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    The boy stifled a groan of annoyance as he stepped off of the Hogwarts Express and onto the grounds of Hogwarts. It was a dark and stormy night; literally. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain came down from the heavens as if it wanted to drown the students that were exiting the train.


    The boy hurried quickly up the path that led to the carriages, his Hogwarts robes never touching the muddy ground. His shaggy black hair covered his emerald green eyes every so often, hiding the scar that ran diagonally across his right eye. He was skinny and pale, not exactly the perfect picture of health, but what would anybody expect for somebody who had been to Azkaban for a little more over two years?

    A matalic, deafening screech sounded as the wheels of the Hogwarts Express halted, many of the witches, and warlocks chattering about. Objects flew, as well as spells, many of the older students playing tricks on the younger ones, whom were obviously frightened by the castle, as well as it's treacherous depths, of which held the unknown secrets, even some to Professor Dumbledore.
    "Please make way." A voice spoke out of the midst of thunder, a brightened bit of lightning illuminating the sky as a single female witch made her way through the crowd, the hood of her cloak concealing her facial features. Underneath, however, Ashen was hidden, grasping her wooden wand, the designs both numerous, and with great detail. One of the finest, created of mortal, yet sturdy wood found in a forest.
    Being a more mature, as well as known student of Hogwarts, Ashen had made a few friends over the four years she had attended the school of wizardry. What sort of odd challenges would she face this year? Or, whom would she become acquainted with? These were all questions of which she did not know the answers too.


    The boy looked around, keeping his hood up and his wand raised. The last thing he needed was for somebody to recognize him.
    Labeled insane for murdering his mother, Mason Black Ember didn't have the greatest reputation. In fact, he didn't think it could be any worse. His friends in Slytherin had probably removed themselves from him over the past two years. He rarely received visitors, the only one being his father and the occasional Ministry wizard. It was a miracle they didn't destroy his wand, and he grasped the smooth wood in his cold hand, grateful for its familiarity in the school that was now a stranger to him.
    Finally getting to the carriages, he cast a quick look around before slipping some meat to a Thestral. He patted the skeletal creature's snout gently before climbing into the carriage.

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    [align=center]Ashen had practically leapt into the carriage; being in the fourth years of her wizardry education, she, as well as others simply rode carriages to the castle, while others were transported differently,"Ashen!" A voice called from out of nowhere, obvious excitement in the tone. A witch revealed herself, pale, with auburn-coloured hair, while her optics remained an emerald.
    "Welcome, Lilliana! Glad to see you again!" The young female greeted cheerfully as Lilliana, the newcomer, now leapt beside her, removing her hands from her cloak, and rapidly bringing down Ashen's hood,"I do not see why you insist as to have your hood hiding you every second of the day, Ashen. Quite foolish." She commented briskly, before Lilliana brought down her own hood, revealing her perfectly executed facial features. Ashen gently pulled a strand of her own blackened hair behind one ear, while her own aqua-coloured orbs shone with defeat. Instead of attempting to bring herself out of this conversation, she made a joke that no one could resist. Telling Lilliana to close her eyes, Ashen stroked her wand, as if awaiting this moment for an eternity. Whispering a not a spell, she directed the wand towards Lilliana as a burst of scarlet exploded from the wand, sparkling as they flew through a window of the carriage,"Why, Ashen! You practically scared me to death!"
    Instead of responding, Ashen only gazed to the outside world, where the castle was looming ahead, dangerously, though welcoming to any witch, or warlock.


    Mason had been staring out the window, not giving a care in the world when two Second Year girls climbed into the carriage with him. He recognized them by their robes, a Ravenclaw and a Gryffindor. Mason fought the urge to sneer at the two girls and kick them out of the carriage just as it lurched to a start. He pretended to stare out the window once more, ignoring the two girls that were whispering quietly to each other about who knows what. However, he watched as the Ravenclaw took out a familiar looking newspaper, and the two girls began to read the front page, talking nervously.
    Mason tilted his head to look at the newspaper more closely, recognizing it as The Daily Prophet. The words, Hogwarts Won't Turn Away A Criminal? were written as the headline, with a picture of a young boy underneath. He was wearing dirty, tattered robes and had a pale, sunken face with shaggy black hair. It only took a few seconds to realize that the picture was of Mason before he had gotten sent to Azkaban.
    Seriously fighting the urge to take out his wand and burn the newspaper to a crisp, he turned his head away. He had seen that article too many times before boarding the train to Hogwarts, and he didn't need to read it again.

    Arriving at the entrance of Hogwarts was most defiantly not a memorable day. With careful, tentative footsteps, Ashen took a step off of the contraption in which had brought her, and multiple other witches, and warlocks here,"How dreadful!" She whispered as lightning illuminated the sky above, thunder rumbling, as if in response to Ashen,"I agree completely, Ashen." Lilliana replied to the other witch, though Ashen had not been speaking to her friend directly. Though Lilliana was from Hufflepuff, Ashen had made no notion of rivalry towards the female. Yet, soon they would have to separate, as they scurried off towards the school; aromas of tantalizing meals overwhelming their sense as they arrived towards the iron gates,


    [ Low muse. ]


    OOC ~
    Same here. Also why do you use the word warlock instead of wizard?


    IC ~
    Mason sighed in relief as the carriage came to a stop. He turned his head and stared at the two girls, who were hastily putting the newspaper away. Unable to resist, the boy took off his hood, revealing his face. His emerald eyes glittered coldly, and he smirked in satisfaction as the Ravenclaw made eye contact with him. In an instant, his hood was up again and he had left the carriage, just managing to catch the girl's last words.
    "...told you, he was here the whole time!"
    Mason barely managed to hold in his chuckle as he smoothly darted through the crowd, the mud coating his shoes. He managed to make his way into the castle and wondered what the Sorting would be like, since he'd have to take off his hood once inside the Great Hall.

