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Hana Hamisaki

"Konnichiwa. Watashi no namae wa Hana desu. Yoroshiku!"

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a character in “The Orion Affair”, as played by rubytuesday

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"Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high."
- William Goldman


I Want to Break Free | Queen || Where is the Love? | The Black Eyed Peas || Put Your Records On | Corinne Bailey Rae






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Hana Hamizaki

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"I don't really have any nicknames... at least not with my friends. I suppose there aren't many ways to shorten 'Hana'."
Neesan | Often | Her little sister | Likes | A Japanese nickname for elder sister
Cloudy | Sometimes | Her parents | Likes | In reference to having her 'head in the clouds'

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Seventeen | 1st September | Virgo

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Half-blood
"My mum is a witch, and my dad is probably the 'muggli-est' muggle on the face of the planet."

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Demisexual | Heteroromantic

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Dialogue: #356C91
Thoughts: #thoughts






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Chiisai
Meaning: Small
Chiisai personally chose Chii from the vast selection of pets at the emporium in her first year. The owl was particularly enthusiastic at the prospect of a new owner, and knocked its cage over in its exuberance. The sight was a funny one, and the small, saw whett owl was rewarded with a new owner and a perfectly fitting name.

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10Ā½ Inches | Beech Wood | Pheonix Feather Core

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Hana had been unsure what to expect when she cast her patronus for the first time, and was pleasantly surprised by the ethereally white hummingbird that danced about the room after she cast the charm.

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Fox Club || Hana did not fail to catch the curious teacher's interest in her very first year at Orion, and, after displaying impressive talent and untapped potential, he decided that she was worth 'collecting' for his little get-togethers.
Duelling Club || Although, in most cases, conflict isn't something that Hana particularly enjoys, she was urged to attend the club by her DatDA teacher, Professor Maddox. She chose to give it a go, and found herself enjoying the thrill of the duel, as well as the different skills and techniques it taught her.
Astronomy Club || Less out of adoration for the subject and more because of her personal love of stargazing, Hana finds the night sky beautiful, and the company -typically- pleasant.






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Intelligent | Blunt | Passionate | Sarcastic | Considerate | Clumsy
Hana is, in many ways, what you might expect of a Centaurus. The house's motto 'We seek enlightenment' is perfectly fitting, in more ways than one. Hana enjoys learning, and has an impressive knack for storing away even the vaguest and most forgettable pieces of trivia or lecture in the vast library that is her cloudy-skied psyche. She is inquisitive, the sort to ask questions when she doesn't understand, rather than stand back in silence, concerned over what her classmates might think of her if she shows herself actually, heaven forbid, enjoying a school lesson. She is a paradox in that, when in a class, she can be quiet, fascinated, and conscientious, but when among her friends and family, she is bubbly and bright, one of the late night's constellations. She doesn't really like being the center of attention, but doesn't shy away from spotlight if she feels she would benefit the most from such, and is perfectly content with public speaking and the like. Although she can chat to those she knows, social situations are certainly not her forte, and if the conversation turns to something she isn't particularly learned in, such as idle gossip or celebrity-related rumors, she will quickly fade into the background, or even stray away from the source of her ineptitude in search of something or someone a little more suitable to exchange pleasantries in.

Romantically, she is hardly a professional, as she possesses a certain naivete when it comes to the art of flirting. She herself is pitiful in such an area, both due to her lack of experience and also her lack of interest. She can't recall ever having a crush, save for the occasional fluttering in the gut, an ailment that has not occurred in the past three or so years. As for flirtations directed in her direction, they tend to go right over her head, much to the ire of her friends, who often shun her on being quite so dim as to not notice when someone likes her.

Hana is a kind individual, possessing a number of traits that could easily paint her in the form of an ideal mother, or older sister. Perhaps this comes from experience, what with her having her own younger sister, who she adores. She is compassionate, easily able to show and feel sympathy towards the plights of others, and protective when it comes to those close to her, unafraid of standing up for them and their pride if such a thing is threatened through bullying, threats, teases, or insults. She can be quite unintentionally frank at times, saying things like their are with well-meaning bluntness. She starting to get better at knowing when to hold back, but at times her factual nature kicks in, and her tongue slips back into its slightly brutal habit of telling tings exactly how they are.

From her diligent and studious side comes an unexpected hint of competitive stubbornness, and if challenged, be it in banter, skill, or something else entirely, she is not the sort to give up or ignore, her playfully persistent edge taking control of her personality. She is quite sarcastic, particularly around those she doesn't get along with, and enjoys the exchange of snark and witty banter. She is endlessly curious, and always following her feet, wherever they may guide her. Although she tries to be clever and calm, when her feathers are ruffled, her minuscule levels of recklessness can suddenly be magnified, and her clumsiness becomes significantly more notable.








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Hana is a typically amiable individual, loving nothing more than laughter, and being able to smile. Because of this, she is drawn to those with a good sense of humour. She strongly values loyalty and honesty, and is extremely close to her family. She adores music of almost every genre, but her favourite is stuck rather permanently in the eighties, although she also dapples in the seventies, nineties, and occasionally classical music. Although she isn't all that good at writing, she enjoys reading poetry, and finds solace in poring over a good book of some sort or another, especially when comforted by rainy weather, perhaps with a few pounds of thunder. She likes mysteries and riddles, and solving such things is something that she would certainly do more often, if only she could find such things in need of solving. Although she is pretty awful on a broomstick, she loves watching quidditch, perhaps whilst nibbling on either strawberries, or, better yet, chocolate. She enjoys almost all of her classes, particularly DAtDA, CoMC, and Transfiguration, and could spend the entire night stargazing. She enjoys travelling, especially with pleasant company, and, is often found singing to herself when she thinks that no one is around.


