Start Of The Year Ceremony

Olivia strode into the Meal Hall calmly, her long dark orange dress trailing quietly behind her. It was that time of year where the school welcomes all new students to get sorted and familiar with their environment as well as those who have also inhabitated Durmstrang as their home. The procedure is the same as every other year: a couple of speeches, dine, a few extra reminders, then send the students off to their common room and rest. For now though, she must wait upon the arrival of all the Houses into the Hall. She sat down in her chair as Headmistress and gazed around, once in a while taking a sip of water from her cup.

It was once again new start of new school year for Andrea. It was her fifth year in this school and she had even made to be Prefect this year. She was very proud of it and she never really expect to be it. She smiled when she walked into the meal hall. She greeted the headmistress and did sat down into her house table. She noticed that she was first student here. So she just did sit there and waited.

'...Mudrost. No, Khitrost. Mom and Dad were in that house, so I would inevitably end up there too. But I'm not Mom nor Dad, I'm just Edgar.' He fiddled with his tie as the thoughts moved in a constant circle around his head. They weren't helping him feel better about which house he would end up in, and by the looks of it with the other first years, they weren't so sure either. Only a small group was whispering excitedly, sharing their opinions about the school and most likely very confident on the house they'll be in. If only Edgar was that confident.

'Do they choose? Do I choose? What if it's wro-' His thought was interrupted as the doors to the Meal Hall opened up, leading the first years downstairs and in front of the rest of the school. Edgar's thin hands began shaking which he had to clutch into fists to stop them as he followed the rest, his lips pursed together as he attempted to keep calm. He looked over at the Headmistress then quickly looked away, relieved that he at least would not be given any sort of special attention just because he was her nephew, and continued to focus on stopping his hands from shaking so much.