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Aidan Zeller

"We might not have a choice in who we're born to be, but we can decide who we become."

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

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"There is never an excuse for cruelty."

I Like It | Enrique Iglesias || Ain't no rest for the wicked | Cage the Elephants || Family Tree | Matthew West






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FULL NAME
Aidan Christopher Zeller

NICKNAME/S
Zeller || A surname capable of inspiring awe and terror. He rarely responds to 'Zeller' but the staff call him 'Mr Zeller' anyway.
Blood-traitor || Not so much a nickname as a derogatory term that Aidan deems a compliment.

AGE
17

SCHOOL YEAR
7th

HOUSE
Phoenicis

BLOOD STATUS
Pureblood

NATIONALITY
German-British

SEXUALITY
Heterosexual

DIALOGUECOLOUR
Dialogue: #808080
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FAMILIAR
Bengal Cat || A feral, vicious thing, 'Kitty' or 'Kit' for short - Aidan is not the best with names - will attack anything with a pulse. Unless said pulse belongs to Aidan, whom she absolutely adores.

WAND
12", Dogwood, Chimera scale fragment || A resilient wand that denotes a strong and fierce character. Once used for making daggers, it demonstrates a user with a violent streak. The pure Chimera scale is a rare heirloom core that is difficult to control but extremely powerful.

PATRONUS
Dragon || Ironically, Aidan's corporeal Patronus takes the form of a dragon, a fact that would have every Zeller exploding with glee and the hope that Aidan might ultimately join Draconis, he's sure. Fortunately, none of them realise.

EXTRA-CURRICULAR
Phoenicis Quidditch Team || Aidan is the Captain and Chaser of House Phoenicis' Quidditch Team.
Duelling Club || He's avoided participating in duels despite the insistence of his family, some professors and even friends who saw in him potential. However, a recent debacle with a Draconis led him to join the Duelling Club to prove a point.
Fox Club || Because of his familial ties, Aidan received an invitation to the Fox Club not even a year after joining Orion. Later, it was evident that he also had remarkable talent.
United Magic of the World Model Club || Aidan was appointed Co-Leader of UMWMC in his 6th year. He will eventually contest to be the Minister for Magic.





















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PERSONALITY
To say Aidan defies the Zeller mould would be to say that the sun is a little bright. His otherness was only confirmed by the Sorting Hat, who saw in him both Dragon and Phoenix, but ultimately decided he was slightly skewed towards the latter. Aidan possesses a selflessness that deviates from the Zeller tradition. He is remarkably brave, perhaps to a fault, and will defend any whom he considers to be in need of help. Being honourable, he will never compete with someone whom he deems to be at a disadvantage. 'Never kick a man when he's down,' of sorts. However, Aidan's ambition and competitive spirit is undeniable. He begins a task with the intention of being victorious and denies failure, viewing second as decidedly not first.

He is virtuous and at times can be rather stubborn about the opinions of others that veer from his own. He views most things as either right or wrong, black or white. He denies the Draconis and Zeller aspects of him, believing them to be inherently wrong. He strives to be the very definition of a Phoenicis and in many ways, he is. That is, until he responds to a jab by a Draconis with his own rather than taking the high road. He has a short fuse and his rage is a force most would do well to flee from at the first spark of embers. He is rebellious and whilst hard-working and generally good at his studies, struggles with accepting the authority of others. He is not one to accept what he has been told as truth. Rather, he prefers and almost needs to think for himself.

Witty and sarcastic, Aidan has a remarkable gift of making light of anything. He is loved by most and has a natural charm that makes it difficult for fellow students to deny him. Whilst he frequently jokes that people should be lucky to be in his presence, he seems for the most part oblivious to the effect he has on others. He finds himself 'decent looking' and he enjoys teasing people with a narcism that has no real root. Aidan is wholly loyal to his friends and has a tendency to be overly empathetic. He believes it is his duty to help everyone, which can become tiring.







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LIKES
Meat || Most people eat a chicken breast, maybe a few drumsticks, but Aidan will eat the whole thing and then some. His appetite is virtually uncontested in Orion. The wizard likely spends half his life eating.
Quidditch and flying || Perhaps a given, but Aidan has a tendency to love what he's good at, and he happens to be a very good at flying.
Yelling at people || And intimidating Draconis, Pure-blood supremacists and assholes. However, Aidan yells at everyone, although he does have a particular love for instilling terror in the members of his Quidditch team, because he can. Also, they're wusses.
Playing the piano || Possibly the only thing his parents taught him that he appreciates.
N.E.W.T. || Nobody in their right mind should look forward to the seventh year 'Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Test,' but Aidan happens to possess a slight masochistic streak and enjoy a challenge.
Romance films || He's confident enough in his masculinity to admit that he enjoys a tear-jerking tale of undying love and a cute rom-com. But more than that, he enjoys forcing his friends to watch sappy love stories with him.

DISLIKES
Hunger || Pity the fool who should attempt to ask anything of a hungry Aidan. He is a force to be reckoned with when deprived of food for any longer than two hours. To ensure his appeasement, his closest friends carry food in their bags and pockets at all times.
Zeller family || He didn't choose his family and if it were up to him, he wouldn't be a Zeller at all. That being said, he loves and cares for them despite their disagreements and is loyal to them in his own way. However, he strongly disproves of the way they live.
Pure-blood supremacy || Clearly, Harry Potter, Hermoine Granger and countless others have shown that Pure-bloods are not necessarily more powerful.
Draconis || Not only because it reminds him of everything his family wishes he was and is full of arrogant individuals who abuse their magic, but also because they have a formidable Quidditch team.
Vegemite || He doesn't want to talk about it, but Adeline will never be forgiven.































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QUIRKS | HABITS
Inhales his food || Besides vegemite, there is little else Aidan won't eat. He shovels food in his mouth like it might disappear at any moment and doesn't seem to chew all that much.
Curses in German || Likely because German sounds more vicious than English anyway. He has a tendency to slip into German when angered.
Fidgets || Generally a bouncing knee, Aidan rarely stays still.

TALENTS | STRENGTHS
Athletic || When Aidan first enrolled in Orion, he was a scrawny little thing, but puberty hit, he discovered Quidditch and the rest is history. He excels in many sports and even trains in Brazillian Jiu Jitsu.
Musically gifted || Aidan possesses perfect pitch and is able to pick up a new instrument very quickly. He's recently begun dabbling in songwriting.
Dark Arts || Although he will never admit it or use his gifts unless absolutely necessary, Aidan was first trained in the dark arts and it is in his blood. From a young age, it was evident that he had a particular gift for curses. Furthermore, he has a thorough understanding of the Dark Arts, including Dark Creatures and the like.
Defence against the Dark Arts || Perhaps because he understands it on a deeper level or because he is even more adamantly against it than most, having witness its effects, Aidan has excelled in Professor Magnus Maddox's class since his First Year.
Flying || He's always enjoyed flying more than he has the other perks of being a wizard and he's good at it, too.
Remembering people || Aidan has a remarkable ability to remember not only names but specific details about individuals.

FLAWS | WEAKNESSES
Unobservant || He is wholly oblivious to the state of events, the mood of the conversation, the feelings of others and the effect of that he has on girls when he trains for Quidditch shirtless.
Ill-tempered || Perhaps his most pronounced Zeller trait, Aidan's can be quite ferocious, especially when a person he cares for has been wronged. Although generally a friendly and peaceful person, he has a distinctly violent streak.
Opinionated || Aidan sees the world in black and white. He remains strong in his beliefs and can be very stubborn and resistant to others' ideas.
Inflexible || He could not touch his toes if his life depended on it.

FEARS
Becoming a Zeller || He is terrified of following in the footsteps of his family and succumbing to the Dark Arts.
Failure || He plays to win and despite disagreeing with his family's operations, fears disappointing them. He has always maintained a strong standing in the school and worked hard for his grades. He fears proving his family right - that the path and House he has chosen is the wrong one after all.
Taking a life || Perhaps not too unfounded as there are members of the Zeller family who have killed or worse, Aidan is plagued with dreams of succumbing to the darkness and taking a life.


























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The Ancient House of Zeller is a wealthy pure-blood family that has thrived in the dark arts since the Middle Ages, alongside the House of Black. Originating from Germany, it was Klaus Zeller who first brought the family to Britain. Prior to the Second Wizarding War, the majority of members of the Zeller bloodline attended the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and belonged to Slytherin. Following the destruction of Hogwarts, many younger Zellers enrolled in Orion and were Sorted into the House of Draconis.

HISTORY
Being the firstborn son of cousins Theodor and Mona Zeller, much responsibility had been placed on Aidan since birth. However, unlike the rest of his family, Aidan had a strong sense of justice. He stifled his conscience to ensure that he might belong, at least somewhat, with his family. Shortly before his 11th birthday, he witnessed his cousins, Erwin and Evert Zeller harassing a muggle-born. Despite having been raised to perpetuate pure-blood supremacy, Aidan refused to harm the muggle wizard, to the surprise and chagrin of his cousins. He was punished for his sympathy towards the muggle-born, and it was then that Aidan realised that he could not and would not live as his family did.

When it came time for the Sorting Hat to select their houses, Aidan expected that he would be Sorted into the House of Draconis, where others of his line had gone before. Yet when the Sorting Hat was placed on his head, the first words it spoke were not 'Draconis,' but rather, 'My, my, this is a first.' After much deliberation and mutterings about the predictability of the Zellers before him, the Sorting Hat decided that whilst he had some of the traits of a Draconis, he might be better suited to the House of Phoenicis, exclaiming that Aidan was to 'do something else.'

Since then, Aidan has flourished despite his family's persistent rage and insistence that he be Sorted again. He is loathed by most dark arts users and pure-bloods alike but the independence of his Dragon aspect dictates that he doesn't quite care enough to live as others demand him to, whilst his Phoenix ensures that he finds their opinions quite frankly ridiculous.








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P L A Y E D B Y
Layla

F A C E C L A I M
Colton Haynes

So begins...

Aidan Zeller'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 island’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 school’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 school’s flag flies from the Western tower, flapping in the sea breeze and proudly displayed the school’s crest – the Southern Cross constellation enclosed in a silver circle of vines with a pair of crossed wands beneath from which the words “To Learn Is the Highest Power” 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 water’s depths. There’s movement to the starboard side, barely caught by any who aren’t paying particular attention – 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 beast’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 they’ve just seen.

“It’s a dragon… a- a-… a water dragon.” One mutters in bewilderment, no doubt questioning why a school would keep such a beast so close.

“No, it’s a Taniwha.” 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 cove’s Taniwha acts as guardian and protector of the school, and perhaps remembering their own first sighting of the beast. Many believe that the Taniwha’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 – fondly nicknamed Moe because his full name is hard for many to pronounce – 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, there’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 there’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 school’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 Orion’s was modelled on Hogwarts’ 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 ‘Daisy’. 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 ‘Robert Zueqo’ 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, “To our newest arrivals, welcome to Orion, and to our returning students, welcome back.” Her voice carries across the hall, while her eyes dance from face to face. “I can see that many of you are already eyeing the lemon tarts, and I will not be the reason to prolong your wait.” 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, “However, 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 island’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.” 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, “Alright, you may begin.”

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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        XXXThe sun breaks over the horizon like a raw yolk spilling into the blue ocean. The Taniwha jostles the light on its back, each hard scale illuminated like shards of glass. A young boy rushes to the edge of the ship, his jaws slack and eyes wide as his hands grip the railing. The boat rocks, tossing him forward.
        XXXA thick arm curls around the boy's waist, lifting him away from the edge before setting the first year on his feet.
        XXX"Careful," a deep voice rumbles. "At least make it to Orion before you throw yourself overboard."
        XXX"I- I wasn't," the boy sputters, gawking at the student towering over him, his arms hanging limp at his sides.
        XXX"Relax." The older boy chuckles. "I was only joking. I'm Aidan. Welcome to Orion..."
        XXX"Timothy," he says reflexively.
        XXX"Timothy." Aidan's smile summons a dimple in his right cheek as he holds out a calloused hand. "Welcome to Orion, Timothy." The first year wipes his palm on his shorts before taking it with a surprisingly strong grip.
        XXX"You sound like the queen," Timothy blurts.
        XXXAidan raises a brow.
        XXX"I should hope not," Aidan says, feigning hurt. "That's rather emasculating. I was really going for more manly prince with just a hint of adrogynous peasant."
        XXX"Yeah," Timothy responds, dazed. He doesn't know what emasculating and androgynous means, only that Aidan might be a wizard. He must be, because he certainly looks like a wizard. He hadn't know wizards were real until a few weeks ago, and until a few hours ago, the only wizards he'd ever seen were old.
        XXX"We're home," Aidan murmurs. Timothy follows his line of sight, and gasps.

