she agreed to do community service and stuff. Sometimes I think there's something wrong with her. Anyway, I may be slow sometimes at responding, so I'm real sorry!
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Irene

September 13, 2007 6:40 AM
“How come your mom didn’t tell your dad earlier?”

Irene opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Why hadn't she told dad? It's not like they hadn't been happy before. They were perfectly fine before Mom died. But Dad get angry sometimes... Instinctively, she brushed her hair over her bruise again. Mom had probably been scared, but Irene wasn't about to go explaining this to the first year.

"I dunno," she replied. "Maybe it was the timing or something--"

“I got it!” The first year boy pointed at Irene and Brett. “You two are dating!”

What?
"What?" Irene said, blushing furiously. No, they weren't dating. She liked him, yeah, but why would the kid think they were dating? Was she being that obvious? Raye had guessed it the day of the Quidditch match, but Irene just assumed it was her cousin's knowledge of her. Irene felt the insane urge to laugh, not in a cruel way, but in a wow-this-is-awkward way.

OOC: Got to cut this short. School is calling.
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Brett Hodges

September 13, 2007 11:04 PM
You two are dating! the first year exclaimed out of nowhere. No. Where. Nowhere.

Brett started and just stared at him for a second or so before he thought of some way to handle it. Irene was blushing, which made his insides do this weird thing where they stopped existing. Irene giggled nervously, and he stopped playing possum and leaned toward the first year, "Shh!" he hissed, and he explained to the first year in a stage whisper he was sure Irene could hear, "Keep it down," he turned his head so he could half smile at her, "She doesn't know yet."

It never even occurred to him that she might say no when he finally asked her out. He liked her and she hadn't seemed to mind, so clearly she must like him too. End of story. It was really just a matter of the right moment. Right now, was not the moment he had in mind. He'd figured he'd wait at least another week before asking her. Maybe more, depending.

But he wasn't about to deny anything right now just because the timing wasn't right. No way. He was so staking his claim. Irene was his. No trespassing.

He grinned at her and waited for her answer to his unasked question.
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Irene

September 14, 2007 6:40 AM
"Keep it down," he turned his head so he could half smile at her, "She doesn't know yet."

Wow. Irene couldn't really believe this was happening. This first year was beginning to leap to the top of her Favorite First Year list! There was this crazy awesome, but kind of awkward, turn in the convorsation. In response to Brett's "whisper", Irene laughed a little.

"Hey, hey," she said, "Secrets don't make friends!" But the end of her sentance trailed off. Brett had this look on his face that was sort of unmistakable. He was grinned over at her. What? No. way. Did he really mean...? She thought he did, that look was practically screaming it at her! Irene couldn't help the smile spreading on her face. She had expected some things from Sonora in her return, but getting a boyfriend at the opening feast wasn't exactly what she had expected! It was surprising, but completely welcomed! Suddenly, Irene knew exactly what she wanted to say,

"For real real?" She said. She didn't bother waiting for an answer. The answer didn't really matter. "Yeah," she said, a grin on her face. She really couldn't believe that just happened! Who cares her dad showed up at her house over the summer? She didn't need him. All she needed was her Uncle and these people at Sonora. This was going to be a good year.
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Brett Hodges

September 28, 2007 9:31 PM
Brett wouldn't have asked Irene to be his girl if he hadn't assumed she'd say yes. But. Still. Like, whoa, right? It wasn't like he'd practiced at all. He didn't have to say any of his mad rehearsed awful poetic stuff that woulda been out of character like mad whoa. Thanks to this firstie over here, he got to be all one with the smooth skills.

For real real. That's right, just like Irene said it. For. Real. Real.

Of course, now that she was his girl he didn't know what to do. They were all like grinny and what, and together, and... yeah.

"Cool," he said.

So now he could tell people they were going out. He didn't have to worry about her moving on to some other kid. She was his. That was good. Now he could... uh?

Talk about anything else, because it was going to get weird in like two seconds.

"Oh!" he said, pretending to think of something. Then he did. "Remember last year we were talking about cross training? I brought tons of stuff, like baseball mitts and bats and plates, hackeysacks, soccer stuff, wiffle ball, volley ball--but not a net--and badminton, handballs, lacrosse sticks, a football, other stuff. I got this big trunk this summer to put it all in. We could go through it sometime."
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Irene

September 29, 2007 12:10 PM
Irene got to thinking. Now they were together, but there was still so much she hadn't told him yet... They only people who knew about her dad was her family, Caedence, and Camren. And everyone at that interview. She wanted to tell him, but she didn't want him to be weirded out. No one knew where the bruise on her face really came from. Josh had bravely taken up the blame. But she'd cross the Truth Bridge when they got to it. Right now, she was just happy about everything around her!

Oh no... That weird awkward silence thing... She hated those.

"Oh!" Brett said. "Remember last year we were talking about cross training? I brought tons of stuff, like baseball mitts and bats and plates, hackeysacks, soccer stuff, wiffle ball, volley ball--but not a net--and badminton, handballs, lacrosse sticks, a football, other stuff. I got this big trunk this summer to put it all in. We could go through it sometime."

"Whoa! How'd you manage to get all of that here?" She said. He would have had to have brought another trunk, which would be a pain. She could barely stand her one trunk, which she would have to unpack...

"We'll definitely have to reenact the soccer game from last year!"
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