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Hana isn't really the hateful sort, nevertheless, there are a number of things in particular that get under her skin and rub her up the wrong way. These range from tiny pet peeves, such as loud chewers, and crude humour, to characteristics that she finds painfully aggravating, such as extreme arrogance, pretentiousness, or selfishness. She isn't fond of conflict for the most part, save for duels, so long as such are done for enjoyment and learning rather than with actual malice, and she isn't particularly fond of hot weather, preferring the Autumn rain or Winter snow to burning, Summer sun. She will not stand for prejudice, bullying, or judging of any kind, be it based on appearance, gender, race, or anything else. She gets extremely freaked out by horror movies, and can't sit through one without either covering her eyes, screaming, or asking endless question along the lines of 'the murderer dies, right?' and 'Why is she going into the house alone?!'. She isn't particularly fond of uncomfortable silences, and boredom is, for her, the equivalent of the cruciatus curse. She doesn't like wearing high heels, although that's mostly because she looks like a newborn giraffe in that she seems to loose control of her legs, and ends up waddling when she wears them.







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ā—˜ Babbles when nervous, excited, or flustered ā—˜ Looks down at her feet when feeling guilty or shy ā—˜ Sings or hums to herself often without realising ā—˜ Bites her lip when thinking, wondering, or pondering ā—˜ When it counts, Hana is a conscientious and diligent student, a pleasure for any teacher. However, there are moments, particularly when there is something else on her mind, that she dozes off, and ends up staring off into space, lost in her own little world ā—˜ When she's annoyed or stressed out, she has a habit of muttering to herself in Japanese, and occasionally uses Japanese insults only to pass them off as something else if question by the target of her disdain. Particular favourites include 'manuke' (clueless, loser (literally "out of rhythm" or "missing a beat")) and 'kusottare' (literally "shit drip") ā—˜

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ā—˜ Defence Against the Dark Arts; Hana is a particularly bright pupil, rarely scoring lowly, however, DAtDA has to be one of, if not her strongest subject, her other three strongest subjects being Transfiguration, Charms, and Care of Magical Creatures ā—˜ Witty; Hana enjoys exchanging sharp banter and snark with others, and for good reason, she is very good at such, and is in possession of quite the verbal arsenal ā—˜Singing; Hana isn't really the sort that one would expect to see jamming it out centre stage... and thus she and her surprisingly lovely voice are limited to dances around her dorm, karaoke sessions, and shower time ā—˜ Intelligent; Although her street-smarts leave much to be desired, Hana is, academically above average. Of course, this isn't exactly out of the norm, as a Centuarus isn't expected to be anything but ā—˜ Telling Truths From Lies; Perhaps she's just observant of the typical liars' quirks and tics, but Hana has always found herself quite adept when it comes to sorting the honest from the not ā—˜

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ā—˜ Flying; With a mother that was captain of her quidditch team at Mahoutokoro School of Magic, making the team as chaser in her first year, it was rather assumed that Hana would pick up her mother's natural skill. She didn't ā—˜ Clumsy; Particularly when stressed or embarrassed, Hana can prove to be quite the klutz, often making a fool out of herself in the process ā—˜ Socializing With Strangers; Hana isn't really the sort to journey far outside her comfort zone on her own, and when it comes to chatting to strangers, she tends to allow her words to melt into random babble, just to fill silences. If this doesn't occur, then the opposite tends to, and silence blooms between her and her acquaintances, making the air uncomfortable ā—˜ Lying; Although she's good at telling liars from the crowd, she isn't all that talented at the art itself ā—˜ Potions; It should be simple enough. Get some ingredients, put 'em in a cauldron, cook 'em. And yet, Hana always ends up blowing something up. ā—˜







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Jiro Hamasaki | Father | Alive | 45 | Muggle |
Kaede Hamasaki | Mother | Alive | 43 | Pure-blood Witch |
Yuki Hamasaki | Sister | Alive | 7 | Witch |

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Hana's parents met in a typical way, interacting for the first time all thanks to chance, when Yasuda Kaede -as she was before her marriage to Jiro- whilst interning at the Ministry of Magic, accompanied Uesugi Junko, and two other members of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, to investigate a cursed set of encyclopedias purchased by a rather naive high school teacher. This teacher was Hamasaki Jiro, and he was instantly drawn to the young witch. He found her mysteriousness perplexing, and she found his bumbling nature endearing. Although his memory of the deadly hardcovers was made to fadeinto oblivion, and thus his first memory of her, she found herself eager to run into him again, and thus stationed herself at his favourite coffee shop.

Obviously, the pair grew closer, and after three years of dating, they got married.

However, there were certainly bumps along the road to their holy matrimony, one of which was, obviously, Kaede's magical abilities, which she revealed a year after meeting Jiro. He, surprisingly, took it rather well. At least, after he'd woken up after fainting from shock. Nevertheless, the most notable problem was in fact Kaede's heritage, and her legendary family name. The Yasuda family, a renowned line of extremely talented and prideful pureblood wizards, had never before had their 'blood mix' with that of a muggle, and Kaede's parents forbade the relationship without a spark of hesitation. Even after Kaede married Jiro, the Yasuda's refused to acknowledge them as a couple, and continued to express their disgust and disapproval at obtaining such an in-law.