        XXXAidan roars when Timothy Jang is sorted into the House of Phoenicis. He stands, clapping the first year on the back. Timothy coughs and stumbles before hastily correcting his balance, but Aidan doesn't seem to notice.
        XXXThe Sorting seems to drag on for ever, but Aidan doesn't mind so much except for the food growing cold in front of him. His stomach rumbles loud enough for the people around him to hear. A friend beside him slaps his shoulder and laughs, but something akin to fear stifles the good humour. Aidan's mood sours as Daisy prattles on, his frown deepening every time Draconis gains a new recruit.
        XXXHeadmistress Syborn barely exhales her last word before Aidan is shovelling food onto his plate. He devours the sizeable nest of food in front of him in minutes. He is remarkably quiet and neat as he does so, pouring flobberworm fritters, roast chicken and aubergines down his throat without seeming to chew. The Phoenicis speak amongst each other, but no one bothers him as he eats, turning only to impart their leftovers on his plate.
        XXXMany of the first years, including Timothy, stare at him with equal parts fascination and horror.
        XXXFinally, Aidan ceases his feverous consumption of everything edible within a two metre radius of him. He sets down his cutlery, empties the goblet set in front of him with one long swallow, wipes his mouth with a cloth, and stares at the empty chair diagonally across from him.
        XXX"Is he going to eat that too?" exclaims a newly appointed Phoenicis.

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The sound of several first years screaming jostled Emma out of her daydreams, and she stood up, grinning. The sight of the Taniwha had almost made her 11 year old self wet her pants- but a friendly sixth year had calmed her down. And so, she felt like the baton had been passed to her. "You've seen Moe, then," she said, approaching the nearest group of first years. If their height hadn't given them away, the mix of enthusiasm and sheer terror on their face would have.

"Moe?" One asked, frowning at her. She nodded. "Yeah, Moe. He's a Taniwha, but everyone calls him Moe. I can't remember his full name, although I'm sure somebody can, if you ask around," she said. One stared up at her, still as white as a sheet. "Will he eat us?" He asked, his voice trembling. Emma laughed a little. "God, no. Moe's a sweetheart, really, he just likes to terrify the new first years. He won't hurt you," she said. They sighed in relief. One turned and looked up at her, staring at her for a few seconds. As it was starting to get unnerving, he finally asked, "What house are you in?" She looked down at him, trying not to sound freaked out by him staring. "I'm in Phoenicis," she said, and the vaguely sinister little boy looked like he was smelling something bad. Two of the group high-fived each other. "What's your Patronus?" one of them asked.

"Lioness," she said. One girl, standing a few feet away, looked entirely confused about the whole thing. Emma moved closer to her, bending down a little. "Hey, what's your name?"
"Katie."
"Hi, Katie, I'm Emma. You're not scared of Moe, are you?"
"No, I just don't understand what all of the other kids are talking about."
"Are you a Muggleborn?"
"Yeah."
"So am I. Trust me, in two weeks, it'll be like you were born and raised in the wizarding world. Don't you worry about that," she said. The younger girl nodded, and Emma moved towards the front of the boat as Orion came into sight. Home.




A massive cheer went up from Phoenicis every time a first year is sorted into it. The Muggleborn girl that Emma had spoken to was sorted into Pegasi, while the creepy kid went into Centaurus. As usual, there was a good variety of kids being sorted into Phoenicis, and as soon as they sat down, they were eyeing up the existing members. Most of the older kids were too busy staring at the food in front of them to notice the stares- especially Aidan. He looked like he was ready to eat the nearest first year. She pressed her knuckles to her lips to stop herself from laughing, because there was still kids being sorted. But, eventually, they finished, and the usual announcements were made. As soon as Professor Syborn announced the start of the feast, everyone surged towards the food. The problem with being at the Phoenicis table was that if you sat anywhere near Aidan, you needed to be prepared to fight for your food.

The food was as good as ever, as was the company. Before long, it felt like they'd never been away as everyone lapsed into their usual conversations about the Weird Sisters' reunion tour or Chocolate Frog cards or the newest broomsticks. Emma was in no less than three of those conversations, discussing the pros and cons of the various models. She only turned her attention away as somebody made a comment about Aidan eating a chair as well. "What are you talking about? Aidan, you must be feeling ill, you've only eaten half of what you'd normally eat!" She said. Several of the newcomers stared at her, then over at the Quidditch captain. "Is she telling the truth?" One asked, looking between them and then at the students around them.





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For once, Will actually managed to stay awake for the entire boat journey. Then again, he'd slept for the entirety of his various flights from England. His parents were still apparently fine with sending him across the world to go to school, so he wasn't going to try and push it any more. He was glad that his sleeping patterns adapted so easily, because it was an excuse to sleep all day and not talk to any of them while they believed he was still on Australian time. But he'd still been made to attend various parties and social events, where he had to lie through his teeth about why he was in school abroad and such. He'd never been so glad to get on a plane in his life. His sister had accompanied him until he was 16, when he was deigned old enough and responsible enough to catch his own flights.

He was staying firmly away from the first years, scribbling in a notebook. But even with that, he could hear them chattering, and then screaming as they saw Moe, then chattering even more nervously, before gasping with awe as they saw Orion. He took that as his cue to stand up and get ready to leave.

The Sorting was as long as ever, and by the time they got to the surname "Green", he was exhausted and put his head down on the table. The next thing he knew, it was dinner and everyone around him was eating. He sat up and started eating, rubbing his eyes a little. He was simultaneously hungry and wanted to go to bed, resulting in an internal conflict. He ended up eating a relatively small amount and putting his head down on the table again. The sheer noise meant that it was hard to sleep, and he wished he'd kept his ear plugs on him.

He sighed, making himself sit back up. He generally loved the atmosphere of the feasts, but the fact that he hadn't slept on the boat meant that he didn't have any energy for it. He leaned his head on his hands, waiting for somebody to tell him that he could just go to bed.



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Mac had always been a little envious of the students who arrived by broomstick to the docks on the long awaited trip back to Orion. The freedom of the open air, and the romanticism of that kind of road trip was one that had always struck her fancy. However, as Mac lived thousands of miles, and at least two oceans away, such a trip was impractical, not to mention illegal as she was still underage. Therefore, Mac’s journey back was far less interesting, accessing a portkey at the closest Department of Magic’s office. Wand in hand, Mac couldn’t help but internally rejoice, her last magic-less summer behind her. The next time she was forced from the grounds of Orion, she’d be seventeen and free, never to languish in the confines of muggle living again. The smell of salty air was like a balm for her soul, and Mac wasted no time climbing aboard the beloved vessel.

Mac always spent the journey over to Orion up on deck, eager for her first glimpse of the island in months. This also meant that she usually spent the ride over with a gaggle of first years, though Mac had never really minded that, generally finding their astonishment and enthusiasm refreshing. As Moe made his yearly appearance, this newest batch was no exception with a small crowd standing near her by the railing and in equal parts cheering and cringing back at the sight.

“See that, he looked right at me, it’s a sign of respect, from a Sea Dragon. That means I’m destined to become Draconis no doubt!” One of the first year boys boasted proudly to the rest of the congregated first years at the rail. Mac simply rolled her eyes at the boy’s ignorance. ”Oh you’ll be Draconis alright…”

“Actually, that isn’t a Sea Dragon. It’s a common enough mistake, but that is actually a Taniwha. Much more closely related to a shark.” A first year girl with thick rimmed glasses and shortly cropped black hair replied dispassionately, holding a book in her hand, A Beginner’s Guide to the Magical World, and What Every New Witch and Wizard Needs to Know, which was a very telling sign in more ways than one.

The boy’s cheeks flushed red at the correction, and obviously embarrassed, turned steely grey eyes on the girl who’d spoken up. “And what exactly do you think you know about anything you filthy little mudblood!” He sneered back, and a hush went up amongst the first years, some looking smug as they saddled up next to the bratty boy, and other noticeably backing away.

“You take that back Krasus! She’s right and you know it, so stop trying to save face with your nasty new friends!” Another striking first year girl with a purple streak and charmed glitter in her brown hair piped up. Obviously she and that boy, Krasus, by the looks on their faces, knew each other.

“Why don’t you make me Tennison, or better yet, why don’t you have that crackpot mother of yours do it! That ought to be good for a laugh!” Krasus chortled with the group of boys as the glittery girl seemed to almost wilt. Mac had seen enough.

“Nasum sus!” Mac fired the spell of her own creation off at the nasty little first year, content in the knowledge that the likely detention that would follow would totally be worth it. “If you’re going to act like a pig, you might as well look the part.” Mac said cheerfully with an almost predatory smile.

“What the ‘oik’! You ‘oik’ ‘oik’! Somebody fix this!” Krasus shouted as his nose transformed into a pig’s snout, and laughter erupted throughout the first years. Face red, to boy fled, probably to find a teacher, though Mac didn’t much care. The little punk deserved it, and it wasn’t as if she had done any permanent damage.

“Thanks.” The girl with the purple hair said shyly, looking up at Mac. “I’m Rory Tennison.” She offered in greeting as most of the other first years began clearing out. “And this is Alice Moore. She’s too rude to thank you herself, but she’s grateful too.” Alice looked up through her thick glasses, apparently immune to the insult and nodded.

“McKenna James.” Mac offered back as she observed the odd pair. They seemed strangely matched, but Mac had a feeling these two were going to be good friends.

“Wait, don’t you play for the Phoenicis Quidditch team!” Rory suddenly exclaimed, green eyes lighting up in excitement. “Does that mean you know Aiden Zeller? My dad’s a sports correspondent for Wizards Weekly, and he covers all the amateur and school leagues! I listen to all his games on the radio at home!” She gushed excitedly. “Do you guys have Quidditch trading cards here? My mom and I used to collect them all the time for the local teams?” She asked hopefully.

Mac was torn between laughing at having apparently found Aiden’s number one fan, whom she fully intended to introduce him to, and being somewhat impressed by the younger witch’s enthusiasm. Since Mac didn’t really feel like hurting the kid’s feelings, she learned toward the latter as she answered the questions.

“Yes, yes, and unfortunately no.” Mac replied in order, cutting off anymore rapid fire questions before she could lose track. At Rory’s crestfallen face though from the lack of trading cards, Mac tried to cheer her up. . “You could always try and make your own though. Who knows, maybe you’ll start a fade.” She encouraged gently.

“I’ve read up on charmed photography you know. With the right research and we should be able to accomplish that goal.” Alice replied evenly.

“You really think so?! Well who do you think we should try to do first? Well obviously Aiden Zeller is the best choice, but we should really release them in wave series. So should we do it by teams or positions, or maybe even a ranking list? Stop me if I’m going too fast!” As the two girls seemed to slip into their own world, Mac slipped off to let them bond, finding a different part of the ship to stand and watch their approach. ‘It’s good to be home.’

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At the feast, it was little surprise to Mac as she watched Preston Krasus, newly de-snouted, sorted into Draconis. He gave her a sour look on the way to the Draconis table, but quickly lowered his eyes after she caught him staring. Alice Moore was also easy to guess as the sorting hat let out a few colorful swears whilst announcing the girl was obviously Centaurus. The cheers from the Centaurus table were comparatively subdue next to the rambunctious antics of the Phoenicis’ table, but it was no less welcoming as they ushered the first year in. When Rory Tennison was up, Mac was less certain, eager to hear where the sorting hat would put her. It debated a while, but eventually announced her to be Pegasi, and was followed by a raucous cheer over the newest addition. As Rory walked over to the Pegasi table, she gazed longingly for a moment towards the Phoenicis table, making it obvious to Mac where she had been expecting to go. Mac gave her a wink and Rory smiled back before happily joining the rest of the Pegasi and being congratulated by upperclassmen.

Once the sorting had finished, the feast finally began, and Mac, happily situated amongst her friends, dug in lemon tart first. As usual, Aiden wasted no time devouring everything in sight, a quirk that she was more than used to after being friends for so long. “Nah Emma, he’s just catching his second wind. The rest of you might want to scoot back a bit though. Getting between him and those raspberry cakes can be dicey.” Mac confided sagely as if imparting serious wisdom to the first years.

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All day excitement had been a palpable emotion. The young witch had been fizzing with anticipation as she began her annual migration from her suburban muggle home in the suburbs of Melbourne, Australia, to the magical school of Orion. A short car ride to the harbour, a wave good bye to her parents, and an exchange of promises to write often, before the muggle born was boarding one of the enchanted ships that would carry her towards friends, magic, and her second home. Her bag was heavy with a packed afternoon snack her parents had insisted she take with her, the book of quidditch moves she had ordered over the holidays, and of course, all her clothes, textbooks, potion cauldrons, and more.

