Headmaster Brockert

November 03, 2017 5:12 PM
Coming back to school after midterm was always a relief. The holidays were always jampacked with parties being crammed into a tiny two week space. It was a social whirl and Mortimer hated social whirls. Or being social period. If it weren't for the flow of drinks, it would have been intolerable. It felt like hardly a vacation at all.

At least so far, this year was going much better than last year. No catastrophies major or minor. No staff quitting though Professor O'Malley was on maternity leave and they still hadn't found a permanent Defense Against the Dark Arts. No dealing with any violent unruly students-though Mortimer still couldn't entirely blame Joe Umland for wanting to hit his brother, he didn't want to have to deal with such thing. The good news was that, he really hadn't had to deal with any students who weren't his granddaughters.

He hoped the second half of the year would go just as smoothly. Mortimer sat at the staff table in his usual place as the students filtered in. Once everyone seemed to be present, he stood up. "Welcome back to Sonora. I hope you had a good break." Hopefully that was starting to sound more believable and less forced and awkward. Truth be told, he could have cared less if they realized he didn't care one way or another about how their breaks went, but he had to give the impression that he did because he was supposed to act like he cared. Why he didn't know, but that was what was expected of him,

But then Mortimer was a pureblood and used to having to do what was expected of him. Whether he liked it or not, such as was the case in dealing with dull functions with dull people when all he really wanted to was read or make models of torture devices. In fact, he'd gotten an actual Chair of Torture, a chair covered in spikes as a gift from his wife for Yule this year. That was the highlight of the entire break. He'd actually felt something akin to excitement.

Mortimer continued. "There are no announcements at this time." With that he sat back down and began to eat.
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Zevalyn Ives

November 07, 2017 2:57 PM
OoC: I am making wild unsubstantiated assumptions about characters who are no longer active. If these prove to be false, I apologize. BIC:

When Zevalyn first arrived at Sonora a year and a half ago, she’d briefly shared a room with Madeleine Dautin before the French girl transferred to some French school that sounded like Blue Batons but which was, presumably, actually some French word with an x in it. (She knew it had an x in it, as she’d seen some papers with the school name written on them; she was only guessing it was a French word.) There had apparently been another girl named Arianna the year prior to that (but a different Arianna to the one that was still in Crotalus) but Zevalyn never met her. Then Madeleine left at midterm of Zevalyn’s first year, and since then, Zevalyn had the room of (nominally) fourth year Aladrens to herself, though she herself wasn’t technically a fourth year yet. It was, however, her final destination and she thought, by next fall, she might be close enough to the academic classification of her room assignment to finally count herself one of them. Certainly by the end of next year, Zevalyn planned to take her CATS with the rest of her actual age group.

The problem with all that meant she had very few people in her intended year that she knew very well. Now that she was finally taking classes with the current fourth years, she was also aware that Aladren didn’t even have any boys in fourth year. So even after the wagons began to arrive that afternoon, she had no close friends to catch up with, no roommate to help settle in after her break.

The Hall was fuller than it had been the last two weeks, but most of the people she knew from her House were only second years and Jen wasn’t exactly a scintillating conversationalist. So while she took a seat at her own table at first, mostly through habit, her eyes darted over the other tables as people took their seats and the Headmaster declined to give a speech.

Instead of filling her plate and staying at the Aladren table, she decided to get up and transplant herself to Teppenpaw instead. They were supposed to be friendly. She’d caught Kir’s eyes watching her briefly. Maybe feeling sorry for her that she was sitting all alone. The Teppenpaws would probably welcome her onto their turf, and Georgia had come to sit with Zevalyn on the Aladren side last January so it seemed only fair to return the favor.

She considered joining Kir, as they’d made eye contact earlier, but he had just looked away and started talking to his neighbor, so she chose a different person to approach. “Hi, Georgia,” she began, uncertainly, putting her hand on the back of a chair near the fourth year she considered more of a friend than most. This wasn’t really saying a lot. The near constant studying she was always doing didn’t leave a lot of room left over for socializing and right now, she was starting to regret her self-imposed isolation. Georgia had made an overture of friendship to her a year ago, and she hadn’t followed up on it nearly as well as she probably should have. “Mind if I join you?”

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Georgia Kirkly

November 08, 2017 6:28 PM
If Zevalyn had felt uncertain about coming over, Georgia’s reaction should have dispelled her worries pretty quickly. As soon as it became clear that it was her that the Aladren was coming to see, Georgia greeted her with a warm smile.

“Hi,” she returned. “That’d be really nice,” she nodded, scooching up to make sure there was room for Zevalyn to take a seat beside her. “I like the way people move around more at the returning feast,” she commented, more thinking about how she’d swapped seats last year, which she was pleased to see was now paying dividends, but there seemed to be a couple of others following Zevalyn’s lead now.