About eleven months after their marriage, Hana was born. Hana grew up in a loving environment, despite the antagonistic behavior committed towards her family by her, well, family. However, when she was about eight years old, a fire broke out in her home, and she was lucky to survive. The fire, although they lacked proof, was undoubtedly caused by the angry Yasudas, and so Kaede and Jiro decided to move as to see the last of them. They moved to Australia, and three years later, Hana received her invitation to attend Orion Academy.

The typical excitement followed, purchasing her wand -which didn't take long, as the second she entered the shop, one wand in particular began to shudder and convulse, eager to escape its confinement. She purchased her owl, who she adores, and all of the necessary gear.

And when the Sorting Hat was placed on her head, her nerves gave way to euphoria, and, after listening to the musty old thing ponder between Centaurus and Pegasi, grinned to hear it finally choose the latter.

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ā—˜ Is fluent in Japanese ā—˜
ā—˜ Ever since her dad found out about quidditch, he's been a total fan, and now has a favourite team, the Toyohashi Tenguā—˜

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So begins...

Hana Hamisaki's Story

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Date: 1st September | Time: 6.00 pm | Location: Island Cove - Great Hall




Light ripples across the blue waters of the islandā€™s cove, setting the waves aflame as the swells of water race towards the golden sands of the beach beyond. Half of the beach remains untouched, pristine stretches of sand racing down to meet the lapping salty waters. To the left, however, several small jetties have been constructed, floating on the waves and offering a safe docking space for the collection of magical ships arriving. The dock is only temporary, conjured up by staff for the arrival of the schoolā€™s students. Once the last has arrived the beach will be returned to its previous state, the swish of a wand deconstructing the floating pier in the blink of an eye.

For any muggles who catch sight of the yearly migration of ships, they might wonder where the sea faring vessels are going. The island is invisible to muggle eyes and technologies, blanketed by powerful spells that render it unmappable and undetectable. Yet, for those with magical blood running in their veins, they know exactly where the boats go and why. Above the beach, perched on the edge of the overhanging cliff, stands Orion Institute of Magic, a school dedicated to the education of young witches and wizards from around the globe. The castle gleams in the setting sun, appearing to sparkle as if its walls are littered with diamonds and crystals. The schoolā€™s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the schoolā€™s crest ā€“ the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words ā€œTo Learn Is the Highest Powerā€ appear to be produced.

For the new students on the arriving boats, this is their first glimpse at their home for the next year, and an impression that will live on long after they have left the school. Awed gasps can be heard from some of those younger students, while the older students look on with smug expressions, their eyes already leaving the stunning castle above to scan the clear waters below. There, a dark smudge beneath the waves can be seen, flying through the waterā€™s depths. Thereā€™s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who arenā€™t paying particular attention ā€“ just the flick of a tail and then calm again. A second later a shriek is heard from the front of the boat, small hands of the frightened first years pointing at the water monster emerging from the depths.

Long enough to wrap around the ship multiple times, the beast shares many similarities with dragons. Its skin is covered in glistening, dark multi-coloured scales, which seem to change shades as it swims from patches of sunlight to shadows cast by clouds high above. Above water the light also reveals the beautiful patterns engraved onto the beastā€™s scales. Sharp claws extend from its fore- and hind-legs, as long as many of the first years gapping in fear and astonishment on board the vessels are tall. Large, intelligent eyes blink up at the boat, its mouth opening to reveal rows of deadly teeth as it belches out a shriek. Spines stand to attention along its back, following the movement of its body as it slides through the water towards the boat. Just before the beast reaches the ship it picks up speed, causing more than a few of the new students to stumble backwards in fear as if it were about to smash into the ship's side. Then, to a series of gasps and startled shouts, it leaps from the waters, arching itself up and above the boat, the length of its body curving over the deck, before splashing back beneath the waves on the other side. From there it disappears down, a series of loud cheers and clapping erupting from the older students for its show.

On board the boats the knees of the first years shake, their eyes wide as they attempt to come to terms with what theyā€™ve just seen.

ā€œItā€™s a dragonā€¦ a- a-ā€¦ a water dragon.ā€ One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

ā€œNo, itā€™s a Taniwha.ā€ Another replies, possibly a resident of the neighbouring Island chain of New Zealand, from where the magical monsters originate.

The returning students grin on, confident in their knowledge that the coveā€™s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwhaā€™s appearance at the start of every year is his idea of a joke, a playful way to welcome the new students to Orion. For the rest of the year he ā€“ fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce ā€“ remains largely out of sight, apart from the odd glimpse of a tail or leg slipping beneath the waters.

Needless to say, once the shock wears off the new students and an older student has explained the situation, thereā€™s no stopping the excited chatter. Yet, there is much more to see, and before long the students have left the boats. Carriages pulled by invisible steeds carry students up the winding path to the castle, while the first years are treated to flying hippogriff pulled carriages which zoom around the golden castle at an astonishing pace.