Her broom too made an odd sight, partially wrapped in protective bubble wrap as a precaution against any bumps that might mark its smooth surface. Her broom was by far Adie's most prized possession, bought last year after months of saving her pocket money and pooling her birthday and Christmas present allowance together. She can still remember the feeling of running her hands over the smooth wood, and knowing that this was hers. The first ride had been thrilling, and bubbling laughter had spilled from her lips as she had taken a lap of the school's quidditch pitch.

The holiday break had been the first time Adeline had had a decent quidditch broom at home with her (far better than the second-hand Southern Comet she had been given in second year by her sister who hadn't taken to flying at all), and she had been practically dying of impatience to visit her Aunt and Uncle's house.
They lived in the middle of nowhere, on a small farm with towering walls of eucalyptus trees that made a perfect practice pitch for the eager flier. It was there that Adie had spent hours practising every trick her quidditch book had to offer, at times convincing her older sister to join her so that she had someone to practice with. Mariah was not a natural flier though, a talented witch with endless potential when it came to casting spells, brewing potions, and so forth, but put her on a broom and she was like a fish out of water. Still, Mariah was better than no one.

Adeline's own home, situated in a comfortable middle-class suburb of Melbourne, had nowhere to fly without attracting the attention of muggles, and so, when they had returned back from her Aunt's home, Adie had felt the lack of flying as if she'd lost a limb. Mariah, taking pity on her little sister, had surprised Adie with tickets to one of the Tri-Nation Quidditch matches. Despite being called 'Tri' the competition actually involved at least six international teams from the southern hemisphere, and Adie was lucky enough to witness the clash between the New Zealand Silver Brooms, and Australia's Flying Wallabies. Even though Australia had lost to their trans-Tasman rivals, the high of the match had carried Adie through the rest of the break. Now she was eager to trade holiday gossip face to face with her friends. Letters, sent regularly to her closest friends, could only do so much to describe her enthusiasm. She had described the incredible moves of the New Zealand seeker over writing to Leo Duan, but what she really wanted was to give him a blow by blow commentary in person.

That was why, as Adie bounced into the Great Hall with the horde of other returning students, she was eagerly looking around for Leo and many of her other close friends. Though, the difficulty with being of short stature was the limiting view it offered her. Standing on her tiptoes gave her a slightly better view. Was that Leo's dark head of hair bobbing away from her? She shakes her head as the student takes a seat at the Draconis table, before golden curls catch her attention next. Mac? Or Emma? Again Adie is left in disappointment as the curls turn out to belong to a fourth year wizard. With a sigh and a small pout Adie decides it might be best to wait until after the sorting, when everyone is seated and the wall of black robes isn't such a large hindrance. With that thought she takes a seat at the far end of the Phoenicis table, paying equal attention to the food in front of her and the nervous first years being sorted by Daisy.

When Headmistress Syborn gives permission for students to start their meals, Adie gives an enthusiastic clap before loading her plate with goodies. Her parents may have packed an afternoon snack for her trip, but Adie hadn't touched it because she'd known that this magnificent feast was only a short trip away. Now she happily gorged herself on the array of deliciousness spread out before her, favouring anything with sugar in it. It may not have been the most nutritious dinner, but it certainly tasted amazing. As Adeline pulls another few sugared ginger-snaps and frosted raspberry cupcakes towards her, her eyes begin to scan the hall. She's searching for her friends, though her gaze catches on a few other faces too. Lucca Faraldo, a shy young man in house Centaurus meets her gaze. Adie offers the boy a smile and a wave, though she is unsure if he catches the greeting as he ducks his head quickly. Without thinking anything of it, Adie casts her eyes down the length of the table, quickly catching sight of several faces that she's been aching to reunite with since their separation at the end of the last school year.

Palming several lemon tarts - her favourites - Adie pulls herself from her seat and glides down the length of the table. An empty seat beckons her and she plops herself down in it as a grin spreads across her face. She's just in time to catch the tail end of Emma and Mac's conversation and she lets out a happy laugh, "They're right, I'm surprised you haven't cleared the whole table yet. Though, if you're still hungry Aidan, mum packed me some delicious vegemite sandwiches. I saved them just for you." Adie plasters an innocent smile on her face, knowing full well that Aidan doesn't think there is anything 'delicious' about vegemite. Turning slightly, Adie lets her gaze travel happily around her fellow Phoenicis team mates, "How were your holidays?" Seemingly unable to wait until after dinner, Adie leans in and adds with clear excitement in her voice, "I learnt a new quidditch move in the holidays that I can't wait to show you. We are going to wipe the floor with the other teams this year."

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JACOBI
"I am lost."
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"I am vain."
The boat ride towards the institute was just as soothing, as he remembered. Jacobi closed his eyes and leaned back against a rail where he was sitting, reminiscing about when he was a first year taking this same boat ride. Honestly, he was terrified but then just imagined as if it was the waters off of the Hawaiian coast then that made the ride smooth sailing from then on. He opened his eyes with a slight smile dancing across his facial features as he looked and saw a girl staring at him. He offered her a small wave, which she returned with a soft chuckle towards her friends and now they were probably talking about him, along with his cuteness and whatever else.

With the shake of his head, Jacobi diverted his attention elsewhere and that was when his ears twitched at the Taniwha's shriek. He turned around and leaned forward against the railing now, clasping his hands against it, as well. Jacobi smiled at the creature below then turned as most of the first years seemed slightly afraid due to the other years torment towards them. Again, he shook his head and sat back down, seeing the institute up ahead and honestly gleamed with excitement. He was more than excited to be returning to the great halls of Orion but was sort of saddened at the same time, considering it was his last year at the institute. A sigh escaped over his parted lips at the thought as they made their way inside of the institute.

Jacobi entered the Great Hall and eyed every single table until he found the one that was meant for his house. Upon approaching the table, he saw the first years were escorted in. He looked upon the posse of girls from the boat and gave them a thumbs up. But they all went to a different house, other than his own. Of course, he was not sad since their house seemed to have gotten some good recruits this year. When the Headmistress stands, everything went silent immediately and Jacobi even had to shush some little first years, who were talking. His eyes bared upon her now as her speech wasn't really long this year, which he was thankful for.

Just as she mentioned that they can begin their feast, he raised a brow towards Aidan, who obviously wasted no time to fill his belly. Jacobi simply rolled his eyes at him then reached and grabbed a few items to fill his plate. He welcomed the recent recruited first years to the House of Phoenicis and they all thanked him with smiles and laughs. Though one of them engaged in a full fledged spill about her family, which Jacobi really had no intention of listening to. He nodded his head as if he was giving the first year his full attention then commented afterwards. "Oh, that's nice." That was it. The first year shrugged his shoulders and shut his mouth talking.

Jacobi heard everyone's words about Aidan's eating habits and could do nothing but laugh. "Aidan, are you trying to get stronger this year for Quidditch? If so, I think you may be taking the wrong approach." Jacobi commented then looked at Adeline as she asked about everyone's holidays. "Well, mine were quite enjoyable as always. Nothing like going back home to the beautiful beaches and catching some narly waves." Jacobi responded with a bad surfer impression then lowered his head, a bit embarrassed at the display that had just transpired. He remained quiet and hoped that someone would hurry up and speak as he sat there, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. When Adeline spoke about showing them some Quidditch moves she learned over the holidays, he wanted to comment but then thinks that had spoke enough for the time being.

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        XXXTight ringlets frame Emma's soft cheeks, bouncing as she speaks. She is a continuous stream of movement. Her feet tap in time with her speech and she gestures wildly with her arms, nearly flinging the back of her palm into an unsuspecting Third Year's eye.
        XXXWatching her calls Aidan's attention to where his own knee bounces beneath the table. An inability to stay still seems to be a Phoenicis trait, as many posses it. Energy blitzes from one end of the Phoenicis table to the other, exuding an eagerness to act.
        XXXThe noise is jarring after months of bitter silence. The Zellers rarely speak to one another, unless it is to impart knowledge of a hazardous new spell in progress or the shift in political power in the Ministry of Magic. Even that is rare, for loyalty and generosity are not traits perpetuated by the Wizards and Witches of the Dark Arts. Everyone is guarded and disingenuous, reluctant to share the minor details that could give them the upper hand should the need arise, as it often does.
        XXXTheodor Zeller had long accepted his firstborn's deficiency, but that has not stopped him from imparting his dark knowledge on him in the hopes that the power it offered might goad Aidan into veering onto a different path. With only one other child, it seems to Theodor that the only way to continue his lineage is through his muggle-sympathising son or his half-blood daughter.
        XXXNeither are ideal, but a daughter whose blood would mar the ancient House of Zeller's 'purity' is even more so. Aidan's return to The Onyx Manor during the Summer holidays has only become more insufferable following his mother's death four years prior.
        XXX"The rest of you might want to scoot back a bit though," Mac's voice brushes away the dark clouds coalescing in his head. "Getting between him and those raspberry cakes can be dicey."
        XXX"Don't be ridiculous," Aidan responds, turning away from the empty chair to pin Mac with eyes like shattered glass. Lines of silver radiate from dark pupils, bleeding across pale blue irises. “I'm only a danger to newborns. Less chewy."
        XXXA familiar figure plops into the vacant seat in his periphery. Aidan shifts his gaze from Mac to Adeline. The slow grin that spreads across his face reveals the dimple in his right cheek. Adie appears exactly as she had when he'd held her, grazing the top of her head with his lips before wishing her a good holiday months ago. It's as if she took a step over the cliff that separated his thoughts from reality and landed right in front of him.
        XXXHe'd told her to tell her family he'd said hi. He knows, listening to the strange tales of her muggle family, that his family is wrong. Muggle parents do not keep their children in broom closets under the stairs or feed them experimental muggle drugs that give them supernatural powers akin but inferior to Pure-blood magic. He has heard so much about Adie's family, sometimes it's as if he knows them himself. He supposes a boy can wish.
        XXX"They're right, I'm surprised you haven't cleared the whole table yet. Though, if you're still hungry Aidan, mum packed me some delicious vegemite sandwiches. I saved them just for you," Adie says.
        XXXAidan blinks slowly, seeming to be stunned for a few long moments. After months of silence - because his family did not condone the use of "unnatural mud-blood contraptions" like Facebook, Skype or God forbid, air conditioning - this is what she has to say to him? Vegemite sandwiches?
        XXX"Hey, thanks, man. That's what I meant when I asked for a souvenir. Vegemite sandwiches. My fav." He'd taken to using muggle slang last semester for comedic purposes. Aidan nods sagely and picks up a fork. "You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." His eyes roll into the back of his eyes. Aidan shakes his head and begins furiously shovelling some raspberry tart into his mouth. He swallows. Shakes his head again. "Hey, Aidan. Long time no see, Aidan. I have been lost without your mesmerising touch to enchant me awake, Aidan," he mumbles under his breath.
        XXXAdie asks how everyone's holidays were and Aidan listens, smiling and adding a few wry comments and prodding questions of his own. He doesn't mention how his holidays were, although holiday might be too generous of a word to describe life in the Onyx Manor. Instead he shoves it into the recesses of his mind. Better to pretend it never happened, along with every other time he returned 'home.'
        XXXHis ears perk and his face brightens at the mention of Quidditch and winning. Two of his favourite things. Soon another voice chips in to comment on his eating habits. Frankly, Aidan doesn't see the point in merely talking about food. Now if they actually had food.
        XXX"Aidan, are you trying to get stronger this year for Quidditch? If so, I think you may be taking the wrong approach," Jacobi says. Aidan raises his head and quirks a brow.
        XXX"Lecturing me on Quidditch strategy, Cobi?" Aidan muses. "That reminds me!"
        Aidan turns to the members of the Phoenicis Quidditch team around him, eyes gleaming with genuine delight. His dimple deepens.
        XXX"6am Quidditch training tomorrow! I spent my holidays dreaming of the many gruelling drills to add to our training regime. The Bodysaw, Prisoner Get Up, Gut Buster. Draconis will never see it coming." Aidan slams a fist onto the table, rattling plates of food and sending a few pieces of cutlery sprawling to the floor. "Man, we're going to have such a great time.
        XXX"Wait," he says after a pause, furrowing his brows. "Where's Godric?" They usually come to the welcome back dinner together as they always end up in the same boat. Normally, they would come from the same direction - England - but he'd taken the portkey in Germany this time.