    [ Warlock seems a bit more... Descriptive word for a male wizard. ]


    Lilliana, and Ashen made their way towards the castle entrance, immediately weaving through the crowd of students as to better be in view of the Great Hall, in which four, large, separate tables awaited each student. Whom would join Ravenclaw this year? Banishing the thought from her mind, and transferring it towards the back of her mind,"I will see you a bit later, Lilliana. Possibly tomorrow, or later tonight, by chance?" With this, the two embraced for a few moments, before waving, and calling out their final goodbyes before once more meeting.


    OOC ~
    Oh, okay. Wizard is the term for an individual male human with magical ability, while Warlock is a term to describe a wizard of unusually fierce appearance or as a title denoting particular skill or achievement.
    So that's why I was wondering. :)


    IC ~
    Mason eventually entered the Great Hall, allowing some familiarity to wash over him. He took off his hood, blinking in the light of the thousands of candles that hovered overhead. Spotting the Slytherin table, he headed towards his usual spot near the Professors' table, or the spot that no student wanted to be near when gossiping about the Professors. He didn't gossip, so it wasn't a problem for him. Plus it would give everybody a chance to see that he was indeed back from Azkaban.

    Sitting down at the Ravenclaw table, Ashen noticed that many of the first years had begun to arrive, dripping with water from the lake. She felt a bit of sympathy for the young witches, and warlocks, though amusement filled the rest of her feelings for them. The thunderstorm must have been difficult to cross in only a small contraption that was hardly fit for traveling in,"Why, look who decided to show!" A male of Ravenclaw whispered to the rest of the table, where everyone chuckled, stifling laughter, as not to embarrass the first years all too much. Still, the tantalizing aromas lingered on, overwhelming anyone's senses. It was obvious to tell that everyone would prefer eat their meal rather than watch the first years.


    OOC ~
    Really low muse. Sorry, I'm sick.


    IC ~
    Mason sat down at his spot and turned around in his seat, watching the First Years with no particular interest. They were soaking wet from the rain, and one of them had a rather large cloak around himself that could have only belonged to Professor Hagrid.

    [ It's alright; I am sick as well. ]


    One of the sixth years from Hufflepuff called out to the others,"Do you assume they're wet enough?" With this, he was just about to say Aguamenti, the spell for having water shoot from their wands, but it was immediately confiscated by their table's ghost, who chuckled deeply in response to the warlock's protesting. Many of the first years, however, were frowning, some even whimpering softly out of nervousness,"First years! You may want to watch your backs!" Another shouted.


    OOC ~
    So, do you want to roleplay as Dumbledore or should I?


    IC ~
    Mason allowed a small smile to form onto his face at the students' words. Leave it to them to make the First Years feel as worse as they could. He watched as the students stopped in front of the steps that lead to a wooden stool. The Sorting Hat, ragged and patched like always, sat in all its glory on top of the stool, and Professor McGonagall stood nearby with her scroll of names in front of her.

    [ I will. It may possibly raise my muse a bit. I changed his speech a bit, due to my having not read the books for awhile. ]


    Professor Dumbledore stood, his appearance immediately silencing the room,"Welcome, witches, and wizards to Hogwarts for, yet another, year of magic!" The older wizard began, his tone wavering slightly from older age,"I see Hagrid cannot keep you dry, can he not?" He chuckled to himself, receiving a few furious answers in return from the first years, while other students only laughed in obvious amusement,"Do not be angered, for tonight is a night of celebration for those who have returned, and just begun at Hogwarts! Professor McGonagall, you may proceed!" He called aloud, with cheers of joy in response to his wondrous, yearly speech.


    OOC ~
    Thanks. I actually haven't read the books in a while, but I've read the series about eight times, so I remember everything. :-[
    Also low muse.


    IC ~
    Mason found himself clapping along with the other students, much to his surprise. He supposed being back at Hogwarts had something to do with it. Hopefully he'd feel at home soon.

    [ Would you like to roleplay as McGonagall? ]


    Ashen cheered alongside the others who were sitting at Ravenclaw, as well as herself. Many of the first years, however, only clapped slightly, a bit of puzzlement in their eyes as they wondered to themselves which they would be accepted into,"Let's get on with it!" The same male suddenly called in a humorous manner, while the rest of Ravenclaw laughed in amusement as well.


    OOC ~
    Sure. She won't have much of a part, just calling out the names and such. :)


    IC ~
    Mason chuckled and watched as Professor McGonagall unwound her scroll and held it out in front of her.
    "Melanie, Alicea!" She stated the name clearly and watched as a short First Year walked up the steps and sat down on the stool. The girl seemed both excited and nervous, and the Sorting Hat slipped over her eyes. After a few minutes, the Hat Sorted her into Gryffindor, and the next student was called up.
    Mason watched with amusement as the First Years came and went. Some nervous, others excited, and most of them looked soaked to the bone from the rain.

    "Amusing, isn't it?" The ghost of Ravenclaw, the Grey Lady said to the more mature, and older students,"We aren't that immature!" A first year spoke out of the blue, glaring in defiance.


    [ Extremely low muse.


    OOC ~
    Low muse as well.


    IC ~
    Mason chuckled, staring at the First Year. "Immature, calling out like that." He muttered to himself.

    "I suggest you stay silent!" Grey Lady immediately responded, her tone sharp as she turned towards the first year,"Now, you listen —" The first year began, though his voice displayed that he was slightly intimidated, with it wavering constantly, and with such terror in his optics,"No, no, no! Now, be quiet, and watch your fellow classmates closely, especially the fifth, sixth, and seventh years." The House ghost added sternly before floating away, leaving a trail of grey mist in her wake.