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Just as the sun finally sets, the first years are set down and ushered into the grand hall. There wonder again sets in and necks crane up to inspect the charmed ceiling above. At first glance one might simply assume that the night sky outside has been reflected in the high ceiling of the hall, yet a second glance will show you thereā€™s much, much more to behold, for the ceiling is alive with moving constellations. The crab of cancer scuttles behind the harp constellation of Lyra just as the dragon which gives house Draconis its name glides by. A school of sparkling stars in the shape of fish glimmer in and out of view as they pass swim around the figure of Hercules. Most stars can be seen in the ceiling at at least one time in the year as the ceiling seems to shift hemispheres on a whim. However, of all the constellations, only one is notably absent, both in the ceiling above and in the night sky, Orion the Hunter.

Yet, none of the students can be faulted for not reflecting on the constellation's absence at this moment. For, of equal interest to many is the large array of food spread across the four house tables, waiting to be devoured by the hungry witches and wizards. The feast is always a highlight, and every year the kitchen elves go to great lengths to provide a truly remarkable meal. Everything from roasted vegetables, chicken drumsticks, and mouth-watering burgers to creamy puff pastries, raspberries cakes, and lemon tarts stand ready on the tables. The only thing keeping the students from reaching out and starting their meal is the watchful eye of the schoolā€™s headmistress and her accompanying teachers. They sit at the head of the hall, patiently waiting for the first years to file in so that they may be sorted. Only then will a short welcoming speech be given before permission to eat is granted.

The sorting, thankfully, does not take an extraneous amount of time. An old hat is brought out, baring a striking resemblance to the sorting hat used by Hogwarts School. And in fact Orionā€™s was modelled on Hogwartsā€™ sorting hat many years ago. However, since its creation the hat has picked up several habits, such as dropping the occasional swear word into its yearly song and insisting on being addressed as ā€˜Daisyā€™. No amount of magic or persuading can get it to stop swearing, and the students have come to be fond of this little quirk. Daisy usually receives a raucous applause after any song particularly heavy in unsavoury language. Applause too is given as the new students are sorted into one of the four houses, older students clapping them on the backs and cheering as they move to join their tables. Then, after ā€˜Robert Zueqoā€™ is sorted into Draconis, the hat is removed and Headmistress Syborn stands.

A hush descends on the hall as the witch gazes out, her smile warm as she addresses the pupils, ā€œTo our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.ā€ Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. ā€œI can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.ā€ A cheer goes up from some of the students, the hungriest no doubt, and Headmistress Sybron waits patiently for the noise to die down before she continues, ā€œHowever, I would first like to remind all students and inform our new pupils, that unsupervised magic is prohibited, while the forest and beach are out of bounds unless accompanied by a teacher. Professor Savea informs me that the islandā€™s local unicorn herd has several new additions and asks that anyone who happens to come across them, to please be respectful and give the young foals space.ā€ Syborn pauses, her eyes gazing around at individual faces as she lets her message sink in, when she is sure that it had she smiles and raises her hands, ā€œAlright, you may begin.ā€

That announcement receives a loud cheer, one that becomes progressively quieter as the students pounce on the food. And this is where we start out story, sitting among friends and filling out bellies.

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DATE: 1st September
TIME: 6.00 pm
LOCATION: Island Cove - Great Hall

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Hana leant over the side of the side of the ship with a soft smile. The salty breeze tussled her ebony locks, and they shivered in strands across her cheek, flickering about her neck and dabbing at her brow. Looking down onto the cerulean waves as they shuddered white by the ship's side, she caught sight of a dark shadow swerving beneath the surface. As it broke through the blue, she caught sight of a pair of violet horns, and a twisting, turqoise body. Moe was looking bigger than when she'd last seen him. As his head rose to level with the railing, his saffron orbs glanced in her direction, catching the light like a pair of citrine jewels caught beneath thing tundras of green. Every time Hana saw the taniwha, she was struck by a shade of nostalgia.

She remembered when she'd first caught side of the creature, as he burst out of the water, and soared right over the ship. As she gazed up in awe, trapped under his massive shadow and gazing up at his glittering underbelly, she hadn't been terrified like many of the first years surrounding her. She'd been curious. She'd rushed to the railing over which the creature had just plummeted, only to loose her footing on the dampened wood, and gone skidding towards the edge. As she felt herself tumbling overboard, someone had caught her arm in a firm grip, and pulled her backwards. The owner of the grip's name, Hana soon learnt, was Shanti Miller, a kind-eyed girl with dark curls and a Head Girl badge that glimmered in the morning sun. "You alright, there?" She'd asked, and Hana had nodded slowly, "Ah, yes... thank you. I- the dragon..." "Oh, Moe? He's not a dragon. He's a taniwha." Upon hearing another girl calling her name, Shanti had glanced in the direction, nodded, and shot Hana a smile, "And, trust me, it's more fun to watch him from on board the ship. Warmer, too." She'd winked, and Hana had smiled shyly before turning her attention back to the dragon. No, taniwha. No, Moe.

Now, her fingers reached out towards him, lightly grazing the smooth scales between his horns before he shivered, and dove back into the water. Hana's eyes followed his path, grazing the flick of his tail as they rose to meet their destination. A broad smile broke onto Hana's face. "Long time no see."





