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Ollie Martin

"I defy you, stars."

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a character in “Hogwarts: Dark Secrets Of The Past”, originally authored by partially-stars, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Monster - Dodie
Last Of The Real Ones - Fall Out Boy
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F U L LXN A M E
Oliver William Martin

N I C K N A M E (S)
Ollie

B I R T H D A Y
August 3

A G E
16

Y E A R
6th Year

S E X U A L I T Y
Homosexual

E T H N I C I T Y
Irish

H O M E T O W N
Belfast, Ireland

H E X
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S T Y L E
Ollie’s style is pretty much the stereotypical indie kid, or as close as he can get. Denim, bomber jackets, graphic tees, Converse, Docs, Vans. He has a limited wardrobe and just rotates it around, figuring out new combinations and getting as much wear out of the clothes he does have. He embraces the unusual uniform wholly, managing to wear his tie in an expressive manner, wearing his trademark all stars, often sporting several bracelets and wristbands. He embraces light and bright colors in his wardrobe, but tends to stick to a limited colour palette.

H E I G H T & W E I G H T
5’11, .145lb

A P P E A R A N C E
An accurate, if unorthodox, way to describe Ollie's appearance is... soft. With light brown hair that has a gentle curl to it, styled only by him running his hands through it, and big grey eyes, he's far from the most threatening of people. He's a little taller than average and scrawny, not having much of anything on his frame. He's frequently found bearing a large smile, one that lights up his whole face and gives him almost a childish charm about him. When he wants to, he can look mature and grown-up; but he doesn't want to. He wears glasses, but tends to prefer contacts most of the time. At the moment, he's tattoo free, but has an industrial piercing in one ear. He desperately wants a nose piercing, but knows it would be too much hassle to cover up in school.



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L I K E S
He adores bomber jackets and denim jackets. When not in class, he almost always has some form of tea in his hands. He adores big dogs and wishes they were an approved pet in Hogwarts. He loves fresh flowers. His favourite types of movie are rom-coms and musicals, and he honestly wishes more movies would combine the genres. He loves sweets and spends significant amounts of time in Honeydukes on his Hogsmeade visits. He's got a crazy sweet tooth and as a result adores Butterbeer. He loves people who live their truth and who are unashamed about who they are. He loves spending time in the outdoors.
D I S L I K E S
His relationship with his family is rocky at best. He hates people touching his arms as it makes him highly uncomfortable. He hates bananas (but loves banana flavored sweets). He hates people who judge him or who assume he’s a stereotype. Sweet perfume makes him gag. Snakes creep him out and spiders terrify him. Most muggle sports bore him to death, but gobstones isn’t much better. He doesn’t understand how people enjoy coffee that isn’t sweetened and flavored beyond belief. He hates normalized homophobia.


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P E R S O N A L I T Y
One could never be blamed for thinking Ollie's world is all sunshine and rainbows. He's bright and bubbly, apparently able to sit down and have a conversation with anyone about anything. As a Ravenclaw, he embraces the eccentric and the weird without a second thought, and finds those conversations to be the most fun. He's curious, always asking questions, always looking for answers. He's incredible when it comes to multitasking, able to do three things at once with ease. He's incredibly intelligent and unafraid of hard work, even if he does get sidetracked on occasion. He's expressive and affectionate, sometimes a little melodramatic. Ollie doesn't believe in judging people until he gets to know them. Some people are harsh and hurtful for no reason, and others have actual legitimate reasons. He keeps an open mind to pretty much everything and tries to keep an open heart.

As a result, people are often shocked to hear about his home and personal life. His mother left when he was fourteen after an affair that tore their home apart. It's only recently that Ollie's began to trust other people and to really believe in love again. His paternal grandparents practically disowned him after he told them he's gay, and it was something his father struggled with at first. But Ollie's finally reached a point where he's overcome that shame and he's ready to be open, out, and unapologetic. A spell in hospital and a near-death experience have just made him all the more determined to embrace who he is, to live his truth and to get the most out of life.

That isn't to say Ollie's some inspirational saint. Despite having his own issues about physical contact, he forgets that not everyone likes it. He gets excited and interrupts people and forgets that upsets people. He is prone to sarcasm and bitterness, and has several grudges he intends on holding until his deathbed. He dismisses other people's ideas in favour of his own. Even though he's trying to work on it, he still has trouble trusting people and letting them in. It's much easier to push them away than let them see his vulnerabilities.


