Arrabella (Arria) Colufort|Ravenclaw|Arrival to Hogwarts
After Arria joined Allen and two other first-years on the short boat ride to the castle, she remained in an awed state of silence, admiring the glistening display of torches glinting off of the lake. Hogwarts Castle imposed upon the evening sky like a black, sprawling giant which welcomed its students home to its keeping. Portcullises, towers, and flying buttresses decorated the exterior of the Wizarding School in a talented array of stonework. Even in the fading light, Arria could admire the architectural spectacle displayed before her. Growing up in a pure-blooded family she had always heard Hogwarts described, but even those imageries conjured by her brothers plunged pathetically short of the real thing.
Minutes later, after docking the boats and filing out onto the school grounds, the entirety of the first-years followed a big hairy man. Arrabella remembered his name to be Hagrid. The half-giant led the gaggle of eleven year-olds into the front hall of Hogwarts castle where another member of staff greeted the group. Arria stood at the front of the pack of buzzing soon-to-be students, standing next to Allen, an auburn-headed girl, and a brooding boy. Nudging Allen, she stated, “I am supposing that the woman is Minerva McGonagall.” Arria nodded to the professor standing before two great doors in the hall. The woman’s arms were crossed as she studied the new faces before her, the leathery witch’s cap on her head swaying slightly. “Have you heard of her?” Arrabella finished. “Top of her class, and head of House Ravenclaw.” Allen smiled at her.
Suddenly the professor stepped forwards, her heels clicking against the floor of the expansive castle foyer. “Welcome to Hogwarts,” the witch, assumed to be a certain Professor McGonagall, began crisply. “Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates, but before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses.” At these words, the pack of first-years erupted into excited conversation.
“I already know that I’ll be a Slytherin!” someone behind Arria exclaimed. “Everyone in my family says so.”
The conversations abruptly ended with a man’s boomed, “Silence!” to which the young students promptly responded by closing their mouths with a clack of teeth.
Allen turned his head to see where the voice came from, and Arria followed his example. She noticed a slim wizard cloaked in black standing towards the back of the front hall.
“Do you happen to know who he is?” Allen whispered to Arria as McGonagall began speaking once more. Arrabella shrugged, still studying the mysterious man. Her attention was resumed by the mention of the Hogwarts Houses.
“The Houses are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin,” McGonagall was declaring. “Now while you're here, your House will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup.”
A ripple of discussion once again disturbed the witch’s speech. Everyone was too anxious, so eventually the massive doors leading to the Great Hall flew open. Arria smirked and glanced over at Allen, who was smiling slightly.
“Welcome home,” Allen said.
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