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“Now that just sounds like it’d give you indigestion.” Mac replied playfully, leaving it purposely ambiguous whether she meant the newborns or the Vegemite, both sounding equally repulsive. As talk turned to summer vacation, Mac remained fairly subdued, preferring to listen to her friends’ stories of home and family over the holiday. Mac had always been a little jealous of Adie and Emma in that respect, their parents just seemed so…accepting of it all. It was hard for Mac to fathom really, her own mother tepidly tolerant at best, and her father well…that was just a subject she avoided entirely. Mac’s summers were always filled with awkward silence and grating isolation, not really a topic that made for friendly conversation. “Long.” Mac replied simply when her turn came around, smiling brightly as she eagerly passed the baton.

As the conversation thankfully turned to Quidditch, Aidan’s sadistic side reared its ugly head, and Mac couldn’t quite stop herself from provoking it. “Hmmm sounds like we might actually break a sweat there cap. So will the shirt be remaining on, or off for our viewing pleasure?” Mac commented with an abundance of cheek. When it came to practice, Mac was possibly a bit of a masochist in that respect. Whether she really just liked pushing Aidan’s buttons, or being the sole focus of his attention was anyone’s guess. Mac decided a long time ago not to analyze it too closely.

Mac had just finished her second lemon tart when she caught sight of the origami swan flying her way. Elegant, precise, and just a touch impersonal, it had the hallmarks of Professor Jones written all over it. Despite transfiguration being by far her best academic subject, Mac had always enjoyed a bit of a tense relationship with the head of Draconis. Professor Jones had always tried to push her to be ambitious in ways that had just never appealed to the apathetic student that Mac was, and Jones had never seemed to much appreciate wasted talent, particularly in her own subject. When Mac landed in detention, three out of four times it was Jones sending her there, which didn’t bode well for her evening. As the swan prepared to land by her hand, it was intercepted midair by a patrolling professor Maddox, who seemed to have no qualms opening it right up and reading the message.

“Congratulations James, you’re going for the record I see.” He commented dryly. “You’ve been back all of what, an hour, and you’ve already got a week’s detention? Something to do with a traumatized first year and a pig nose..?” Professor Maddox inquired, sounding more like he was fishing for details than seriously reprimanding her.

Mac had been expecting the detention at some point, but she hadn’t quite expected it so soon. The little snot didn’t even have her name to give yet, so who was the rat? As she tried to work out the culprit in her mind, she remembered one particular face she’d seen in the crowd looking particularly smug as they got off the boat.

“That little snitch…” Mac muttered under her breath. Head spinning toward the Draconic table, she pinned Adrian with an accusatory stare, though it lacked any real heat. It was more a promise to return the favor at her earliest convenience, and she was actually kind of excited by the challenge. Their friendship was odd that way, but Mac was going to be seriously mad at him if he didn’t do something to land his perfect little butt in detention with her. Detentions alone sucked, their relationship was proof enough of the power of boredom and it's ability to make friends of the most unlikely of people. Adrian was also surprisingly good company once you got past his front, an opinion that was not particularly popular at this table. Because of that, Mac tended not to flaunt her friendship with Adrian too loudly in their company, but she wasn't about to apologize for it either.

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Emma laughed at the various comments made about Aidan's eating habits, before rolling her eyes in mock exasperation at the promise of a 6AM training session. "He'll need to take his shirt off to wake us up at that early hour," she commented, reaching out for another chocolate tart. "Honestly, I'm glad to be back. Living in an entirely muggle area with only muggle relatives can be hell at times. But don't worry, Aidan dear, I did get some practice in, I'm not entirely rusty."

She raised her eyebrows at the folded paper swan soaring towards them, clearly intended for Mac. Professor Maddox appeared to intercept it, however, and Emma rolled her eyes, grinning at her friend. "The feast isn't even over yet, and you've landed yourself a detention. Nice one, Mac. A pig's nose? Should we give him a tail to match for snitching or...?" She trailed off as she followed McKenna's line of sight, spotting Adrian on the Draconis table, looking smug. She raised her eyebrows, but decided against saying anything. Two rather unlikely friends, she always thought, but she wasn't going to judge.

"One can't help but wonder who's going to replace our darling captain next year. They're going to have a lot to live up to," Emma remarked after swallowing a mouthful of chocolate. "That is, if Aidan doesn't take up a teaching position purely so he can continue yelling at us," she said, winking at Aidan. She had her money on it being one of the current 6th years, many of whom had been on the team since second or third year. If it was someone younger, she would be pissed. She wasn't going to lie about that.

It already felt like she'd never left. Winding each other up about various things, Mac already in trouble, Aidan dragging them out to the Quidditch pitch for a pre-breakfast training session, which usually resulted in the Phoenicis Quidditch team clearing half of the table by themselves, because Aidan had pushed them so hard that they were all starving. And, of course, one or two naps during class. Now that she no longer had History of Magic, though, it would be harder to sneak a nap.

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Godric would have been one to appreciate peace and quiet for a change on his arrival to Orion, something he doesn't normally get. Somehow, ever since his first year at the wizarding institute, there is always something that seems to go wrong during his first day, especially when he's in Aidan's company.

As the boat departs and Godric notices Aidan is nowhere to be seen, he starts to get the false idea he'd get a calm ride without too many distractions. Perhaps he could enjoy reading one of his books, even if it was for a brief moment. Unlike every other year they rode together, in which the duo engaged in endless chatter much of which involved Quidditch strategies and new tactics to finally defeat Alfie, it seemed as if this year would be different. Admittedly, he wasn’t one to complain as he enjoys Aidan's company, at least that is when he isn't trying to torture him with his vastly cheesy romantic flicks. Truth be told, the thought alone made the wizard shiver, wondering what new and old movies Aidan had brought with him this year.

Much to Godric’s dismay, his ears resonate with noises coming from every direction; from students inside the boat, to those on the ones nearby. Even the Taniwha made sure to shriek loudly for everyone to hear, especially the first years, before splashing the water with its voluptuous body. The reactions were ever the same and Godric can't possibly be any more indifferent. Not wanting to engage in any kind of interaction with anyone he doesn't know, he pulls out one of the many books he had brought in his enchanted satchel before he pretends to read it profusely. A lie of course, as it was impossible for him to read given the loudness. Still, he hopes others can take a hint and leave him be.

In his rehearsed tactic to ignore others, Godric begins noticing a particular group that was being louder than the rest. Their giggles and failed attempts to discreetly ogle at the older wizard were almost bothersome. One mere glance away from his book and into the giggling source, and Godric was able to find none other than three younger girls whispering into each other, unknowing that Godric has an almost superhuman hearing as they coyly stare into his direction.

"Isn't that Phoenicis keeper?" Asked one the girl on the left to which her neighbor responds with a nod.

"He's no Aidan Zeller but he sure is cute."

Godric raises an eyebrow behind his book, almost offended by the remark. The one in the middle, unlike her friends was not shy in the slightest as she boldly winks at Godric in hopes to receive his attention hoping he is staring despite seemingly having his face buried in his large book. Without a doubt, had it been someone else, particularly his Draconis friend Lito, they would have surely appreciated the flattering gesture unlike Godric who can't help but to shake his head at the unwanted attention.

He momentarily shakes his head again, remembering what had happened at the beginning of his forth year after he had lost a bet to Aidan. The punishment was clear, to try to be friendlier and to attempt to smile more. As a venture to do just that, Godric smiled to Linda Clearwater, a younger girl from the third year unknowing it would be the beginning of her unrequited obsession. The girl was mad indeed, going to extremes as to following Godric everywhere he went, the library, his secret hideouts, including Quidditch practices. Of course, Aidan wasted no time in mocking him for it and Godric wasted none to remind him he was the only one to blame. In a final effort to gain the boys favor, the girl secretly gifted Godric chocolates with Amortentia to which he instead passed on to Aidan as a form of retribution. Only after a week of much amusement did Godric tricked his love sick friend into drinking the counter potion.
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Godric had arrived late to the great hall. He had waited until the very last minute as he had lost track of time after a thoroughly conversation with The Wayward Seafarer. Truthfully, the young wizard always seemed to enjoy his conversations with the ghostly beauty. Once he did, all of the first years had been seated and everyone was already seated, eating from the feast before them. Just as he was about to slid into a seat not too far from Aidan, he listens to Aidan's announcement over their first Quidditch practice, McKenna's witty remark and Aidan's inquiry on his whereabouts.

"Quidditch practice tomorrow at six." He repeated letting him know he had heard him. "Bee's knees, mate." Godric says with a grin as he takes a seat. He takes his time to stare at everyone at the table, and pauses for a split second when he sees Adie. He's waiting for her to complain at what she he knows she thinks it is an ungodly hour to be awake. Instead, Emma is the first to speak to which Godric listens to quietly without making a remark. Indeed, he too wondered who would be the one to replace Aidan after they graduated. In the meantime, Godric grabs a bite out of the roasted chicken standing before him.

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Adeline Butler is many things; talented caster of charms, loyal friend, sexorable trouble maker, and flyer extraordinaire, yet one thing she is not, is a morning person. Rising before breakfast is a rarity, her family are always shocked and surprised when their youngest daughter ventures from the dark cave of her room before the sun has reached its pinnacle. Teasing cries of ‘Where is the real Adie?’ and ‘What have you done with my daughter?’ are not uncommon in the Butler household when such an incident occurs. At school, forced out of bed by the necessity to attend class, Adie will often be found wordlessly munching on a piece of toast at breakfast, grumbling under her breath and squinting at the early morning sunrise. The first few weeks back at Orion are always the hardest, for she is still largely on her holiday timetable, which always aims to make the most of morning lie-ins. Adie had hoped to ease herself back into the morning schedule of waking up just before breakfast so as to ensure the longest time in bed, yet it seems that Aidan Zeller has other ideas.

Aidan opens his mouth and verbally demonstrates his complete ignorance surrounding the beauty of sleep-ins, informing those gathered around him – which luckily seems to comprise of the entire Phoenicis Quidditch team minus one beater – that a six a.m. start is on the cards for tomorrow. Adie wishes she could claim to have misheard her friend, yet there is no avoiding the jarring syllables that tauntingly dance across the table.

Eyes round with shock Adie casts an incredulous gaze towards Aidan, half expecting to see devil horns growing from his light brown locks. Worse yet, there is no telling smirk or raised brow that might suggest a joke. Adie has the sickening feeling that Aidan is serious. Certainly, she knows that Aidan is susceptible to this kind of madness, having spent the previous year forced to drag herself out of bed for similar morning practices. But on the first day back? This has to be a new record for the assertive quidditch captain, one that Adie would have been happy to leave untouched.

Perhaps, in hindsight, she shouldn’t have joked about the vegemite sandwiches. She knew that Aidan’s mood was always soured by a trip home, and greeting him with a teasing comment may have only further dissatisfied him. Adie had certainly heard Aidan’s rumblings of discontent, but had been happy in the knowledge that she would be able to gift him his real souvenir - a soppy muggle movie to add to his ever growing collection – after they had left the Great Hall. Now, however, Adie doesn’t quite feel like rewarding her friend with such a treat.

Instead her gaze takes on an even more disbelieving slant as her team-mates fail to make any sign of protest. Casual remarks about a bare-chested Aidan, next year's captaincy, and bees' knees are not what she wants to hear. It would seem that Adie is the only sane member of their team, or at least the only one who thinks that waking up before the sun is insane. While Aidan shirtless is definitely a sight for sore eyes, it will do little to keep her own eyes from falling prey to the effects of gravity. If Adie falls asleep on her broom and falls to her death, there can be no doubt that she will haunt Aidan for the rest of his days.

Adie's gaze momentarily flickers to Godric as he takes a seat with the group. A smile, more polite than friendly, is sent his way before she purposefully diverts her gaze back to Aidan. Just as Godric knows of Adie's distaste for early mornings, Adie is well aware that Godric has no problems with them. Had she been skilled at Legilimency, Adie might have heard his mental process as he waits for Adie to voice her own opinion on Aidan's ungodly proposal. As it is, shock has kept her quiet while the others let their voices be heard, yet the verbal block is only temporary, and as she snaps out of her stunned haze her words quickly follow.

“Six a.m... Six a.m.!” Adie finally blurts out, her gaze locking on the face of her tormentor as she repeats the god forsaken hour, “Are you trying to kill us?” - Death is doubtful, after all then Aidan would be down six players - “It’s still dark out that early, and it’s only the first day back, Aidan!” Adie continues her protest. She knows that nothing will change Aidan’s mind, yet that has never stopped her complaining about the ridiculously early hour before, “What about trials? What about-…” Here Adie pauses, attempting to find another excuse to throw at Aidan’s feet, yet really the only protest that comes to mind is the one that is least likely to earn Aidan’s sympathy, “…What about sleep?!”

