Post by Amy Lucy Westwood on Jan 6, 2019 19:23:32 GMT -5
Being away from home for the first time was an odd feeling, but with all the excitement about starting Hogwarts it had not really sunk in yet. Of course, the little girl cried when she said goodbye to her parents and brother on the train Platform, and it didn’t help too much that her mum started crying as well. The Welsh girl could also tell that her father was trying to stay strong for the sake of mum, and her brother, Donald, was also upset but didn’t cry. She supposed that Donald would think it was un-boy-like to cry. Boys were stupid. Amy did cry herself. Thankfully an older girl comforted her about it. For that, she was grateful to her.
The 11-year-old watched the countryside go by on the train trip up to the school. She wondered how Scotland would differ from Wales. She had never really been outside of Wales before, and certainly had not been up to Scotland. She guessed that since they were all in the UK, and both the Welsh and Scottish people were of Celtic origin, that they would not be all that different, right? Amy assumed that would be the case.
Her thoughts then wondered to what House she would be when she went to Hogwarts. Her dad was a Ravenclaw, and he was very proud of that. She would very much like to follow in her father’s footsteps to be a Ravenclaw, but she was not be too disappointed if she was not sorted into that house either. Meanwhile Hufflepuff was her mam’s house. From what she heard that was the best House in the school in her opinion. It seemed to be the nicest and kindest house out of them all, and while she did have a bit of a temper and could be a bit hot-headed at times, she had a kind heart. The Welsh lass was also loyal to her friends, fiercely loyal. Slytherin would also be a good fit for her in a way, Amy was a very ambitious girl and could be quiet cunning and shrewd. Then again she could also see herself as a Gryffindor. She supposed that she would be happy regardless of what house she was sorted into.
Eventually, the train pulled into the station, and the first years are ushered away from the other students towards the boathouse. The little lady wondered why they were being separated? She knew it was nothing to worry about; it was more just curiosity. Soon the first years were lead upon various boats and taken across the lake towards the school. The school looked magnificent on the horizon as it came into view. The Welsh witch-in-training gasped, and she was not the only youngster to do so. It was pretty spectacular. She was awestruck.
Very soon they were taken into the school. Amy followed the adult that was leading them and told them to wait in a room. The young lass got into a few conversations with some of the other girls who were waiting there. Rumours were flying amuck about how the sorting was done; some people talked about some kind of tests, others were saying it was painful, or embarrassing. It was not helping anyone feel less nervous, even if some of the boys were trying to be macho about it. Boys were so stupid in her opinion. No doubt they would end up in Gryffindor. She vaguely wondered if Gryffindor had a disproportionate number of boys than girls. In her opinion boys tended to be more boastful and stupid. Even if she would admit that her brother wasn’t. Well, he wasn’t boastful anyway.
Amy waited nervously for the sorting to begin. This was her first time away from home, her first time away from her family. The young girl didn’t know what to expect, nor if she would be able to befriend anyone in the upcoming year. It wasn’t that she had trouble making friends, but the thought of having to go through an entire year without anyone to talk to was terrifying. She supposed that if it came to it, that she would always have her music to console her. Amy could play a variety of instruments, flute, trumpet and guitar, and she had brought her flute to Hogwarts with her.
She had talked to a few people on the Hogwarts express, and they all seemed rather friendly on there. She remembered one girl comforted her as she cried watching her parents and little brother slowly disappear from sight as the train sped away. But there was no guarantee that she would be in the same house as they were in, and she had heard rumours on the train that people from other houses were banned from speaking to each other. While she was sure that wasn’t true, it did make her worry a bit.
Her first impressions of the Great Hall were that of awe. It looked extremely impressive, at least, it would have been that, if she wasn’t so nervous about the sorting that was about to take place. Amy stood in the queue, looking at all the students at their tables, staring at a talking hat, and then the students. She bit her lip as names were called out.
Each student placed the sorting hat upon their head, and, after varying periods the sorting hat shouted out one of the houses. Pupil by pupil went to the stool and placed the hat upon their head, and each time the hat hollowed out a name.
It was eventually Amy’s turn, she walked up to the stool and place it upon her night, and waited for the verdict. ”HUFFLEPUFF” bellowed the hat. Amy hopped off the chair and walked toward the cheering Hufflepuff table. They did seem to be a friendly lot, and she was very glad of that. Her fear about making friends soon vanished from the warm welcome that the new Hufflepuff got at the table. An older girl, who seemed to be in the second year, she did seem friendly, Amy hoped that she would become friends with her.
The young girl tucked into the feast that was before her, enjoying it, she was amazed by how good it tasted. It was nothing like what she expected from school meals. It was almost, almost, as good at her mother’s cooking. Almost. Nothing could be as good as her mam’s cooking. She was glad that some Welsh food was also on offer, along with Scottish, Northern Irish and English foodstuff. It was pleasing that the parts of the United Kingdom had their culinary culture on offer in the Start of Year Feast. She hoped that would be such with the rest of the year.
After finishing her meal, the 11-year-old felt thoroughly stuffed and absolutely tired. It had been a long day, a very long day. With all the travelling and the sorting and the awesomeness of the school. There was so much new for Amy to take in and her brain was aching. She guessed that she would not be the only one. Two prefects, a boy and a girl, led them down to the Hufflepuff basement and played a rhyme on a set of barrels. It was a fascinating way to enter the common room, and she made a mental note to try and remember it. The prefects mentioned someone unpleasant happen to those who should attempt it and fail.