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Dorothy McLemore | 40 | Alive
Arnold Martin | 42 | Alive


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H I S T O R Y
Ollie was an unplanned child, but certainly not an unloved one. His parents were ordinary people- successful in their respective careers, owned a nice house, and were happy. Ollie fitted in to the happy picture perfectly. But then over time, cracks started to appear. His parents argued more and more. It was during one of these arguments that signs of Ollie’s magic first started appearing. His parents were out of the room, and he buried it, burying the secret with everything else.

He had always known that he was gay in one way or another, but it was only when he hit puberty that he really became aware of it. His family were more old-fashioned, and he didn’t know how they’d react. The letter from Hogwarts came when he was eleven along with a visit from Professor McGonagall, explaining what he was. It was a strange relief to have one secret in the open; but then the cracks started to splinter. He was fourteen when his parents split up after a lengthy affair. His mother walked out and left him with his father.

A year after she left, Ollie came out to his father. His father recoiled and told him that he would always love Ollie, but that he could never accept him. Tensions were tight between them for a while. They hardly talked. But when Arnold saw his parents’ reaction to Ollie, he was revolted. He stood up for his son and realized that he would always love Ollie, no matter what. But Ollie was damaged, and still didn’t have the courage to tell everyone.

It was only after a shock illness that left Ollie in hospital for two weeks that he finally came to a realization. When he was left unable to breathe, he was so afraid to die, afraid that he would have lived a lie. So when he recovered, he started telling his friends who he really is. He told his mother, and she immediately cut off contact from him. He met a boy from his neighborhood and they had a fling, brief but intense. The relationship was the start of him publicly living his truth, and he hasn’t looked back.


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B L O O DXS T A T U S
Muggleborn.

W A N D
Ebony, unicorn tail hair, 13", springy

P A T R O N U S
Labrador

H O U S E
Ravenclaw.

B O G G A R T
His loved ones, choking and unable to breathe in the way he was

F A M I L I A R
Hawk owl called Perseus

S P E C I A L I Z E SXI N
Potions and healing preparations

F A V O R I T EXC L A S S
Potions

T A L E N T S
Potions | Healing magic | Quidditch | Cooking | Switching between muggle and wizarding technology | Singing

S T R E N G T H S
Potions | Quidditch | Singing | Charms | Muggle Studies |

W E A K N E S S E S
Divination | Defensive magic | Languages | Can’t swim | Easily distracted


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So begins...

Ollie Martin's Story

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Character Portrait: Skye Maeda Character Portrait: Margot Larsen Character Portrait: Ollie Martin Character Portrait: Jessie L. Carter Character Portrait: Theodore Walder Character Portrait: Violet Marsden
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The smell of fresh smoke. The rumbling of voices echoed. The clatter of metal trollies scraping across the ancient station's stone brick floor, as well as the thudding of countless footsteps of first years. The old train station that secretly held the platform known as Nine and Three courters was alive once again. First year students were mixed among the older students that were simply saying goodbye to their loved ones and got onto the train, as the young ones shed a few tears as they'd be leaving their wizarding parents or guardians for the first time.

Where were they off to? No other place than Hogwarts, the School Of Witch Craft and Wizardry. It was once the most popular wizarding school in the world, secretly tucked away in Scotland. Hidden away from Muggle knowledge, as well as the rest of the world, that was until the year of May 2nd, 1999. A tragic event that shook the world by storm, The Batte Of Hogwarts. The Dark Lord, whatever else one may want to call him, Lord Voldermort who was once called Tom Riddle, and his band of Death Eaters and followers attacked the school simply for the last Horcrux, as well as Pure Blood Supremacy and to end all blood ties that weren't prior. But there was one thing that stood in his way, Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived and all the students that gave their lives to help defend the old school, and each other.

But with years passed, the death of Voldemort and few of his underlings still hiding in the shadows, Hogwarts has slowly come back to its former glory. It has been eight years since the Battle Of Hogwarts happened, and the reopening of the school. A handful of old professors returned to the school, as well as a few others. This would be a hopeful year for the students, as some are going for their last year, or their first year at the famous school. Students young and old said their goodbyes and slowly boarded onto the train.

Among the students that boarded the train, was a rather well known blonde haired, female Slytherin. She had shown promise in the past few years not only in Quidditch, but as a spell caster and a future healer as she had shown great interest in healing spells. The young Witch silently boarded the train with few supplies as she had come alone, as she always had years prior, even her first year she came by herself, only to have been greeted by Professor Slughorn. He had helped her with her things, picking out her wand and pet, and her books. But that was years ago, and now she was by herself.

She stepped onto the train and walked silently to the back of the train, and sat in an empty coach by herself, as the voices of countless students sounded throughout the small train. She sat by the window on the side and put down her book bag and removed a small book from the bag, it was one of her long time favorites and read silently as she resumed to go into the world of ALice In Wonderland, cutting out the outside world entirely as she read.