As the new students were sorted into their houses, Hana joined in with the applause, as enthusiastic as any. She loved the way houses were always so eager to welcome new 'recruits'. Being a new student was rarely not at least slightly terrifying, so to be surrounded by people happy to have you, and to make you feel appreciated... it took the edge off of that new-kid gloom. As she'd entered the hall, she'd been quick to sit herself by one of the friends she was fortunate enough to be in the same house as: Lucca. As Headmistress Syborn finished her typical, annual speech, Hana plucked a cherry from one of the many bowls arranged in startling symmetry on the long table, biting off the ruby fruit before shooting Lucca a cheery grin, only to be unnoticed. With a curious frown, she followed his gaze, and her smile grew wider, as well as a hint more teasing. As he ducked, she leant towards him, speaking in a kindly humoured tone, "Crush still going strong, I see."

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"Crush still going strong, I see."

Lucca would absolutely be more than okay if the professors suddenly decided they were in a foul mood and dismissed everyone to their dorms to stay in their bed until given further notice. He adores Hana, he truly does, and her being willing to initiate conversations is invaluable in their friendship given that he is often at a loss for how to do so with even his closest of friends, but she always manages to know precisely what to say in order to make him nervous. To be perfectly fair, I didn't start liking her till last year so I mean still is a strong word, he stumbles over his thoughts even when they are for his listening only, the poor sap. Of course, poor devoted Lucca doesn't realize that most people don't have such longstanding crushes. Before Adie, he had been enamored with a girl who graduated last year. Some people are simply prone to long, intense crushes: the somewhat awkward boy is plagued by this tendency.

The young man grabs a roll and obscures the bottom half of his face with the needlessly massive baked good. His eyes finally flick over to Hana, still watching him in that mischievous way of hers. There is no winning against the girl, Lucca by now knows this. He studies the small imperfections in the bun as though they are newly discovered constellations, imprinted their exclusively for the viewing of his starry eyes. "I- Well- yeah," he finally manages, looking up at Hana, waiting for her to tease him in some manner or another. It's inevitable, he knows- she's just like Leo in that manner. At least people have yet to tell him how entirely hopeless the affections are, given Adie's vivacity and popularity. He already scolds himself far too often over it to be able to withstand the well-intentioned warnings of others on top of it.

By the time he realizes he's doing it, Lucca's hands are already caught up in his own hair. It's a nervous quirk of his, one not uncommon to people in general, to mess with his hair when nervous. Thus he fiddles with it distractedly before finally smiling, deciding with slightly uncharacteristic initiative to change the subject. Directing it towards Hana is perfectly in line with his character, at least- he is one of those few who enjoys hearing people talk about themselves.

"Anyway, How was your summer?"

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When Lito chimes in to offer a recommendation of Andy's business, several of the female first years begin listening with a renewed interest. Andy is caught between the instinct to smile at the advert and the desire to roll her eyes, and ultimately finds herself doing both. Of course, it is that crooked smile of hers, more sincere than a smirk but lopsided in such a way that makes it seem less than earnest. She could likely beam with complete and honest interest and still be taken as sarcastic thanks to this little lopsided aspect to her smile. Only an open mouth smile prevents this, and the young woman is of the opinion that these are only permissible when laughing. Luckily she does laugh frequently, often at the expense of another person.

Lito may still be talking but Andy is distracted by the fresh face beside him. Starting the year off with an acquisition? Oh you sly dog, his little sigh and disappointed glance towards the transfer student throws doubt at this little assumption of hers. It doesn't matter a good deal to Andy, of course- Lito may very well go ahead and mess with every person in the school, so long as they can keep up their constantly jesting friendship. Andy, while fond of flirting and sex and the like, is of the mind that friends are far more preferable than romantic interests. If you like someone enough to date them, wouldn't it be even better to be one of their closest friends? Given the various romantic plights and drama throughout the school, it seems some do not quite agree with her, or are too taken in a less than friendly way to adopt the Andy Quillen school of thought.

"I can give you a private one after dinner," Andy grins and tilts her head just so, allowing her to look at him under her lashes flirtatiously. Those who know the two are aware that this is not to be taken seriously. First years, however, wonder at the relationship between the two.

"As wonderful as that sounds, lovely, I worry that you wouldn't have the stamina to give me a satisfactory. . .reading," the effect of this, and the suggestive wink that it ends with, is completely ruined when she wiggles her eyebrows in a less than alluring manner. They are caterpillars come alive, as Andy is incredibly proud of her ability to manipulate them.

Andy winks in response to Aria's nod, and happily listens to the somewhat eccentric girl's warning. "Oh Aria, I'll gladly wander into your fairy cave," she teases across the table. If there is one thing some people may take issue with in Andy, aside from her shady dealings, love for dares and bets, flexible morals, and tendency to poke fun, it is the fact that she seems to communicate one third through teasing and flirting. It's simply far more fun a way to speak to people, especially when it gets them flustered.

