YER A WIZARD HARRY [★] HOGWARTS AU

*:･ﾟ✦ -- Fredrick Day Wylson (pronounced will-sun, thank you very much -- he was quite tired of people mispronouncing his name, and hopefully that stupid teacher calling the kids up wouldn't be as dumb as everyone else) was an orphan. A pureblood, no doubt, but an orphan. He had grown at the local wizarding house for parentless children, and it had sucked. Sure, sometimes his uncle stopped by occasionally, but that hadn't really helped in the least bit for his broken heart and shattered soul.

He had stayed away from basically everyone, refusing to make friends. And when he had gotten his Hogwarts acceptance letter, he found it as a spectacular way get away from dreary orphanage and his boring uncle and get to finally learn all about magic.

Day -- you can thank his stupid uncle for giving him that middle name and calling him it every time he saw him -- had sat in a compartment alone on the train ride up to Hogwarts. He had sat and stroked his barn owl, a Tyto alba, in silence, brooding on the upcoming year.

And then they had come across the lake with some fat oaf and then waited outside the Great Hall as some old lady gave them instructions. However, he hadn't been listening, as he had looking around and wondering which kids would be Gryffindorks, and which would be Stupidpuffs, and which would be Nerdyclaws. He had spotted a few kids he thought were pretty cool, but he had been too aloof to go up and talk to them.

At last, the hat began sorting kids into their Houses. Only, after a some cheesy, corny song that belonged in a dumpster, in Day's opinion. (And yes, even though he despises the name, his roleplayer enjoys using it because she can).

"Wylson, Fredrick!"

Ah, at long last. About time it was his turn. He strutted up to the stool and sat down. The Hat was softly placed on his dirty blonde hair, and it's voice permeated his thoughts.

"Hmm, well, this one is obvious. Although, are you sure you want to go down that path? You're smarter than you think, and you have loyalty in you..."

NO. He thought. NO NO NO.

"Alright then. Better be... SLYTHERIN!" Bellowed the Hat, and Day, a smirk on his face, strode over to the designated table.

He sat down at the edge of the table, away from everyone else, though he stayed close to those he knew to be first-years. Hopefully, this year would turn out to be a good one.

➳ CANADIAN

Holley smiled. She noticed Danny roll his eyes on the other side of the room. He hated the study of French in school. "Je peux mais pas très bien. Je m'appelle Holley et je suis à Ravenclaw." The Canadian told Hugo.

LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

Danny watched as more first years were sorted into Slytherin, and they all seemed kind of edgy or rude. What's their deal? Planning to become the next Lord Voldemort or something? The boy snorted inwardly, and he considered sneaking over to the Ravenclaw table with some kind of spell, but then he remembered that all his books were in his bags. Well at least Holley's happy, he thought. Danny would try to hang out with Holley at every chance he could, and hopefully no one would bug him about it. Well, if they did, they'd probably get a bloody nose.

*:･ﾟ✦ -- Day noticed one kid giving the rest of the Slytherins judging looks. Not like Day didn't judge -- in fact, it was all he did, really -- but this guy was judging Slytherins. Of all people!

He rolled his green eyes and huffed, crossing his arms and leaning against the table, resting his head between his folded limbs.

Now that he thought of it, he probably wouldn't make very many friends. In fact, he wasn't even counting on making a single one. He was too unfriendly, too aloof, too antisocial, too...cold. He wasn't sure he could even bring himself to talk to any other kids, especially those he had already labeled as 'the cool kids'.

No, he would most likely be doomed to loneliness for the rest of the year, if not his life.

He sighed, growling to himself like a dragon. So much for a good year.

LIGHTNING MCQUEEN

Danny looked away, he was already feeling like he wanted to go home. There was really one reason why he hated the Slytherin house, and that was because of his mother. He wondered what she had been like on her first day, probably the same as these kids. The Canadian could imagine the smirk on his mother's face, and the evil in her green eyes. Everyone told him that he had his mother's eyes, but Danny never took to that well. On the other hand, Holley was often told she had her father's eyes, which were a beautiful aquamarine blue. Danny took the bracelet out again, and fingered it. It looked kind of girly, with little beads and all that, but Danny didn't care. It was a gift from his sister, so he treasured it. It was made of both clear iridescent and plain blue beads, and had 'Lightning' spelled out with bead-letters. That was his nickname, and only Holley was allowed to call him that. If anyone else did, he would get angry. Holley had a matching one, only with pink instead of blue beads. On it was her nickname, 'Hawk' for her good eyesight. She was always one to notice details.