Meanwhile on the platform outside, a small brown haired girl stood, gazing at the station that housed the old train she had been told about by the one that helped bring her here, none other than Rubeus Hagrid, the caretaker of magical creatures. He helped her find her wand at Olivander's, her pet which she chose a small, white ferret, and her books. He gave her goodbye as she would have to be on the train by herself, and that he'd see her when she arrived at the school. The young girl nervously gripped her small bag that was on her back, holding Lily closely to her body as she stepped onto the train.

She was accidentally slammed into the side of the train as a much larger student accidentally walked into her, "Sorry!" he yelled as he looked over his shoulder, which only caused her to give him an awkward smile and in almost a whisper spoke, "It's okay...M-My bad." she stuttered and continued walked down the aisle of the train, trying to find any spaces where she could sit. All had been full that she saw, and slowly made her way to the back of the train, where an almost entirely empty coach was open, as a blonde girl was sitting in one of the spots, reading a book.

The young girl smiled as she nervously spoke to the woman sitting in the seat, "I-is it okay if I take a seat? A-all the others are full..." she said with a timid voice.

The blonde woman looked up and smiled when she saw the young girl ask if it was alright to sit with her, "Of course, sit wherever you want." she said with a small nod, glancing at the girl, then back at the book.

The young girl smiled, and trolled into the room, and sat down on the opposite side of the room, placing her bag down and held Lily close to her, in her lap. "My name's Violet. Violet Marsden..A-and you?" she asked with a small tinge of nervousness in her voice, while she was outgoing, she couldn't help but be filled with immense anxiety that filled her.

The older girl gave a brief smile and nodded, putting her book in her lap, "It's nice to meet you, Violet. I'm Jessie Carter. Nervous? As I can tell it's your first year. You'll be fine, I'm sure of it." she gave her a gentle nod.

Violet gave her a cheery smile as the woman that introduced herself seemed nice enough, "Th-thank you, Miss Carter. I've just never been out of London before, never mind to a different country." she said with a nervous chuckle.

Jessie gave the girl a small chuckle, which was almost entirely undetectable, "Jessie will do just fine. But as I said, Hogwarts will be your new home, and you'll be fine. Nothing has happened aside from what happened on my first year. Besides, if anything does, you'll have plenty of stong Witches and Wizards by your side." she gave a small grin.

Violet's eyes widened at the mention of a terrible event, "Y-you mean you were there? At the Battle? I only heard small parts of it..I'm sorry about that.." she said with a tone of sadness.

Jessie shook her head, "H-how about we don't talk about that, huh? Everything will be fine. You'll be sorted into a House and everything will be just peachy, alright?" she said to the small girl, who only nodded and as they waited for the rest of the passengers to board they made small talk for a few more moments.

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Character Portrait: Skye Maeda Character Portrait: Ollie Martin
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The hustle and bustle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters never failed to make Skye a little more at ease. Especially now that it was only her mother trailing along behind her, the constant calming presence of her father gone. "Skye. Your hair is... changing colour." The venom in her voice was evident, and Skye clenched her jaw, taking a deep breath to return her hair back to blonde. She kissed her mother on the cheek, before swinging her trunk, broom and Koneko's cage into the train. She made her way down the train, looking for either a friendly face or an empty compartment. Finding an apparent lack of the former, she settled for the latter, leaving Koneko's cage on the seat beside her.

She exhaled heavily, trying to keep her calm. The parting of her and her mother and been brief and tense. It was so different to the laughter with her father, seeing who could change their appearance the most before Skye's mother noticed. For the first few years, Saichi had carried all of Skye's stuff, and it was only by her insistence that he let her carry her broom, but he insisted on carrying her trunk. Her mother had made no such offer.

She missed him more than she was going to admit. Her mother was ice cold, not showing emotion, and she knew that if Skye showed any emotion, she'd see it as a form of weakness. Saichi had told his daughter to cry if she needed to. Rose had always viewed it with disdain.

Skye sighed, throwing her feet up on the seat across from her. This year would be better, she told herself. It would be good.




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Ollie had spent the last two weeks trying to think about how he was going to make his grand entrance. The more grand of his plans had been halted by a lack of magical ability. He'd wanted to storm in with a rainbow flag tied around his shoulders like a cape. But then his dad had decided to come with him to King's Cross, make a few days out of it, have some quality time in London. And as much as his father had embraced who Ollie was, Ollie didn't want to make his dad uncomfortable. But the rainbow flag was stashed in his trunk, and he hadn't ruled out storming into the Great Hall wearing it as a cape.