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H A N A . H A M I S A K I
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DATE: 1st September
TIME: 6.00 pm
LOCATION: Island Cove - Great Hall

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Despite her kindly mischievous intent, Hana felt guilty the moment as she witnessed Lucca's reaction to her teasing comment. She always knew Lucca to be shy, and absolutely rubbish when it comes to conflict, confidence, or, apparently, crushes, but she never knew quite how to anticipate just how much her little quips might effect him. She'd meant it as a light-hearted remark, but rather than easing Lucca's fretfulness, she'd only increased it. So the pertness in her smile softened into something more considerate, and when he replied with an awkward, "I- Well- Yeah." She said nothing, smiling softly, and when he rather blatantly attempted to change the subject, she did not pursue the matter of love lives and unnoticed affections. Besides, Lucca loved to get other people talking, and seeing as it was her company that he was in at the second, such a topic would inspire little of her own non-existent experience to fill the conversation. So instead, when queried about her summer, she played along, and her smile grew again, reminiscing her holiday. "Oh, it was great! We went to Japan to visit dad's family. Mum was pretty antsy in the beginning, I think she was expecting another murder attempt by the Kaede Klan. But nope, still alive and kicking," Hana made a gesture to herself as though to solidify the evidence that she was not, in fact, dead. "As I'm sure you are eternally grateful."

Hana shot him a wry smile before she continued babbling on, perfectly aware that, in most cases, in most company, such a thing might be tiresome, or dull. But with Lucca, his quiet nature, and his impressive ability to sate the embarrassment and shyness of other's, Hana could chatter away to her heart's content. Perhaps that was why she loved Lucca so much. He was the perfect listener, not to mention he had a lot more going for him in terms of personality and looks than he gave himself credit. In that sense, Hana longed to tell him to just go for it, and ask Adie out. But she knew better that to invade his space and pressure him. One of these days, he'd have to realise that staying cooped up on the sidelines, and watching everyone else's stories play out, would simply not do. But as another person used to the bleachers, Hana was no stranger to the difficulty of leaving such a place, let alone taking centre stage.

"I wouldn't call it 'my summer' though, seeing as it was winter over there. And cold. Really, really cold. Not to mention we took a plane over there, which was horrible. There was a kid behind me. Apparently watching movies is so last year. The new trend is kicking the chair in front of you for hours on end." Her expression had begun to melt into a grimace, but her eyes quickly lit up at a particular memory, "Oh, and we went to the Sapporo Snow Festival, which was... amazing." She reached over and picked up a cream puff, nibbling on its crispy surface as she turned back to Lucca with a curious expression.

"How about you? What did you get up to?"

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Date: 2nd September | Time: 8.00 am | Location: Great Hall




The first full day of school dawns bright and early, sunlight seeping in through stain glass windows and falling on students eager to start the day ahead ā€“ or go back to sleep. Many enjoy their final hours of freedom before class begins, knowing that as soon as they sit down to learn, assignments and homework will mar their free time. As eight a.m. rolls around, most students can be found pulling themselves from bed and making their way to breakfast. Some eager ā€“ or unlucky ā€“ few have been up since the crack of dawn, the Phoenicis Quidditch team under the direction of their captain having woken before the sun in order to get a jump start on the other housesā€™ teams. Now, however the delicious smells of pancakes, bacon and eggs, porridge, and every other breakfast treat one could imagine seems to permeate the air. Any first year who has already forgotten the path from dorm room to Great Hall need only follow their nose.

The heavy double doors stand at the rear of the hall, directly opposite the teachersā€™ podium and bracketed by two large carvings ā€“ one a likeness of the Taniwha Moe, the other a carved map of the night sky with the cluster of stars known as matariki (the Pleiades) centre stage. On the wall either side of the doors hang the house banners, indicating which long table belongs to which house. To the far right upon entering one finds Centaurus, with Draconis right and centre. Pegasi house stands left and centre, with Phoenicis against the left wall. While the house segregation is strictly maintained during dinners, and in particular feasts such as the welcome back feast of the night before, breakfast and lunch are another story. Students are free to sit at other housesā€™ tables. One will commonly find most students grouped at their own house table, merely because this is typically where their close friends sit, but for those who wish to diversify their friend group, Orion allows for movement between the benches. Itā€™s not uncommon to see Draconis sitting with Centaurus, or Pegasi beside Phoenicis. Students may roam where they please, though for the first day back it also pays to mind the Head of Houses.

The first dayā€™s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each houseā€™s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who donā€™t and for the first years, the difference in colouring of their uniform offers a key clue. Centaurus students wear their clothing embossed with the mossy green and warm gold of their house. Draconis have a clear blue and dark bronze as decoration, while Pegasi have a softer lilac and silver combination. Students in Phoenicis house can be found with scarlet and black edgings to their uniform. Professor Dew, Head of Pegasi, can be seen gliding between the tables, stopping to hand out timetables to her students with a smile. She knows all by name and will often pause on her way to enquire after a studentā€™s family or break. Her first years are welcomed with a calm smile and a note that if they have any problems, her door is always open. Centaurusā€™ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if heā€™s still half asleep. A piece of toast hangs from his mouth and when he finds a Centaurus student he can often be seen scratching his head as he searches through his collection of timetables. He too knows them all by name ā€“ or most of them at least - though he has been known to make up fond nicknames for his favourites. Across the hall Professor Maddox grins as he shares a joke with a Phoenicis student. He seems to view the handing out of class schedules as a competition with victory going to whoever can see all their students sorted the fastest, though he keeps getting distracted as he shares sarcastic banter with the louder members of his house. His attitude is perhaps the complete opposite of Draconisā€™ dignified head. Professor Jones of Draconis does not hurry, yet she is possibly the most efficient, handing out schedules with a nod of approval or a simple ā€™See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.ā€™.