She surveyed the food in front of her, but as usual fell back on choices that represented comfort rather than exploration. Food should not, in her opinion, be challenging or surprising. Food was more like a reliable friend. Something you should be able to trust in, and a great comfort when everything else was changing or stressful. Getting used to magic being real and her parents being divorced had never been going to have a positive influence on her waist size. She was vaguely aware of this tendency, and that it wasn’t a particularly helpful or maybe even healthy trait, and she was incredibly aware that most people at Sonora were a lot thinner than her (though in the general population, she felt she pulled a solid ‘average’). But her own dissatisfaction with her body never outweighed the pleasure she got from food. She guessed she could stick to salad and be thin, and she sort of felt like being thin would be nice, but it was just so much easier not to. If there was a magic ‘make me thin’ spell, of course she’d take it - who wouldn’t? And was there? Maybe that was how all the Pureblood girls stayed so stick thin, or maybe there was but it was a closely guarded Pureblood secret, part of their plan to keep people like her down, by making sure they actually had to work on looking attractive and weren’t likely to lure away good Pureblood boys, unless they happened to like a bit more booty - but she wasn’t really going to try for it. She helped herself to pizza, even though she’d had it a couple of times whilst at her dad’s. Who could get fed up with pizza though? She was pretty sure that was literally impossible.

“How’s it going? Seen you in class,” she smiled, which was a clear sign that Zevalyn was catching up. “Did you at least get your Christmas this year?”
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Zevalyn

November 09, 2017 10:13 PM
Georgia showed no hesitation in inviting Zevalyn to join her, and demonstrated no evidence of hard feelings that Zevalyn hadn't made much befriending effort until now. On the contrary, she seemed quite glad Zevalyn had come over. "Yeah," she agreed about the House mingling as she took her seat. "Is the House thing pretty common in magic schools? My high school didn't have anything like that and cafeteria tables had no specific designations. But we went home every night, so maybe it's a boarding school thing?" She shrugged, having no other information about schools besides here and her old school, which was a pretty useless sample size.

She began filling her plate, taking first some salad, and then a piece of pizza because Georgia's looked really tasty and the aroma must have some kind of magic involved in its scent which made anyone who smelled it want some pizza of their own.

"Yeah," she confirmed that she had moved into the intermediate level classes. "It's going alright, but I did stick around over break again this year. I at least met up with my folks on Christmas - they're just over in Phoenix, so a teacher took me over for a few hours - then we came back. Hopefully next year, I can just go home like a normal person. I should be mostly caught up by then." She grinned a little self-deprecatingly, "And then, by sixth year, I might have time to actually join clubs! Are you in any?"
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Georgia

November 14, 2017 5:53 PM
“I’m not sure… My mom didn’t go here, but she doesn’t share a lot of school stories,” she’d mentioned to Zevalyn before about how her mother, in spite of being a witch, had not really told her much “I think she had houses at hers… But I’m not sure if it’s more of a wizard-thing or a boarding school thing. I guess it’s kind of nice… Like, going into Teppenpaw or going into my dorm feels a bit like having a home, or a place that’s mine at least. Kind of. Mine and Juniper’s anyway… But I’m not about to be a fully signed up member of any like… house pride squad. But maybe that’s a Tepp thing, seeing as we want to get on with everyone. It doesn’t exactly go with being like ‘hey, we’re the best.’ How about you? Feeling like waving that Aladren flag?” she smiled. She got the impression that Aladren could be a lot more like that about itself. Not that she’d met any who were in an obnoxious way.

“Ouch. Poor you,” she sighed as Zevalyn said she’d given up most of her holidays again. At least she’d been able to see her folks though. “Hopefully you’re all caught up in time to help me through the exams,” she grinned. And then worrying how that sounded - she didn’t want Zevalyn to think she was stupid - she added, “Joking. Mostly. I mean, I do ok, but when I hear some of the assignments the fifth years get, it goes over my head. Hopefully by the time I’m an actual fifth year though I’ll get it. Though what is up with the grading system here?” she groaned, revisiting the common theme that made her feel at home around Zevalyn - the oddities of the wizarding world. The first time she’d got an ‘A’ she had been super delighted, never having got one before, until she found out that it wasn’t what she’d thought… “Would it really have hurt them to use the alphabet in like… the same way as the rest of the world?

“Um. I’m in the choir,” she admitted, with a little embarrassment. She was still sort of self-conscious about that fact, as if it might lead to immediate demands that she sing. She decided not to mention that she’d half joined the Quidditch team, because it seemed like it wasn’t going to count for this year, and she was pretty sure that last year at the feast she and Zevalyn had decided anyone who wanted to play must be crazy. She was still pretty sure that was true in spite of having checked it out, but she didn’t need her friend to think it about her too. “What would you join?” she asked.
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