Adie silently wonders if it was too early to call the first Nap Club meeting. Perhaps she could find Leo and claim that he needed her on urgent Leo business. Or – as her eyes follow the conversation surrounding Mac’s startlingly quick detention – Adie spectulates whether she could earn a detention that somehow prevents her from attending pre-breakfast practices only. With a mental shake of her head, Adie discards the ideas before she can give them proper consideration. She knows that no excuse will see her out of this practice. A sigh of resignation escapes her lips and she rests her chin on the heel of her palm as she gazes up at her friends, “Send a letter to my family saying I love them." She announces half-jokingly. In truth, once the fresh breeze has woken her up and Adie is gliding through the morning air with her team-mates, she knows that she’ll enjoy it. After all, she lives for the hours when she can fly through the air. The only problem is the time it takes to pull herself out of bed and get to the quidditch pitch. That is when extreme caution is advised for anyone wishing to speak with the girl.

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There is a distinct air of serenity that accompanies any sort of journeys, whether they be over the gentle rolling of waves, the soft bumps of gravel, or even through the rocky turbulence of wind. It is for this reason that Kirsten enjoys any voyages immensely. The long boat ride to Orion, in particular, never fails to be exquisite and very rarely fails to be interesting. Never mind that the chattering of students, both new and old, creates a loudness paralleled only by the annual feast they are on their way to now; Kirsten prefers noise anyways, and the overlapping conversations causes them all to blend into one, creating a background of soothing white noise.

She looks up from the puzzle book she is working on, the "extreme difficulty" edition of a kukuro book her father gifted her over the holidays, to gaze out over the sparkling blue waters that seem to only get more beautiful every time she has the privilege of seeing them. Orion lies in the distance, its high towers peaking out over lush forest near it. It is a sight to see, and, somehow, it never loses its magic, not for Kirsten. Content with the visuals surrounding her, she turns her attention back to the book and pen in hands, ready to tackle the next puzzle. She has already made her way through half the book on the trip to the school, and she is determined to finish it in its entirety before the end of this day.

Her typically unshakable focus, however, is diverting, when a girl's long hair hits her in the face. She quickly apologizes, though less out of genuine remorse, and more out of habit as she eagerly turns back to the water, along with a whole group of first-years that flocked to the railings when Kirsten wasn't paying attention. "It's a dragon," one kid breathes out, the sheer immensity of Moe gliding through the ocean leaving him breathless. Kirsten can hear the reverence in his voice, and she briefly debates telling him the truth. But it only takes a second for her to decide that, yes, he should know, because it never pays to be the fool. She opens her mouth to speak, but is cut off by a high-pitched voice, the same girl that gave Kirsten a mouthful of her hair. "Actually, it's Taniwha. His name is Moe." There is clear pride in her voice, the words tumbling out of her mouth quickly, as though she was simply waiting for the moment to share that fact. She spins around to face Kirsten-- nearly hitting her once more--, the only older student nearby, with a haughty smile and a gleam in her eyes. "Impressive, right? I did my research before coming here."

There is a pause as Kirsten scans the girl's face before responding flatly. "Not really," she says, and the girl's face twists into an offended expression. "Research should always be conducted before jumping into a situation, and while, for some reason, it fails to be standard, I can't see why you expect applause for doing slightly more than the bare minimum." The girl looks hurt now, nearly on the verge of tears, and Kirsten's brow furrows. Damn. She wishes Rue were here. She'd translate what Kirsten meant into people-friendly sentences. But Rue is not here, and Kirsten lacks the tact to fix what she's said, so instead she continues, hoping the girl will catch on to what she meant to say. "Gain knowledge for knowledge's sake. Don't look to others to validate your pride." She waits for the girl to lift her head or eyes from where she has cast her gaze downward and onto an invisible mark on the floor of the boat. She does after a moment's hesitation, and Kirsten is pleased to see her chin has ceased its quivering and her lower lip is no longer caught between her teeth. It takes another several moments for her to speak, but when she does, it is with strength. "You're right." Kirsten smiles. She understood after all. "I'm Anna, by the way. You're in Centaurus, right? I hope I get sorted into there too. Maybe I'll see you around!" With that, she flounces off to the other side of the boat to rejoin her newly made friends. Kirsten too is eager to see if she will be seeing much more of Anna.

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She is eventually sorted into Pheonicis. Kirsten almost misses Daisy's proclamation, as Anna's last name begins with an M, and by that time, Kirsten is already concentrating intently on the puzzle book she holds beneath the table, but she looks up just in time to catch the last syllable, cis, and the loud cheers that erupt from the Pheonicis table. She watches Anna's descent and movement towards the table, her small body practically vibrating with excitement. It is a shame to see her go, but she knows the impressionable first-year will be well taken care of in that house. She makes a mental note even to tell Godric or Aidan to keep an eye on her.

The rest of the sorting ceremony passes quickly, though she'd be lying if she said she had paid any attention to the rest of it after Anna. On the bright side, she is now three-quarters of the way through the book, and her goal is looking more and more like a real possibility. The feast commences, and Kirsten decides that the puzzles can wait; her friends are more valued currently, and she'd very much like to catch up with them. She leans forward to glance down the length of the table, looking for Rue in particular. She spots her some ways down, and gets up to take a seat next to her. As she walks, her eyes scan the entirety of the room, picking out familiar faces in the crowds. She sees Galina's bright red hair at the Draconis table, as well as Devan at the Pegasi table a small distance away. At the Pheonicis table, Aidan is easy to spot, as he tears into various foods in front of terrified young onlookers. Anna is there too, though she doesn't see Godric. She briefly searches for him a little harder before forgetting about it. She has seen him recently enough anyways. Fortune is in her favor, and she arrives just as the student who had been next to Rue has his attention drawn to another section of the table and gets up to move. She sits just as a voice across the table inquires after Rue's summer the very question Kirsten was about to ask herself. "Pardonnez l'interruption. Bien que je suppose," she says quietly to Rue, then continues louder, in order for Alec to hear as well, "if you don't mind me listening in, I would love to hear what you've done with your time."

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        XXX“Hmmm sounds like we might actually break a sweat there cap," Mac says. Aidan beams. Break a sweat? They'll be lucky if they can still crawl after what he has planned for them. "So will the shirt be remaining on, or off for our viewing pleasure?”
        "He'll need to take his shirt off to wake us up at that early hour," Emma responds immediately.
        XXXThe grin falls from Aidan's face as he gapes at the two Phoenicis girls, sputtering an incoherent stream of protests as a flush rises to his neck. He coughs into his fist and clears his throat. They're just kidding, he tells himself. Stop acting like an idiot, asshole. He exhales and shakes the crazy thoughts from his head. Nobody cares to look at him when he's shirtless. Why would they? Ridiculous. He's surprised Emma and Mac even notices when he's shirtless. Was he shirtless? He certainly doesn't remember taking off his shirt.
        XXXDoes he? Damn, what if he does? He did! But only a few times. It can be quite warm on the Quidditch pitch. Is it an affront to their young eyes? Should he suggest counselling? Shit, they were looking at him. Quick, quick! Say something!
        XXX"Been checking me out, have you?" Oh, my God, of all the things you could say. Shut up, just shut up. "I feel like man candy."
        XXXThe arrival of Godric saves him from further embarrassment. Never has Aidan been happier too see his friend. He considers leaping to his feet and sweeping Godric off of his in a bone-crunching man hug, but decides against it. He was full from all the food, and looking too closely at Godric gave him indigestion. He grins, slapping Godric hard on his back as he takes a bite out of a piece of roasted chicken. Man, he loves the guy.
        XXXThe arrival of Professor Maddox and his comments sends a jolt of alarm through Aidan. Again? He gives Mac a stern look, but he cannot help the small smile that tugs at the corner of his lips. Mac is impulsive but she is also virtuous. Whatever the first year did to deserve a pig's nose, it was probably rightfully granted. Still, he schools his face into one of stern reprimand.
        XXX“Six a.m... Six a.m.!” the shriek of Adie's voice shifts Aidan's attention. “Are you trying to kill us?” she accuses him. He fights the urge to roll his eyes into the back of his head. First the vegemite. Now this. She thinks I'm a serial killer. She continues her frantic protests, offering trials, sleep and last messages to her family in the hopes that it might change his mind. He doesn't know why he tries every year, because he is quite certain he's confessed to Adie at some point that his skull is actually made of titanium.
        XXX"Trials?" he muses, tapping his chin cleft with a finger as he pretends to ponder on the question. "Oh, trials are at 3. A.M." Was it a joke? Maybe, maybe not. He likes to start them off young and early so they knew there is no hope. Let them ponder on that.
        XXX"As for sleep," he continues matter-of-factly. "Just sleep before 8pm, pet." He smiles and reaches over, tucking a loose strand of Adie's hair behind her ear. He pauses, and ruffles her whole head until it resembles a nest on her head. He leans back onto his chair.
        XXX"I'll send Pearl a letter. I'm sure she'll toss it into the pile along with all the other ones beginning with 'Aidan is a monster! He wants us to wake up in the morning! The time when most people should be awake anyway! He's a sadist!'" he says in a poor imitation of her voice. He manages to successfully replicate the voice of Professor Gordeep Patel.

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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 – 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 – or unlucky – 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 houses’ 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 teachers’ podium and bracketed by two large carvings – 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 houses’ 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. It’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 day’s breakfast is when timetables are handed out by each house’s head. Most of the heads are able to recognise their house members, and for those who don’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 student’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. Centaurus’ head, Professor Favreau, looks as if he’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 – 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 Draconis’ 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 ’See me after breakfast to sort out this issue.’.

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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Almost every other year, the first breakfast at Orion was a sleepy affair for Emma. Late nights and late mornings during the summer completely ruined her sleeping pattern. But not the first morning of her sixth year. Having been up since half five and on a broom since six, she was completely wide awake and starving. Aidan had definitely lived up to his promise of working them hard- and even with him bellowing at them like a drunken troll, it felt good to be back on a broom.

"You're unusually lively this morning, Miss Quinn. Did somebody spike your pumpkin juice?" Professor Maddox asked, handing her her timetable. "Not at all, sir, I'm just happy to be back," she replied. "Mmm, I'm sure. Your grade in Defence Against The Dark Arts was more than satisfactory, and I look forward to seeing you in my class," he said, before moving onto the next person. She turned back into the table, starting to examine her timetable. She'd got into all the classes she'd wanted, which was nice, although she was sure that some of them had been by the skin of her teeth.

She started piling food onto her plate, determined to get as much possible before Aidan cleared the entire table. With the amount of yelling he'd been doing, he had to be even hungrier than usual. She knew she was hungrier and she'd just been listening to him. She didn't waste time with conversation, simply shoving food into her mouth as she examined her timetable. Her timetable worked out in such a way that she had either DADA or Transfiguration every morning. Which was fine, she'd take that. Only having two free periods a week was a bit of a problem, but, again, she'd deal with it. She'd have to try and talk Aidan into scheduling practice for those days.

"Oh my god, Mac, what classes have you got and when?" She asked, sliding a bit closer to the other girl, also dragging her plate and timetable with her. Her hair was still tied back from training and it felt a little strange. But bearing in mind her proximity to the other girl, she would leave it up. Especially because she had a feeling it was going to be bushier than usual after the training. Mac would be in danger of being engulfed by a mass of fluffy, curly blonde hair.

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The Centaurus dormitory was empty for all but one. Will was still sitting cross-legged on his bed, having only got about an hour of sleep. There were notes scrawled up and down his hands and arms from where he'd been unable to find anything else to write on. His hair was standing in rather an impressive array of directions from where he'd ran his hands through it. Textbooks were already slung across his bed, notes scrawled into the margins. It was only when he briefly looked up for whatever reason that he realised that everybody else was gone. It was breakfast and he was still in his pyjamas, still trying to work things out. He swore to himself and pulled on his uniform, grabbing one of his textbooks and a pen, before running downstairs.

He had to be one of the last, if not the last, getting to breakfast. He headed straight for the Centaurus table, sitting down in his usual spot and returning to writing. He had to get as much done as possible down before class. Food was unimportant right now. He opened the book to the back cover and started scrawling, get as much of the information in his brain down as possible. After a while, he was happy that he had the important stuff. There was a timetable beside him that he briefly glanced at before scooping up his belongings and heading to the Pegasi table. He sat down beside Devan and opened up the back of the book.

"I did some reading over the summer and I also did some thinking last night. Apparently the positioning of the core in the wand has an effect on the wand itself. A unicorn hair in a yew wand needs to be positioned differently to a dragon heartstring in an ebony wand. I did some sketches and here," He shoved the book and hastily sketched diagrams towards the other boy. He was somewhat aware of the strange looks he was getting from the other Pegasi students, but he honestly had bigger and better things on his mind. He reached out and grabbed a slice of toast, taking a bite out of it. The weariness was starting to set in, just in time for whatever class he had that morning. He'd probably take a nap during it. After all, he couldn't be giving the teachers the wrong impression- he was going to sleep through their classes, exactly like he had every other year. NEWTs or no NEWTs. He'd done more than good in his OWLs and he'd slept through even more classes then- mostly because he didn't have any free classes.