For the older students, their schedules are designed around the O.W.L. and N.E.W.T examinations they will be sitting at the end of the year. Some sixth years, having done terribly in one subject or another, are unable to meet requirements for their preferred topic and must pick another, while others sit tall with pride at having received near perfect marks (the majority of these seem to be found in house Centaurus). Other students are eager to look over their timetables and compare classes and schedules with friends, while others lament over a packed day and not enough free periods. Whatever your mood and wherever you find yourself sitting, there is sure to be much to discuss. The first day back is always exciting, and even the stars reflected in the enchanted ceiling above seem to be brimming with energy.

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DATE: 1st September
TIME: 6.00 pm
LOCATION: Island Cove - Great Hall

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Hana's eyes flitted over her completed timetable with a soft smile as she leaned one bony elbow on the table, fork hanging lazily from her fingers, risking to slip. The plate in front of her bore two pancakes, one rolled neatly, with maple-syrup-drizzled blueberries peeking out from either end, and the other plain, yet to be adorned. Naturally, she'd gotten into all her classes, and such surprised no one, although, despite having been perfectly aware that her high scores from the year prior would easily carry her to any class she desired to participate in, she breathed a little sigh of relief to see all of her chosen subjects, neatly slotted and with a couple of study periods to boot. The fact that potions had managed to make it onto the little slip of paper inspired a hint of pride in the Centaurus, especially considering her skill in the subject had been rather lacking, despite her determination. Her diligence had obviously paid off, and as she stared at the subject, which she would be taking Tuesday and Thursday, a voice interrupted her daze. "Surprised, Miss Hamisaki?"
Hana turned to face Professor Nathan, "More like relieved, professor." The teacher offered her a warm smile, "As am I, you've always been a delight to have in my class." Hana opened her mouth to reply, only to be cut off by the teacher, as his face melted into a familiar expression, warning her of an oncoming jeer. "That being said, the potions room has just been renovated, so try not to blow anything up this year, alright?" Hana winced at past memories of explosions and terrible smells, and nodded slowly, "I'll try." Professor Nathan smiled once more, "Wonderful, then I'll see you Tuesday, Miss Hamisaki."

Hana poked her tongue out at his retreating back, muttering to herself, [b]"Honestly, when's he going to stop bringing it up. It was second year, for heaven's sake..."
"Ah, Miss Hamisaki." Hana turned once more, only to find the head of her own house standing before her. He carried his usual peculiar, mildly bumbling manner, his hands clasped in front of him and a blue and silver striped scarf looped around his neck. He'd lived on this side of the world for quite a while, from what Hana knew, but as he spoke, his French accent lingered in many of his words. "I am very pleased to see that you've decided to continue taking Ancient Runes as a subject. I am sure that you will find continue to find the subject most enli- Ah!" As he caught sight of Professor Jones, his hand rose in a signalling gesture that the woman either didn't notice or chose to ignore. "Er, please excuse me, Miss Hamisaki. I- I have to speak to-" His sentence trailed off as he scurried after the scarlet-haired professor, leaving Hana with an amused smile. "That guy's so weird..." She looked back to her timetable, zoning out to the flurry around her as she studiously looked over the different classes in an attempt to memorize them. Raising a forkful of the pancake to her lips, her eyes stayed glued to the parchment, and thus she nearly missed her mouth as she took a bite of the delicious breakfast.

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DATE: 1st September
TIME: 6.00 pm
LOCATION: Island Cove - Great Hall

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Hana gazed affectionately at the laden fork, or rather, at the delicious substance that sat, pierced by the piece of cutlery's pronged end. The pancake was, as always, cooked to perfection, its surface the most delicate shade, bordering between white and gold, and across its rolled surface, golden syrup was drizzled. A mouth-watering, sugary sweet elixir, its flavor perfectly complemented by the blueberries that nestled within the sliced, hollow cylinder. One of the blueberries stumbled from its perch, landing back on her plate. Without hesitation, the dark-haired witch picked up the little sphere, dragging it through a puddle of the thick molasses that had gathered at the edge of the ivory china, and popped it in her mouth, nibbling at the substance that remained on her fingers. She glanced up, meeting the gaze of another Centaurus, a fair girl with a shot of curly red locks, who stared at her with undisguised disgust. Hana removed the fingers from her lips, lowering them steadily with an embarrassed smile. She offered a small laugh, but the girl merely rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to the boy beside her.

With a rise of the eyebrows, Hana shrugged off her concern, turning her attention back to the delicious breakfast before her. She moved to place the pancake in her mouth...

And, almost choked on the entire fork, as a girl bumped into her as she scurried towards a boy sitting beside Hana, not bothering to apologize. Hana looked curiously at her recognizing her from a couple of her classes. A Draconis, if she wasn't mistaken. Diane, was it? Daphne? "Dahlia." The name settled on her tongue, and her mind flooded with recognition. The girl in question turned at the sound of her name, frowning at Hana as though trying to place her. "Do I know you?" Hana's tongue prodded at her cheek, mildly peeved. "Uh... Yeah. It's Hana, remember? From potions?" Dahlia looked blank. "Care of Magical Creatures?" More blank. "History of Magic?" Dahlia shrugged, and sniffed, and Hana noticed the redness of her eyes. "Hey... are you okay? What happened?" Dahlia scoffed, although her eyes betrayed her hurt. With a swerve of her head, she gestured towards the Draconis table. "Ask that jerk." Her attention slid off Hana, and she began muttering angrily to herself, "Bland? Me? I bore him?!" Hana followed the girl's gaze, and her eyes fell upon a smirking boy with raven hair and an air of arrogance. Bodhi Volkov.