The hug with his dad was a little awkward, but still nice. Neither of them were good at goodbyes, but the hug said enough. There was a time when he would hesitate to touch Ollie. And now his dad initiated the hug, holding him tight. Ollie pulled away, eager to find his friends. He promised his dad he would write and hauled his belongings onto the train. As he made his way up the train, looking for a friendly face, he said his hellos, keeping an eye out for someone he knew.

It was wonderful to be back. He would be lying if he said there wasn't a little bit of fear. He was going to live out his life, his true self. He didn't know how people would react. He didn't know if people would still like him, but he wasn't going to hide. He'd come to that conclusion as he'd lay in the hospital, the healing magic doing it's thing. He was going to live his truth.

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"Darling, don't forget to send us owls every once in a while, and for the love of god don't forget your wolfsbane alright?" Holly Walder scrambled to help her son with his large bag of luggage and grumpy owl onto the platform past the students saying their last goodbyes and itching to get a good seat on the train. Theodore's face flushed and he clutched his mother's arm at the mention of the wolfsbane. "Mom! Please, I told you not to talk about it in public. You know how everyone feels about - " His glance fell towards the ground and it was apparent this was his least favorite subject to discuss. His mother sighed and placed a gentle hand on his cheek giving him a motherly smile, "Theo, honey, nothing can ever change the content of your heart, don't forget that". Theodore sighed, it was the same thing over and over again 'you're still the same person you were' bullshit that his mother fed him. He couldn't blame her, she was obviously just trying to make him feel better but no one truly understood what he was going through. It had made the last few years rather tough and strained within the Walder household. He managed to return her smile although it was rather forced, "Thanks mom, I better get going, you know". "Of course! Of course, I bet you're eager to see all your pals again. Take care dear, oh I'll miss you!" Holly brought her son in for a rather strong hug nearly squeezing the life out of him. She pulled away still keeping him in her arms, "I love you, and if you need anything please owl!" Theo chuckled grabbing his luggage, "Mom I know, I'll be fine okay? I love you too." Holly clasped a hand over her mouth and shooed him away with her hand, "alright, now get out of here before I start to cry!" Theodore rolled his eyes with a small chuckle and grabbed his luggage waving one last goodbye to his mother before walking to the train.
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The Hogwarts Express was rather full, and with Dimitri's cage in hand he walked down the small isle of the train trying to find the first person he knew. Thankfully it was Ollie. Theodore always had a soft spot for the Ravenclaw, being that they were both Muggle-Born he had always felt a bit protective over him. He peered in through the door of the compartment a smiled softly, "Is this seat taken?" He said gesturing towards the obvious open seat across from Ollie in the compartment.




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sterling matthews
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Sterling like some, walked the platform by himself, his Aunt would always drop him off at the station but never would go inside. He never asked her why, but had always been curious for the reasoning. Sterling had been living with his Aunt Lucy ever since the battle, and found peace within her company. She reminded him a lot of his mother and that was comforting in his own way. While their relationship was awkward starting off, she came to care for him deeply and for once Sterling wasn't afraid to live in his own home anymore. Most of the kids alone at the platform, like him, were living examples of the tragedies of the Battle of Hogwarts. It was a rather morbid thought to think of, but nonetheless true. He hadn't seen his father in almost 3 years. Binx, his loyal cat-companion, brought him back to the present as she weaved through his legs beneath him purring. "Alright, alright. To the train it is." He smiled slightly at Binx as she peered up at him with her large green eyes.
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Sterling was used to sitting on the train by himself. As the son of a death eater, it was rather hard to make friends, let alone keep them. He never minded the solitude, it gave him apt time to think and study. Sterling thankfully found an empty compartment on the train, and pulled a potions book out of his bag and began to read. Binx jumped up on the seat and curled into his lap, nearly vibrating his whole body with her constant purring. It was rather comforting in a way.

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"Hogwarts will always welcome you home."
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JESSIE CARTER
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Time had passed by slowly as the other students finally said their goodbyes to their loved ones and guardians, and filed onto the train and took their seats. For the most part, Jessie was content with being in an almost empty compartment aside from the new girl, but a part of her was rather disappointed and felt a bit dejected that none of her friends from past years had come to look for her, maybe they would later. But for now she cared about getting to the school, this year was going to be good, she could tell.

As time passed, Jessie and the younger girl made conversation and small talk every now and then, and eventually, they arrived to the old school. When the train had come to a complete stop the students began to exit the train, taking whatever they brought with them. Meanwhile, Jessie had only the small book bag with her as she usually left her things at the school in her dormitory, as her family practically forbid her to take anything from school with her, aside from her cat and owl, and a few other small things that could fit in the bag. Jessie sighed and stood up, as Fenrir jumped off of the seat next to her and onto the floor and followed her out the door.

