Shinta Shadowbone's Story

Liam wasn't surprised. Every Porter who ever went under that hat seemingly became a Gryffindor. He was more worried about people knowing who he was. After all, his story made the front page twice. "Ministery Official's Death and Son barely survives after a few days alone in the snow filled forest" still rang into his ears from others voices, despite the lengthy name. It was a big story, his father dying, and Liam managing to reflect a curse out of pure luck. But to him, every time he heard was just another reminder his father was dead, and he watched it happen. His family was all affected, but he witnessed the death himself. And he was the closest with their father. It bothered him more then others. And people tended to treat you differently already when your mother was as high up in the Ministry as his.

That didn't mean he showed it though. He hid behind his normal self, full of jokes and courage and loyalty. As he sat down at the table around fellow Gryffindor's, a familiar face caught his attention. It was his brother, Daniel. "Welcome to the club Liam" he mentioned, messing up Liam's hair. Liam smiled somewhat, but also was annoyed.

"I thought I told you to stop doing that!" Liam mentioned, as his other brother Tristen added "Now you are stuck with us. Also means you can stop using my bed at home since you're here now".

Liam looked towards the other Gryffindor's nearby. "Please tell me they are less annoying here then at home. And Tristen, ground rule, no messing with me before a test or I start mentioning certain stories. Understood?" At least they stopped calling him "The Boy who Survived". Granted he did survive three days alone in the woods wounded, but he hated the idea of being like Harry Potter. While he did have this great history, Liam wasn't a big fan of that spotlight, and it implied he was prone to danger. Which, while he denied it, he was.

He just hoped the school year wouldn't be as disaster out, or that he would get so much "special treatment". But he would brave it all the same, no matter what.

(NPC Porters, activate! Anyways, if anyone wants to make one of them as an actual character I wouldn't mind).

(Also, the similarities between Porter and Potter is coincidental. I just noticed it myself in this post).

Shin stretched his legs after arriving to Hogwarts. It was a long ride and he was exhausted. He was dressed in his Slytherin robes, that seemed to hide his summer tan he received over vacation. In smooth strides he made his way alone in silence to the Great Hall, where he'd fill his stomach up with delicious food, of course after seeing what "New Meat" they had this year. Walking in he could already see the tables filling up. Some with friends, some with people he couldn't stand. He made his way to the Slytherin table and sat down letting his head rest in his hands. He was hungry, he was tired, and he resented the fact that Summer was over once more.

The chattering in the Hall died down as the doors opened, and the first years filed in. Lifting his head up he looked at the younger students to see if he knew any of them. He recognized some, but not many. There was however another Porter among the group. How fancy, now they seemed to be coming by the year. He shook his head, a smirk well defined on his face. Leaning back a ways he listened to the Hat sort everyone, even a few new students for Slytherin. "They won't make it, they look like their ears are about to fall off." He thought to himself shaking his head. He couldn't say much, he remembered being that young, though he wasn't terrified about magic or school or sorting or any of the sort, he felt as if he were born for it.

His stomach growling brought him out of his thoughts. He was starting to regret ignoring the food trolley on the train. His attention however went to Mathias, a fellow Slytherin, whose attention was on one of the first years, who was sorted into Hufflepuff. He perked a brow and smirked, he could get entertainment out of this. He watched out of curiosity at first, then it was over, just as soon as it started. What made it interesting was Kieran, he seemed to be very protective of the first year. He caught the boys glare and smirked only to keep eye contact and make sure that he looked smug about what happened. Shinta rested his face on his hand once more and just gave a tiny wave to Kieran, wiggling his fingers, almost as if he were mocking the boy. Shin could already tell, he'd have a fun year, that's for sure.

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Emma had been nervous since she had gotten off the boat. She was really there at Hogwarts. She was a Witch! She followed the rest of the first years into the school, her eyes wide with wonder. She whispered to the girl next to her, and the girl would whisper back. "I hope I get into a nice house, I heard that Slytherins were really snakes... do you think-" before she could even finish the giant oak doors opened up and everyone filed into the Great Hall, eyes on them. Emma's eyes were on all four tables and even the teachers table. She tried making mental notes about everything, but it was a lot to take in.
After all the sorting done, Emma sat on the stool and waited for her chance to be sorted into a house, a "family" so to speak. The hat spoke some gibberish she wasn't paying attention to on why she should be in this house or that house, in the end she became part of the Ravenclaw House. She took a deep breath, it wasn't as scary as she made it seem, sliding off the stool, she'd make her way over to her House table and take a seat with the people nearest her whispering small 'congrats' to her. She looked around to see where everyone else that had been standing with her had been sorted. Seemed everyone was sorted where they belonged, everyone was already fitting in and having a good time. I wonder if that's how I'll be next year or if I'll ever be that way again." she thought glumly to herself, seeing as she didn't have any "muggle" friends or any wizarding friends. At least she had her owl and her sister and father to write to.