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**Monday Midnight: Astronomy

If Mac was limping a bit as she made her way toward the Great Hall, she did a good job of not showing it, determined to rob Aiden of any such satisfaction. Mac wasn’t out of shape per say, (though it was difficult to ever be prepared for the first practice back with their demented dictator of a captain) but she did have a habit of making more work for herself, which had taken its toll this morning. As a captain, Aiden liked to yell, and as a rule, Mac had never taken well to being bossed around. So she poked, and she prodded, and teased him relentlessly with back talk and sass, which in return tended to result in extra laps and some admittedly creative punishments. Too competitive to back down, Mac would take it with a smile, throwing more comments out along the way and starting the cycle over again. Some days, Mac had to wonder if she was a masochist, but introspection was something she’d never engaged in too deeply. Regardless, the feeling of being on a broom again outweighed everything else, and the thought that she’d never have to be parted from her broom again was one that had her grinning like a maniac all through practice.

Once at the table, Mac sat in her usual seat by Adie and Emma, indulging in a tired groan once assured Aiden wasn’t around yet. The spread looked delicious, and even aching muscles couldn’t keep her from indulging in blueberry pancakes, which she promptly smothered in cream cheese and honey before folding them taco style and digging in. If a few bewildered first years gave her odd looks for her unorthodox methods, Mac happily ignored them. The scrambled eggs were her next target as professor Maddox began coming around with their schedules, and Mac attempted to avoid eye contact while she finished her food, hoping to delay the inevitable. Their head of house was delayed slightly by Quidditch talk with Adie, and Mac’s ears couldn’t help but perk slightly at the news of a bet that involved Hawaiian print robes and the ever prim and proper Professor Jones. Now that, was definitely something Mac was dying to see.

When Professor Maddox finally approached Mac with her schedule, there was a look of undeniable mirth on his face that was a clear red flag. As she took the paper suspiciously and looked it over, Mac knew why. “Ahhhh screw me sideways…” Mac groaned in dismay. How had she managed to do this to herself, a fully packed schedule, no study periods, two advanced courses, AND astronomy?! “Stupid frickin’ O.W.Ls…”

No one had been more surprised than Mac over her O.W.L scores. A normally apathetic student, Mac had a pretty abysmal record when it came to homework assignments, but she was brilliant on tests. It came down mostly to her keen memory, Mac suspected, which was why Transfiguration and Potions had always been her best classes academically. Getting O’s in those subjects hadn’t surprised her necessarily for that reason, but the E’s in Charms, History of Magic, and Defense Against the Dark Arts had been a bit of a shock. She’s even managed to barely scrape by with passing marks to move on in Astronomy (Which was most likely thanks in large part to cramming with Adie who seemed to be a natural with the subject.) to go along with Herbology, and Care of Magical Creatures. When Mac had selected classes to take for the next year, she’d been hedging her bets, assuming she’d fail out on the written portion of at least two of the subjects which would give her study periods. The electives had been a somewhat similar case, as some classes only admitted students based on their scores in core subjects and teacher recommendations. Mac had put Alchemy down only because some snotty 7th year had bragged about its exclusivity, hinting she wasn’t cut from the right cloth to make it in. The jerk wasn’t entirely wrong in that assumption, as it was a class often made up with students from the Fox club, and Mac was fairly certain she’d never even landed on the man’s radar. Regardless, she had never been the kind of person to let a challenge go unanswered, and signed up for it anyway, her moment of pride sucking up her two free periods.

As Emma asked to see her schedule, Mac held it out reluctantly as she peeked at her friend’s timetable as well, hoping to see some shared classes at the very least. “They’re gonna kill me with homework Emma, this is it for me!” Mac joked dramatically, reaching for another blueberry pancake.

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        XXXSleep lifts from his body like the darkness shies from light. There is no alarm that wakes him, neither are there remnants of forgotten dreams to cloud his vision. Aidan is asleep one moment and awake the next. At precisely 5:05 a.m.
        XXXThe corridors are empty when he leaves his room, the stillness a paradox to the usual raucous energy prevalent in the male Phoenicis dormitory. Paintings shift and murmur when he walks past, some more aggravated than others.
        XXX"Awake at an ungodly hour again, boy?" grumbles a 1770 portrait of the first European to map the coast of Australia. Captain James Cook glares at Aidan with sleepy but nonetheless chastising eyes, mouth set in a frown Aidan has never seen so much as twitch upright. "Might I say you are disrupting the peace of the academy."
        XXX"Shh!" hisses a nearby portrait.
        XXX"Heaven knows why I needed soldiers to tame the Blacks, when I could have just as easily released you upon Terra Australis. They would have fled at the mere sound of your cacophonous stomping." Captain Cook shakes his head in stern disapproval, before returning to his pose and solidifying into examination.
        XXXStepping into the Quidditch Pitch is like returning home. The wood of his broomstick is smooth in his hand. There are perks, after all, of belonging to a wealthy household. He can afford the best brooms, as evidenced by the Sunslayer Supreme in his grip.
        XXXAidan grins as he sets up the Pitch and the nearby track for training, preparing for a morning of brutal, devastating pain. For them anyway. Aidan would enjoy himself a little too much.

        XXXHe reminisces about the events of early morning. Godric had helped him set up, as usual, being the only other person on their time who seemed to be awake at his hour. He'd flown during the holidays, blessed by the cloaking spells surrounding the Onyx manor and its isolation for normal civilisations. However, it was something else to race members on his team. He'd pushed them hard, "encouraging" them to be faster, stronger, smarter.
        XXXMac had been her usual self. Snarky and rebellious. It got on his nerves, but he'd missed their banter. Even arguments can be endearing if one has been apart long enough.
        XXXAdie had whined at the start but found her momentum by the end of their training session. During one of his many lectures, he'd reminded her, perhaps more than a few times, that it was often much harder to begin a task than to finish it. He wasn't sure if she'd heard him or if she ever paid enough attention to do so. Either way, he was happy to continue his torrent of "brotherly advice," if just to aggravate her. Something must get in.
        XXXOr perhaps not.
        XXXThe dining hall is full when Aidan arrives after his shower. Lucas is nowhere to seen - mostly likely in a practice room - but he catches Alec's eye. Aidan beams at him from across the tables. It's likely that he'll see Alec in herbology later today, although why Alec would need basic herbology, he can't quite fathom. He's well on his way to rivalling and likely one day surpassing Professor Li in his talents.
        XXXAidan walks through the maze of Pegasi who flit from place to place like sprites and wraiths in search of Devan. He didn't have the time to say hello yesterday - although he did see the apprentice wand maker briefly over the Summer break - but he doesn't see him now either. Instead he spots Mair, whom he nearly fails to recognise.
        XXX"You got a haircut," he states after clearing his throat to make his presence known. He didn't want to startle her. He smiles. "You look good."
        XXXAidan pats her on the shoulder before moving away, disappointed that Lucas isn't around for him to nudge towards Mair. He still thinks, despite his failure to bring them together time and again, that they would be adorable together. Albeit silent. He supposes the slight issue of neither being particularly good at starting conversations somewhat tricky, but there is no obstacle that cannot be overcome.
        XXXIt takes him quite some time to reach the spread of food on the Phoenicis table. People smile and wave, some stopping him to talk and ask about his holiday, seemingly every few metres. But finally, he stands just beyond Adie's shoulder. The nearest vacant space is three seats away from her. He frowns.
        XXX"Oh hey! Aidan. Man, it's so good to see you," the boy beside Adie exclaims. He stands to clasp Aidan's bicep.
        XXX"Rafael, it's been ages. How've you been? How's your dad coming along?" Aidan asks.
        XXX"Same old, same old," Rafael waves a hand. Pauses. "It's a long story. I'll tell you later." He moves away from his chair. "Sit down! You look famished."
        XXX"Isn't he always?" yells another Phoenicis boy further down the table. Aidan grins. Rafael shoos the people next to him, nudging them down the table so the chair beside Adie is free for Aidan to occupy.
        XXXAidan slides into the chair and bumps Adie's shoulder with his own, grinning all the while.
        XXX"How's the arm?" He might, or might not have made them perform an indecent number of one-handed push-ups. Hey, his arms were fine, but Adie seemed like she'd struggled a bit.
        XXX"Mr Zeller," comes a familiar voice. "Punctual as always," Professor Maddox says drily.
        XXX"Mad Dog!" Aidan turns to grip the Head of Phoenicis in a hug. Magnus is not so keen and holds up a hand to tame Aidan's excitement.
        XXX"Don't come near me unless it's to hand me the House Cup."
        XXX"That hurts, Prof. I thought we were mates," Aidan says with theatrical disappointment. Magnus merely presses his lips together - in an attempt to withhold a smile, Aidan tells himself - and hands Aidan his timetable for the semester.
        XXX"Defence Against the Dark Arts again, Mr Zeller? Would it not be more prudent to enrol in a subject that allows for greater improvement? Don't tell me you're involved just to show off. Or worse, for an easy mark."
        XXXAidan widens his eyes and places a hand on his chest in feigned mortification. "Me? Do a bludge subject? How could you even suggest such a thing after all the years we've spent together? I joined for you, Prof. For your irreplaceable company."
        XXX"Insanity does not become you, Mr Zeller," Magnus says drily.
        XXX"I'm only insane for your sweet, sweet love!"
        XXXA muscle twitches at Magnus' cheek. He shakes his head in a manner that is remarkably similar to Captain Cook and leaves to distribute the rest of the timetables.
        XXX"You think I'm his favourite student?" Aidan turns to Adie with a grin.

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There is nothing quite as delicious as that first bite of food after a hard work out. Pancake and syrup make a wonderful combination and Adie has to mentally stop herself from humming in happiness as the first forkful reaches her mouth. She's thankful for Professor Maddox's quick siphoning of the extra syrup that had fallen in Adie's distraction, for Adie had a particular distaste for soggy pancakes and she hated the idea of wasting all that food because of her silly mistake. She takes her time slicing through breakfast, indulging in the meal as the hall slowly fills with students. The witch nods her greetings to those that take seats around her, smiling over at a Centaurus girl who has just told a particularly witty joke about bubotubers and dragon pox.

Mac’s groan of dismay pulls Adie temporarily from her pancake induced bliss and she turns to find Mac holding her schedule for the year. Adie glances over the girl’s shoulder quickly, huffing a quiet laugh at Mac’s packed timetable. “Hard luck Mac." She offers with a sympathetic smile. Adie’s own list of classes is somewhat more relaxed, with several study periods, or ‘relaxation periods’ as Adie preferred to call them. Her first class Monday was one such period and Adie already knew that Monday mornings would find her in bed until she had to leave for her second period class. Provided that Aidan didn’t do the unthinkable and schedule quidditch practice for first thing Monday morning. Adie would definitely have some choice words to say about that. She can also already hear him encouraging her to use the study period to study, advice that she doesn’t always agree with.

As if summoned by her thoughts the loud greeting from the wizard beside her, a friendly Rafael, lets the girl know that Aidan has arrived for breakfast. With a mouthful of heavenly goodness in her mouth, Adie merely turns slightly in her seat without a word, watching as her friend greets Rafael before taking his seat beside her. The older wizard inquires about her arm, obviously referring to the ordeal he had put the Phoenicis quidditch team through during practice. Swallowing her mouthful of pancake Adie is about to reply when Professor Maddox reappears. Adie watches with growing amusement as Professor Maddox and Aidan trade words, holding back laughter as Magnus fights back a smile of his own at Aidan’s joking rebuttal.

“Oh, for sure. Nothing says ‘favourite student’ like calling you insane.” Adie replies with a grin, nudging Aidan back as she places her fork on her plate. “I think he’s just extra touchy at the moment though. He told me if we don’t win he has to wear Professor Jones’ mother’s robes for a month.” Adie lets out a quiet giggle at the thought. She had never met nor seen Jones’ mother, but if Maddox’s expression had been enough to go on Adie could assume that the older witch did not have a good fashion sense. “I’d almost be tempted to lose just to see him swishing around Orion in old lady robes.” Adie jokes, before adding quickly, “Though there’s no way we’re going to lose. Ever.”