Eventually, she was lost among the crowd of students and slowly the crowd made their way into the castle, and took their seats in their respective spots depending on what houses they had been sorted into years ago, while the first year students remained standing and awaited being sorted into whatever house they would be put into for the remainder of their time at the school in the following years to come.

Jessie took her seat where the rest of the members of her house were, seeing some familiar faces among the Slytherin house, as well as some in Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and of course...Gryffindor. Patiently and silently she waited as the Headmistress stood up from where she was sitting at the center of the long table at the front and center of the Great Hall.

"Welcome, to new and old students. To those who are new, and to those that may be coming here for your final year, may the Sorting Ceramony begin." she spoke with viger and nastalgia, as she always loved seeing who would be sorted into what house.






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VIOLET MARSDEN
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Meanwhile, for the young girl that sat with Jessie, time went by even slower for her. Anxiety rang high, and she couldn't help but have a large an slowly ever growing pit in her stomach as the train was finally filled with all the students, and the train began to be ready for departure. No turning back now, huh..?, she thought to herself as she held her small ferret close to her body as the train made its way to the school.

Thankfully, the girl she had been traveling with so far had been kind enough to her, and made her feel at slight more ease as they made small talk all the way there. From what their life was like outside school, allbeit the older girl was more reserved for what she said, to the life they'd be living at school, to how magic worked at the school, etc. Finally the train had made its way into the station, and slowly stopped, and eventually, the students began to disperse.

In the past, first years would be separated from the older students and would arrive at the school on small row boats, but with the events that had happened years ago, they couldn't risk something happening again and had since combined the means of transportation for the younger and older students. Violet watched as Jessie stood up and grabbed her things and left the small couch, leaving Violet alone, who only clambered her things together and quickly tried to follow Jessie. But she was lost amongst the crowd and was pushed back as she saw Jessie disappear into the crowd of older students.

Eventually, the large crowd had made its way to the castle, and eventually up to the long stairs cases and pathways, and eventually the long halls that lead into The Great Hall, where the Sorting Ceremony would be held. Violet could feel a tightening in her chest, as well as her palms beginning to sweat as she knew what was going to take place.

Soon, the older students took their seats where Violet guessed they had been sorted into, the four well-known houses. She wondered what house she would be put into, and what kind of friends she would make along the way, only time would soon tell. As she was lost in her thoughts, she was taken out of them as Violet heard her name be called from the crowd.

"Violet Marsden, please step forward!" Headmistress McGonagall exclaimed as she looked at the small group of remaining students. She had taken into account that this year had been the smallest group of first years in the past recent times. Odd happening to be sure, she thought to herself.

The young girl blinked and slowly felt her feet move forwards in the direction of the hat that who she assumed was the Headmistress she had been told about. Violet nervously moved forward until she was at the small, wooden seat that was before her, she took a deep breath and turned around, sitting down on the small wooden fixture beneath her. Violet closed her eyes as she felt a slight pressure on her head as the old leather hat was placed.

"Hhmm..." the article of what would be clothing began to mumble under its breath. "What do we have here...A Marsden...A bloodline I haven't had the pleasure of in some time. Tell me, Violet, what do you treasure most?" it questioned the young girl as it sat upon her head.

Violet's eyes widened as the hat spoke to her, and thought to herself. What did she treasure most? By that, did it mean what virtue did she treasure most? Bravery? Ambition? Cleverness? No...While she did treasure those, they weren't her strongest.

The hat made a small nod of what would be its head, if it had one. "I see. So...The House that best suits you is..."

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"Hufflepuff!" the old hat exclaimed after a moment of silence.

Violet's eyes opened as the hat spoke, and felt her heartbeat speed up a bit as it was revealed what house she would be put into.

The hat was lifted off of her head by the Headmistress who gave her a kind smile and nod of her head as she spoke, "Hufflepuff it is, Miss Marsden." she gave the young girl a smile once more as she waved her on, and began to read the rest of the few names that were on the parchment paper.

Violet gathered her thoughts and nodded as she stood up, and walked to the crowd of Hufflepuffs that gladly welcomed the new addition to their House. Violet couldn't help but smile as the older and fellow younger students welcomed her with open arms and cheer and hugs.

As they all settled down they watched as the rest of the first years were sorted. Some more went to Hufflepuff, then to Ravenclaw, and the most were then evenly split into Gryffindor and Slytherin. And after all was said and done with the Sorting Ceremony, the Great Feast began as food was brought out and placed infront of the students. Who all began to dig in and chat amongst their fellow house members and friends.