Shin listened to the announcements, with little to no interest, it was the same year after year, rules rules rules, don't do this, don't do that. He rolled his eyes, and shook his head. After a few bites of food, he'd get up and start heading to the dungeons, to his Common Room where he could finally relax and not have to worry about anything. He was after all at home. Staring up at the ceiling he remembered he had classes to attend tomorrow.

He pulled his schedule from his pocket and glanced over it. It was all the classes he had asked for. Potions, DADA, Transfiguration, and Herbology, his last class was Care of Magical Creatures. How nice of a schedule he had. There were however some classes he'd prefer not to be on there. He shrugged and put it up, at least he knew where he was going tomorrow. Plopping himself down on the couch, he stretched out and smiled, the warmth from the fireplace broke the chill in the common room. Not that he didn't mind the chill, it was just not as comfortable as he would've prefered it. Closing his eyes for just a moment, he heard a familiar voice. "Sleeping on the couch Cuz? Why waste a perfectly good bed." Shin's eyes popped open just as he was sat on. He grunted, and took a deep breath as he shook his head at his cousin. Alaina Silverwulf, his younger cousin only by a few months, had also been accepted into Slytherin. Shin pushed her off of him only so he could sit up and raise his brow at her, now that a few tons had been lifted off his stomach. It was a good thing he hadn't eaten too much, she would've ended up wearing it by now. "I was thinking of how to cut off your hair in your sleep." He grumbled, though he put a smile on his face. She shook her head, before punching him in the arm. "Really, try getting to my bed." She teased him before getting off the couch, giving him a hug and skipping off to the womens dorm room.

Shin grunted, shaking his head. She was all kinds a crazy, and not the good kind. He thought to himself, his cousin reminding him of something he had read before. Sighing, he got up and walked to his own Dorm, examining the same old room, he sighed and plopped down on his bed, and stared. His cat, Butterscotch, hopped up on his chest and curled into a ball, purring softly at him as her blue eyes gazed into his. He chuckled and scratched her behind her ears and whispered, "Looks like we're home once again Butterscotch." The feline closed her eyes and continued to purr as if in agreement with him. He kept his hand on her back, and he fell asleep to her soft purr.

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Emma listened to the mans words very carefully, for it seemed as if he were the one in charge. As they had lined up ready to go to the Ravenclaw Dorm, she had been bumped into. "Hey! Watch it..." She started saying before she realized that it was a first year just like her, and it was an accident. He even introduced himself to her. "Liam... that's... a nice name." She said with a smile, sticking out her hand, she would introduce herself, "My name is Emma... Emma Thompson bu-" just before she could finish her sentence, the prefect had already started moving forward. "Well... see you around." She said, before walking off, her blonde hair bouncing behind her. She followed the prefect as they spoke about the way to the common room, how the stairs change, so you better pay attention. Her eyes widened at the moving pictures, though she didn't say anything, she didn't want to seem... ignorant.

As they got to the common room door, the prefect explained how Ravenclaws got in, they had to answer a riddle, that the bronze knocker would give them. "Remember wit beyond measure is a mans greatest treasure." The prefect quoted Ravenclaw's slogan. Emma giggled until she heard a voice, a riddle was given.
."Without signal, flag or call, at night we come to play. And though we do not flee at all, at dawn we go away."
The prefect smirked and looked at all the first years. "Anyone want to try and answer it? I promise nothing bad will happen to you." Emma thought about the riddle for a second, then she smiled and raised her hand. "Why, I do believe that Stars are the answer." She pursed her lips, not meaning to speak out, the door unlatched and opened, as it said, "Enter." All the first year Ravenclaw students clapped before entering the common room. They were high up, Emma admitted to herself, as she peered out the window. "This is known as Ravenclaw Tower, as our house is represented by an Eagle, our colors are adapted to Air, we live with wisdom and wit, so have a grand night." The prefect turned around and left the common room, leaving all the first years to whisper to each other. Emma, however had no want to speak to any one of those. She walked to the dorms and sat on a bed that seemed to have her things, and even ravenclaw robes and a scarf for her. Her owl,Reno pecked at the cage to get her attention. She smiled and opened the cage, "Reno, I'm glad you're here... she pulled a letter from her trunk and gave it to her pet. "I need you to deliver this to my father please, you know he gives you the best mice." She said softly, looking around hoping no one would catch her. She tried opening her window, and it opened easily. The owl nudged itself against her cheek before taking flight into the night. She closed the window quickly, before noticing a piece of parchment paper on her pillow, it seemed to have her schedule.
Transfiguration, Charms, Potions, History of Magic, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Astronomy and Herbology. Flying lessons. She grimaced at the last class. Flying, that was something she wasn't sure she could do.... it was... not her best or her strong suit. Moving the schedule out of the way she laid down, in her robes too exhausted to do anything else. All the adrenaline she had seemed to have worn off, making her somewhat very tired. She closed her eyes and that was it, she was out like a light.