“As for my arm…” Adie starts, putting on a falsely mournful tone and shifting slightly so that she can rest her head on Aidan’s shoulder. “You’re probably going to have to carry my books around all day and write my notes too, I can barely lift it.” The girl slowly rises the arm in question, before letting it flop back onto the table in an overly dramatic fashion. Whether or not this is the arm used for the one-handed push ups is beyond Adie, she’s already pushed that part of the practice to the back of her mind where she stores all the dark things she’d rather forget. Push-ups, as she’d attempted to argue that morning, were unnecessary for a seeker. Seekers were better suited to being small, lithe, and fast. They didn’t need the extra muscles, only the ability to manoeuvre at high speeds. Of course, her protests had once again fallen on deaf ears and she’d gotten into position with a grumble. Her push ups had been slow and painful to watch, and the girl had taken every opportunity to take a rest, often lying down when Aidan’s back was turned only to have to force herself up again when he turned around. Afterwards her arms had felt like jelly, though the effect had thankfully worn off before she’d sat down for breakfast. Which was very handy seeing as eating was not as effective when one’s arms refused to move.

Of course, she didn’t have to let Aidan know that her arm had already shaken off the worst effects of the push ups. She doubted that her deception would hold up to close scrutiny though, and even as she's speaking there's a tell-tale gleam of amusement in her eyes. "Maybe what I need is a really nice, long bubble bath." Adie mutters, as if thinking aloud, before her gaze shifts up to meet Aidan's eyes, “Fancy letting me use the prefects' bathroom?" As a prefect and quidditch captain, Aidan has access to the illustrious prefects' baths, which Adeline has been trying to gain access to since his appointment to prefect. So far she's been out of luck, but she's nothing if not persistent.

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A frustrated sigh escaped his dry throat. A dinner of cream puffs was a bad idea, and his upset stomach agreed with another disruptive turn and a low, foreboding grumble. Definitely the bad—no, the worse idea he ever had. Ahead of the binge eating of Dunlop cheese the previous summer. Why does he make poor food choices anyway? He must appease the starving beast inside before he develops that friendly ulcer again. “Wake up, Zai! Or else I’m leavin’ you for cereal,” he said, his tone uncertain as to whether Isaiah could hear him, or even comprehend what he just said. “Maybe steal your pie, who knows.” He shrugged, with a small smile tracing his thin lips. His buddy seemed like the kind who would not stir from the sound of an alarm, but only when the fire discovers its disaster in the room. The idea worried him, despite the trust he had on the other boy.

He pondered on a ridiculous notion about the people who refused to give an early parting from sleep. A notion that involved the elusive Sandman, and his influence over, perhaps, every creature in the universe, except the occasional insomniacs and daytime leprechauns. The golden sands he sprinkles over the sleeping guises of both men and beasts are difficult to brush away in the bellicose darkness. Not even the advent of sunlight could dispel the allure upon touch, leaving the victims forsaken in dreams and nightmares—if they should remain trapped in his seduction by choice. The whims of the unseen personification of dreams did not exist in Devan’s active bones. The morning hours were important for ambitions! For his ambitions, at least.

According to the olden memoirs, the wand makers of yore, or Old Boys as he would prefer to call them, revered the blue skies with their minds and hands. They forged wands whilst silence commanded during the forgotten hours when people would dare ignore the rising sun. They endured alone, vestal and pristine. The sweat on their brows slighted by timeworn fingertips. Destinies of marriage abandoned, and not a seed spent to expand their household. All in the good fortune of wands. Was the sacrifice worth their lives and humanity? Is that even a question, he would often resist a laugh. Yes, it was definitely worth his near decline into obsession, and everything else.

Maybe not everything. He reconsidered the thought in some instances. Dear friends, family, broomsticks, and ravens—they were wondrous and everlasting in their own little ways. He was not similar to the Old Boys, his sacrifice dreary in comparison, much to his chagrin. Early mornings and rough hands were all he can offer at this point in time. Come to think of it, why were all the known wand makers of yore mostly men? No wonder Ava became sensitive every time he attempted to remind her of what was written in the tomes. She must have felt misplaced, or he might just be assuming too much. The young apprentice would rather bend rules to her logic than to be enslaved by old, erudite men and their prolix poetries.

“Okay, okay. I’m up.” Isaiah said, shifting the sheets of lilac and silver away from his form. He was finally free from the clutches of that perverted Sandman, thank goodness.

“Cool! The hallway then,” Devan said, excited.

The usual routine between them never changed. He took his distressed satchel, replacing the inner emptiness with textbooks, a pheasant quill, a leather-bound notebook with his wand blueprints, and—he paused. On his bed, he saw Fides, his nineteenth wand of pine wood with a core of little fallen threads from a black cat. A Celtic knot pattern coiled around the generous handle of the wand, which he carved in thin lines and painted in the palette of rose gold. Unlike the other unsuccessful ones, her core was unnatural to the literature. Black cats were infamous in superstitions as omens, bad luck, or another form of a sinister creature or person. The idea was stereotypical of him, but he wanted to believe in the dark magic of such elegant things. Fides appeared lifeless, perhaps not too lifeless. Something radiated from the deep green surface. He did not want to abandon her just yet. He took Fides, and left for the hallway to wait for his friend.

A brief time passed. Isaiah came to his side, and said: “See, I’m up.” Devan nodded, and smiled the rest of the way to the Great Hall.

At the Pegasi table, he attended to a bowl of cereal and milk, consuming a spoon at a time so as to not aggravate the beast inside. A long day loomed, and he would not want to find his way to the infirmary on the first hour of class. His eyes searched for the people he knew, whilst he chewed and swallowed. He saw Aidan at the Phoenicis table, beside Adeline, and he grinned at the sight of his hero sharing moments with the damsel of eternal smiles and laughter. They must meet later to catch up after that short, pitiful reunion over the summer. He looked over at Isaiah, on the verge of saying something, but seeing his friend conquer the breakfast table made him hesitate. His words could wait.

Something familiar moved in his periphery. He shifted his gaze toward Mair, confused at first as to whether she was his senior or somebody else. Her shorter hair blessed her with a newfound glow, and he thought the style captured her fresh persona. If only people noticed. Wow. Fancy. A thought almost alleged above a whisper. He lifted his arm to give a wave, but he failed to acquire the attention of his senior. She was busy with the waffles. The bench creaked, and an open book with familiar writing found its way before him. Will! His genius friend has finally made an appearance!

“A unicorn hair in a yew wand needs to be positioned differently to a dragon heartstring in an ebony wand. I did some sketches and here,” Will began, their customary greeting was an immediate indulgence in theories and discussions. Devan studied the diagrams and the writing that came with them. The positioning of the core was something he heard of, but never truly considered. Most cores are distributed in a diffused approach. The density accumulated on the segments of the wand was especially important, and it took a number of computations and measurements to derive the exact amount in a particular segment of space. If he could apply what Will has just told him, perhaps he could discover the locations for each core that had the greatest potential for magic. A denser core would accumulate magic faster and stronger, right?

“Huh. I never thought of it that way.” Pushing the empty bowl aside, he took out his leather-bound notebook and quill, and wrote Will’s idea on a new page. “It’ll take a while for me to figure out where to place the cores on a particular wood. I wonder if the thickness of the wood has some importance as well. Thinner wand woods, like fir and chestnut, conduct spells a bit better than others.” Tapping his right cheek, he thought for a moment before he wrote down more ideas. Isaiah sounded satisfied, perhaps from the breakfast, or something else. Either way, Devan placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder in approval. For the both of them.

A slip of paper appeared beside his notebook. Class schedules. Professor Dew patted his shoulder, and he glanced to witness her smile before she moved on to the next student. Passing her Charms subject was a miracle, to be honest. He must thank his brilliant tutors, Leo and Rue, when he sees them later. Without them, he might have been whisked away to Scotland by the will of his father—to wear red tartan kilts as punishment for the rest of his life. He bit his lower lip, more worried about a possible torture session with Rue than traditional skirts.

He returned his attention to Will. “I finally made Fides—I mean, the nineteenth. She doesn’t seem to respond to spell words, but there’s something in there. In her. Can’t really explain.” He laughed awkwardly. “I’ll show you later, buddy.”

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It’s at times like this that one can admire his preparedness. Unlike most foreign students who’d undoubtedly have a hard time adjusting to the different time zone, the young Englishman had adjusted to the eleven-hour difference about a month prior setting foot again in the institute. Adjusting to the time zone wasn’t the only thing the young wizard had done in order to prepare himself for his last year at Orion. Aside from changing his sleeping schedule, Godric had spent most of his summer reading and studying for his favorite classes; ancient studies and ancient runes to be more specific.

So it is that Godric starts his first day of school. He opens his eyes without a glimpse of heaviness and rises punctual as ever. There is not even a hint of hesitation when he gets out of the warm bed and begins getting ready to start the day. Much like every other morning, he starts his day out by helping Aidan set up everything for their first quidditch practice of the year. Looking back on it, if someone would have told him during his first year he’d be joining the Quidditch team he would have thought them mad and would have surely had a good laugh. However, in the present time, Quidditch was one of those things that gave him a sense of accomplishment. Even if it was superficial at times, even if he wasn’t particularly ambitious nor was he one to indulge his ego as the crowd cheered the team on. There was always just a sense of accomplishment whenever he stepped out into the Quidditch field.

As soon as they had finished their early practice, Godric was covered in a thin layer of sweat and a sense of extreme hunger. Indeed, there was something about working out that always left the young man famished. As his stomach begins making loud noises in reproach, he makes sure to rush back at the dorms to take a shower before heading into the dinning hall. It appeared as if he had once again arrived somewhat late in comparison as the dining hall was almost completely full.

The closer Godric gets to the dinning hall and the delicious smells emanating from it, the louder the roars in his stomach get. He is almost certain students walking a few meter from him can hear the inhumanly noises coming from his stomach. His first thought are that of sitting at the nearest table if only to grab something to eat. However, he opts against it and instead begins looking for two particular faces he had missed a chance to see the night before. His first instinct is to glance towards the far right where the Centaurus banner is hanging high on the wall, all in hopes to see Kirsten among the crowded tables. He hadn’t gotten the chance to see her during the summer, unlike every other year, and other than writing her multiple letters they hadn’t seen each other as much as they usually did. With the girl nowhere to be seen, Godric’s eyes land upon Alec instead whom Godric nods to when he takes notice of him.

Once again, Godric finds himself searching through the crowds to find someone in specific. He shifts his eyes, only this time he moves his gaze towards the Draconis table. Godric has already made plans to join Bodhi and expects to find him sitting quietly while eating some breakfast. However, he is once again met with disappointment after he is unable to find him among the crowd.

As hunger gets the best of him, Godric finally gives up, his stomach once again roaring loudly demanding to be fed. Just as he is about to eagerly take a seat on the Phoenicis table to eat whatever may be on his path, Professor Maddox addresses the starving wizard.

“Mr. Vitrano, don’t look at me with those ravenous eyes. There’s plenty to eat around here.”

“Professor Maddox.” Godric addresses him with a nod and a half smile. Professor Maddox had been the one to convince him to join the Quidditch team after an incident during his second year.

“I trust you’ll guard those posts with your life, Vitrano.” Professor Maddox says with a grin before turning rather serious.

“Aye. This year the House Cup is ours.” Godric says almost in a matter-of-fact tone and with a smile.

“I’m stoked. That’s exactly what I like to hear!” Professor Maddox says with a smile curving up his lip before he hands Godric his timetable. “I see your fascination for ancient studies and ancient runes never quite died out.” The Head of Phoenicis says to which Godric nods in response.

Shortly after, Godric manages to join the Phoenicis table where he doesn’t spare as much as another minute in niceties, formalities or even greetings. He wasn’t sure he wouldn’t lose his cool he was to allow himself to get any hungrier than what he was. Finally he grabs a plate and begins stuffing himself grabbing anything and everything, an impressive pile of pancakes already piled and waiting for him to devour.

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Emma took Mac's schedule, her eyebrows arching. "Jesus, Mac, did you switch to Centaurus over the summer? Between all of this and Quidditch practice, you'll be lucky if you get to sleep this year!" She exclaimed, looking over her friend's timetable. Mac had no free classes at all. "Somebody clearly didn't expect the grades they got," she said, laughing a little. Emma had averaged E's in just about everything, scraping a pass in History of Magic. She'd fully expected to fail it and hadn't expected to be accepted into the class for sixth year, but to her surprise, there it was on her timetable. She hadn't failed anything, which had been somewhat of a shock.

She slid the timetable back to Mac, shaking her head. "Seriously, I don't know how you're going to manage with all of those classes. You might have to bribe some Centauruses to do your homework for you." She moved a little away from her friend before taking her hair down, turning away from the table to shake it out. It wasn't as bad as she was expecting, but was still a little bushy. She was pretty sure she had some hair products in the dorm that could tame it- she'd have to attempt to get up there before class.