Why am I not surprised?

Hana heard a sniffling behind her, and saw that Dahlia was in tears again. "Rather have the company of a mudblood?" Hana resisted flinching at the slang, "What sort of a guy says that? And to me?" At a loss of what to do, Hana offered her her plate, "Uh... pancake?" Through her tears, the girl looked disgusted. "Don't you know how many carbs are in that?" Hana stared at the gooey mess with a frown, and placed it hurriedly back on the table. "Ah.. right. Look, I'll just talk to him. I'm sure he didn't mean what he said..." Hana had always been a crap liar, and this time was no exception, but Dahlia nodded slowly, plonking herself down in Hana's seat and drying her eyes on Hana's timetable. "Ah, that's my-" Dahlia sniffled, "Never mind."

With a twist in her gut, Hana bit her lip, before walking over to the Draconis table as confidently as possible. Which meant, not all that confidently. As she reached the back of Bodhi, she made a little ahem, rocking on her feet as she waited for him to notice her.

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Date: 26th September | Time: 10.00 am | Location: Mākutu Village




The first class of the year had been slow for most of Orionā€™s students, with everyone trying to ease their way back into the beat of school. The teachers, of course, had other ideas than to take it slow, and while some students moaned about the homework that was already being set, others looked forward to expanding their mind. Those who were still in holiday mode quickly settled in to the rhythm of class. That first class flowed into the second class, which then became the third, until a whole week had passed and to most students it felt like they had never left. That first week became two, and before anyone knew it almost a month had gone by since school started.

Itā€™s now been three and a half weeks since the ships docked in the bay, and while many people in the northern hemisphere are pulling out the extra blankets, the southern half of the globe is happily in the midst of spring. Orion looks magnificent in any weather, but it practically glows in spring. Wild flowers sprout up around the edges of the forest, and more often than not bright coloured petals can be found decorating the waters of the magical waterfalls that send down buckets of liquid on unsuspecting students. The baby unicorns have been seen wobbling about the school lawn from the windows, while a pod of bottle-nose dolphins spent the last week playing with the taniwha, Moe, in the harbour.

Of course, none of that is quite as exciting as the prospect of the first trip to Mākutu, the magical village which shares the island with Orion. For those old enough to attend this trip was long awaited. Mākutu is always a treat, no matter how many times one has visited. Nestled on the other side of the island and only a short walk through the forest, it consists of a small collection of stores that sell everything from magical and muggle treats to spell books and novels. Most, if not all, of the stores can be found along the main thoroughfare, with the houses of the residents either occupying the upper storeys of the buildings or snuggled behind. In the centre of the town is a quaint square or cobblestones. A statue in the middle of the square depicts a tall, broad shoulder man of Polynesian descent with a wand in one hand and a magical compass in the other. As the plaque beneath his effigy read, the figure is the Mākutu, the wizard who found and settled the island centuries ago. His gaze fixes on some spot in the distance, as if seeking out his next adventure.

For many, their sights are usually fixed on the Honey Pot, an adorable cafĆ© by day, and quaint bar by night. Itā€™s here youā€™ll usually find students and islanders alike taking shelter from the rain, or merely stopping by to try their island-famous honey mead. Praised as the nectar of the gods, or the loversā€™ drink (usually only by those who have had several more than they should), it will warm your belly and soothe your worries. It should be noted that students are forbidden from consuming alcohol in the village, though light beverages like butterbeer are allowed to the older students. Thankfully, the Honey Pot offers delicious non-alcoholic alternatives for the younger students, and their hot chocolates are divine. Though, if youā€™re an inquisitive student or know the right people to ask, you might find your way to the outskirts of the village where the Rusty Ship Wreck stands. While it isnā€™t a ship, the dingy pub is rather rusty, and locals have taken to calling it ā€˜the Wreckā€™ for short. Here, if youā€™re discrete and donā€™t irk the owner, a student can purchase and enjoy almost any beverage he or she desires.

It is places like these that have the third years buzzing with excitement as they wait by the schoolā€™s main doors to be officially allowed out. Itā€™s their first year being able to explore the town, and most have made sure that theyā€™ll have the whole Saturday to do so, their eagerness seeing them rise early for breakfast when for most a Saturday normally calls for a lazy morning. The older students, most of whom find the pull of the town less consuming, are still all likely to indulge in a trip through the woods. Why not? Itā€™s a chance to stretch your legs, stock up on unhealthy, sugared goods, and possibly share a virgin honey mead with your crush (legend has it sharing the drink brings a couple closer). So, though the third years jump in excitement, they arenā€™t the only ones waiting for Professor Li and Professor Patel to start ticking off names and allowing students to leave.

Permissions have to be checked, particularly for the third years, but eventually the students are allowed out, and in no time Orionā€™s pupils are streaming into the village. There is no uniform needed to be worn today, so many of the students wear their own clothes, of which vary between the mundane and decidedly muggle, to the odd and hilarious. No ignorant muggle would be able to walk through the village without stopping in their tracks to gawp at one student, at least. Thankfully, no muggle has ever stepped into the village in living record, which is reassuring for the islanders. Of course, had our protagonists known about the series of events that begin to unfold on this inauspicious day, perhaps they too would have wished never to step foot in Mākutu.