The common room itself was very homely. In a way, it felt very warm and welcoming. The Welsh lass wondered if any of the other common rooms were as nice as this one? She let out a little yawn and was thankful that the female prefect was leading the girls off in one direction towards the first year girls’ dorm, while the male prefect was leading the boys over towards the boys’ first year dorms. Getting changed, she lay on her bed and soon went to sleep. It had been an exhausting day.
The 11-year-old watched the countryside go by on the train trip up to the school. She wondered how Scotland would differ from Wales. She had never really been outside of Wales before, and certainly had not been up to Scotland. She guessed that since they were all in the UK, and both the Welsh and Scottish people were of Celtic origin, that they would not be all that different, right? Amy assumed that would be the case.
Her thoughts then wondered to what House she would be when she went to Hogwarts. Her dad was a Ravenclaw, and he was very proud of that. She would very much like to follow in her father’s footsteps to be a Ravenclaw, but she was not be too disappointed if she was not sorted into that house either. Meanwhile Hufflepuff was her mam’s house. From what she heard that was the best House in the school in her opinion. It seemed to be the nicest and kindest house out of them all, and while she did have a bit of a temper and could be a bit hot-headed at times, she had a kind heart. The Welsh lass was also loyal to her friends, fiercely loyal. Slytherin would also be a good fit for her in a way, Amy was a very ambitious girl and could be quiet cunning and shrewd. Then again she could also see herself as a Gryffindor. She supposed that she would be happy regardless of what house she was sorted into.
Eventually, the train pulled into the station, and the first years are ushered away from the other students towards the boathouse. The little lady wondered why they were being separated? She knew it was nothing to worry about; it was more just curiosity. Soon the first years were lead upon various boats and taken across the lake towards the school. The school looked magnificent on the horizon as it came into view. The Welsh witch-in-training gasped, and she was not the only youngster to do so. It was pretty spectacular. She was awestruck.
Very soon they were taken into the school. Amy followed the adult that was leading them and told them to wait in a room. The young lass got into a few conversations with some of the other girls who were waiting there. Rumours were flying amuck about how the sorting was done; some people talked about some kind of tests, others were saying it was painful, or embarrassing. It was not helping anyone feel less nervous, even if some of the boys were trying to be macho about it. Boys were so stupid in her opinion. No doubt they would end up in Gryffindor. She vaguely wondered if Gryffindor had a disproportionate number of boys than girls. In her opinion boys tended to be more boastful and stupid. Even if she would admit that her brother wasn’t. Well, he wasn’t boastful anyway.
Amy waited nervously for the sorting to begin. This was her first time away from home, her first time away from her family. The young girl didn’t know what to expect, nor if she would be able to befriend anyone in the upcoming year. It wasn’t that she had trouble making friends, but the thought of having to go through an entire year without anyone to talk to was terrifying. She supposed that if it came to it, that she would always have her music to console her. Amy could play a variety of instruments, flute, trumpet and guitar, and she had brought her flute to Hogwarts with her.
She had talked to a few people on the Hogwarts express, and they all seemed rather friendly on there. She remembered one girl comforted her as she cried watching her parents and little brother slowly disappear from sight as the train sped away. But there was no guarantee that she would be in the same house as they were in, and she had heard rumours on the train that people from other houses were banned from speaking to each other. While she was sure that wasn’t true, it did make her worry a bit.
Her first impressions of the Great Hall were that of awe. It looked extremely impressive, at least, it would have been that, if she wasn’t so nervous about the sorting that was about to take place. Amy stood in the queue, looking at all the students at their tables, staring at a talking hat, and then the students. She bit her lip as names were called out.
Each student placed the sorting hat upon their head, and, after varying periods the sorting hat shouted out one of the houses. Pupil by pupil went to the stool and placed the hat upon their head, and each time the hat hollowed out a name.
It was eventually Amy’s turn, she walked up to the stool and place it upon her night, and waited for the verdict. ”HUFFLEPUFF” bellowed the hat. Amy hopped off the chair and walked toward the cheering Hufflepuff table. They did seem to be a friendly lot, and she was very glad of that. Her fear about making friends soon vanished from the warm welcome that the new Hufflepuff got at the table. An older girl, who seemed to be in the second year, she did seem friendly, Amy hoped that she would become friends with her.
The young girl tucked into the feast that was before her, enjoying it, she was amazed by how good it tasted. It was nothing like what she expected from school meals. It was almost, almost, as good at her mother’s cooking. Almost. Nothing could be as good as her mam’s cooking. She was glad that some Welsh food was also on offer, along with Scottish, Northern Irish and English foodstuff. It was pleasing that the parts of the United Kingdom had their culinary culture on offer in the Start of Year Feast. She hoped that would be such with the rest of the year.
After finishing her meal, the 11-year-old felt thoroughly stuffed and absolutely tired. It had been a long day, a very long day. With all the travelling and the sorting and the awesomeness of the school. There was so much new for Amy to take in and her brain was aching. She guessed that she would not be the only one. Two prefects, a boy and a girl, led them down to the Hufflepuff basement and played a rhyme on a set of barrels. It was a fascinating way to enter the common room, and she made a mental note to try and remember it. The prefects mentioned someone unpleasant happen to those who should attempt it and fail.
The common room itself was very homely. In a way, it felt very warm and welcoming. The Welsh lass wondered if any of the other common rooms were as nice as this one? She let out a little yawn and was thankful that the female prefect was leading the girls off in one direction towards the first year girls’ dorm, while the male prefect was leading the boys over towards the boys’ first year dorms. Getting changed, she lay on her bed and soon went to sleep. It had been an exhausting day.