She turned back to the table, seeing that Aidan had appeared and was once again engulfing everything in sight. A first year was looking at him somewhat timidly, evidently remembering the comments from the night before. The fact that he was prefect, Quidditch captain, a seventh year, and somewhat intimidating made it worse for the new first years. When Emma had been a first year, he'd been a second year and therefore less scary. It had been more "WOW LOOK HOW MUCH HE CAN EAT" instead of "oh my god is he going to eat me too?"

She laughed at Adeline, covering her mouth to prevent bits of pancake from flying everywhere. "What you need to do, Adie, is to become a Beater. You get nice big muscles that way!" She said, flexing her arm as if to prove her point. In reality, Emma was lean as opposed to bulky. Sure, when her arms and/or legs were on show, you could see where her strength came from. But wearing tights, a skirt and a cardigan, it was less obvious. She'd stayed fit over the summer, going to the gym rather than following Aidan's usual drills and exercises, but it had payed off. The push-ups had been easier than she'd been expecting.


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Will grinned as Devan gave some feedback, nodding. "It's all a matter of combining the cores and wood. Two cores that work perfectly together can make a thinner wand, while two that may conflict need a thicker, sturdier wand. Prevents backfiring." He pulled a pen out of one of his pockets and made that note beside one of the diagrams.

He nodded as Devan mentioned his newest wand. The nineteenth. That dedication was impressive, really- Will severely doubted that he'd be able to stay that dedicated and that focused after eighteen failures. But Devan always found something to find hope in.

Will finally glanced up at his surroundings. He caught a glimpse of of Mair and raised his eyebrows. "You cut your hair," he said, then proceeded to realise he was stating the obvious. "It suits you," he said, grinning a little. It was a little curlier now, no longer having the weight to keep it perfectly straight. Had her hair been like that last night at the feast? He couldn't honestly remember. He'd either been asleep or had zoned out for most of it and hadn't been paying attention to anyone. The usual glance at Alec, before forcing himself to look away before he started staring or before anyone noticed. And, of course, seeing how Aidan had changed over the summer. Not much- apparently, he had the same appetite and enthusiasm as ever. The Phoenicis Quidditch team had apparently been out since six AM that morning, and judging by the way they were digging into the food and the rather large amount of noise coming from the table, they had been and were now wide awake as a result. And man, they were being loud.

He started examining the writing on his arms. It was faint in some places where the pen hadn't written on his skin that well, but he could still make it out. He would have to write it all out and store it somewhere before something happened and he lost all of his notes. He might miss everything in his next class, but this would be of more use to him. It might even be relevant to some of his classes, although he doubted that. His midnight discoveries seldom had anything to do with class.

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Mair studied her timetable some more, happy to begin her first day back with Potions. While twisting her now short waves in her finger as usual, she began popping some more black berries and bits of waffle drowned in syrup into her mouth.
"You cut your hair," a voice said from beside her. She turned her eyes away from the timetable and to the owner of the voice and almost threw her berries across the table again. She'd received a compliment from Aidan, whom is one of the schools most popular/hottest athlete, but it was this voice that made her blush instead of the others.
Will studied her hair before continuing: "It suits you." A grin turned up the sides of his lips and Mair open and closed her mouth before squeaking out a sound that must of been a "thank you." He seemed to ponder something for a moment, still staring at her hair before he turned away, and Mair was able to let out a big huff of air. The wizard was tuned back into his conversation with Devan and the other one so Mair decided this would be her chance to sneak out before she did anything weird or embarrassing.
The witch quickly gathered her robe and books, slipping her timetable inside her journal, before quickly sneaking out of the busy dining area. It was more quiet in the halls, a witch or wizard or two walking around, and Mair decided to make her way to Orion's Library. She longed to find some good books to engulf herself in this week. Her father's words flitted through her mind, about breaking out and becoming sociable, but Mair shook her head. She was too awkward and clumsy for that. It was harder than it seemed. When she was sitting at breakfast, everyone seemed to have someone to talk to, but somehow Mair just couldn't make herself join in. She didn't want to embarrass herself or intrude on a private conversation accidentally. And the one other short conversation she'd had, if you counted the brief exchange of words and squeaking between her and Will a conversation, she had almost thrown her berries across the entire room. How was she going to make friends if she couldn't even speak to the boy that spent most of his days asleep?
Her thoughts had somehow led her to the Library without her even realizing how she'd gotten there so quickly. The doors were large and old as many of the doors at Orion were. She quickly snuck into her quiet sanctuary since her first year. It hasn't changed one bit. The sweet perfume of old and new books fills the air and the silence is peaceful. It has always calmed Mair's rushing thoughts. She still has time before the beginning of her first class, so she decided she'd grab a few books to read this week.

About ten minutes later along with a stack of books falling on her, Mair is cuddled up in one of the window benches, reading away at one of her newly checked out books. It's not an extremely old book, but at the same time it's not a new book either. It's a romance mystery, involving an elf and a king, and Mair can't help imagining herself as the sweet cunning elf that tries to convince the King that their's more to the world than just money and power. Not long after settling herself down comfortable, Mair is fully engulfed in her book and she absently twirls a loose curl around her finger.

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        XXXAidan rolls his eyes at Adie's dramatic display of weakness but cannot help the slight smile that teases the corners of his lips. Her arm thumps loudly against the table when she lets it flop. Aidan winces, a part of him feeling guilty, but that part is small in comparison to his desire to win at whatever cost.
        XXXMany of the members of the Phoenicis Quidditch team had let themselves go over the holidays, which only made him push them harder than usual. It's as if they'd failed to comply to the schedule he'd set them prior to the start of the holidays. All he'd asked for was, at the very least, a daily 10km run accompanied by an hour of strength work. From the looks on their faces this morning when he'd asked if they'd adhered to their fitness regimen, you'd think he'd asked them to skin a cat.
        XXXAidan gives Adie a stern look at her request to use the special bathrooms. She'd tried to weasel the password out of him since he first received his Prefect's badge in his 4th year. His answer has always remained the same.
        XXX"That would be against the rules, Adeline," he says, calling her by the entirety of her first name as he does when descending a lecture upon her. "The law is there for our safety. Where would we be without it? Good question, Adeline. We would be in a state of anarchy," he continues solemnly. His expression is devoid of humour or any sign that he might be anything less than serious. "You could slip. You could burn yourself with the hot water. You could die."
        XXXGodric emerges in the corner of Aidan's vision. He was the only one who seemed glad to return to old routines on the first day back. Aidan think it's because he's the only one who watched his fitness levels over the holidays. Watching Godric load his plate with food reminds Aidan of the incessant hunger he has the misfortune of living with. People lean back, palms up in a placating gesture as Aidan attacks the food in front of him. He builds a modest island of food on his plate and begins to devour the small country like a vengeful God.
        XXX"Alright, who took it?" Jacobi barks. Some of the younger Phoenicis scoot back, until one tentative finger veers towards Aidan, who pauses long enough to look up. He takes one look at Jacobi and gives a sheepish smile.
        XXX"Sorry, didn't know it was yours. Want the rest?" he asks, handing Jacobi a plate of... One half of a mango coconut tart. "Becoming hugely overweight is actually my goal in life. Did I forget to mention?" Aidan takes a swig of orange juice, biceps flexing against his collared shirt. He has the sleeves rolled to his elbows and his robe thrown over the back of his chair.

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Adeline's attention is drawn down the table towards Emma, who holds her arm up to display her toned, lean muscles. Adie laughs at the advice, shaking her head as she gives her own arms consolatory pats. "I don't think you would want me as a beater." Adie replies to her friend, "I think I'd be lost if I had to hit and aim a bludger at anyone. Just leave me to catch the snitch." Of course, Adie had seen Emma's apparent effortless push ups at practice, so perhaps there was more than a little truth to Emma's advice. Though for now, Adie much preferred her position as seeker, she just had to convince Aidan that a seeker did not need to partake in push ups, or early morning practices for that matter.

Though, judging by the stern expression on his face she wasn't likely to convince him of anything any time soon. As soon as she hears her full name, 'Adeline' , leave Aidan's lips, she knows she's about to receive one of his many lectures. The girl can't help but snort in amused derision as Aidan asks himself a question and answers it, all so that he may drive in the point that she will never likely see inside that mysterious, beautiful prefects' bathroom. His points of Adie slipping, scalding herself on hot water and potentially dying, are rather extreme, but she has to appreciate his concern all the same. Fun police or no, she knows he doesn't deny her the password out of spite, and it is probably his honesty and diligence to the school's rules that earned him the title of prefect in the first place.

"I could die, but I would die happy." Adie replies softly, her voice distant as her mind dreams up being consumed by a giant wave of cinnamon flavoured bubbles, colour changing froth, or whatever other wonders the prefects' bathroom holds. The only way she is likely to see inside, since she is sure that Aidan will not give her access, is if she were to become the Phoenicis quidditch captain next year. Though, with a glance at Mac and Emma, Adie doubts the chances of that happening. Both of her fellow sixth year team mates would make excellent captains. Though perhaps the promise of the prefects' baths would be enough to entice Adie to up her game. Not to mention - and here Adie almost gasps in excitement - she would have power over setting the practice times. Already dreams of afternoon practices, and therefore morning sleep-ins are floating in her mind, and it's these fantasies that see her missing most of the conversations that continue around her.

In fact, it is only when Jacobi arrives back and asks who took his food, that Adie blinks herself out of her day-dreaming. Glancing around she grins as Aidan offers Jacobi his remaining meal. Although his breakfast is all but gone into Aidan's ever hungry stomach, there's still plenty on the table and Adie quickly points down towards a plate of fresh pancakes, "If you're fast Cobi you might get some of those pancakes." the 'before Aidan' goes unsaid, but it's heavily implied as Adie glances back at the quidditch captain beside her.

Aidan's declaration of wanting to become overweight has Adie scoffing as she straightens her knife and fork on her plate. "I'm sorry to tell you, but you're failing miserably at that goal of yours." Adie mentions as she glances at the biceps on display. Most people - at least those who saw Aidan during one of the Phoenicis quidditch team's practices - would happily agree with her too.

"Anyway, I'm off. I've got to grab my books before transfiguration." Adie explains a moment later as she pushes herself to her feet, taking care not to bump Aidan or the student on her other side as she leaves her seat. "I'll see you two in class," Adie says to Mac and Emma, then to the seventh years, "and I'll catch you guys later." With a wave Adie leaves the table, heading back towards the Phoenicis tower so that she might quickly grab her books before classes begin.

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Emma laughed at Adeline's comment. Certainly, she didn't exactly seem like the type for a Beater. You had to have no problems with aiming a Bludger at somebody with the intention of knocking them off of their broom, and also had to be completely unafraid of the same happening to you. Emma perhaps had a slight advantage in that she'd played softball and rounders back before she came to Orion. Now, when she visited her Muggle cousins, she was always the person they wanted on their team for playing those games. She told them that she played on one of her school's teams, which is why she was so good. And that her school never competed in national championships, which was why they'd never heard of her winning anything big.

Even though Aidan's lecture wasn't directed at her, she still rolled her eyes. There was definitely a reason why he'd gotten prefect and she hadn't. She was a little too willing to bend the rules about these kinds of things. Had it been her with the prefect's privilege, Adeline wouldn't have had any problem getting in. Still, if Emma got Quidditch captain next year, she'd be able to use it... She knew that she was far from the only candidate. Mac and Adeline had to be in the running too. But if anything, that was just going to encourage her to push herself even further. The opening of the captain's spot would always be at the back of her mind now every time she was at training and playing a match. Did Aidan have a say in picking the next captain? Maybe she should stop winding him up so much, just in case. Then again, if she started flattering him constantly, he'd definitely notice that something was up.

The first years didn't waste much time in pointing out Aidan as the culprit of the theft of Jacobi's breakfast. Emma rolled her eyes at Aidan's comment about becoming grossly overweight. "Aidan, you'd actually have to eat the entire table's worth of food, and the table, and then have snacks, before you'd even stand a chance of becoming even a little overweight," she remarked. As Adeline left to get her books for Transfiguration, Emma licked the last of the syrup off of her fingers, trying to decide if she was going to stay and have a chat with Jacobi, which would end up in her probably being late for Transfiguration, or be a good student and go get her stuff and go to class. When she was hoping for Quidditch captain the following year, she should probably go as well. She sighed heavily, pushing her plate in.

"I'm going to have to love you and leave you. Jones won't be happy if I'm late on my first day back, regardless of what I got in my OWLs," she said, standing up. "Mac, I'll see you in class. Everyone else, I'll see you at lunch," she said, before heading up towards the Phoenicis dormitories.