Dorm Assignments? Well, do I get one or not?
A cathedral-like room held hundreds of first-year students, everyone was quiet as the last person walked to the Dark Mirror to be sorted. He ended up in Diasomnia, like most of the Fairfolk do. The students started quietly talking to each other as soon as he entered the mass of fae children that was his dorm, smile full of pride.
Five seemingly older students stood apart from the chattering 15 to 16 year olds, they stood beside a floating tablet. It was normal for them, that was just another person who hid his face. These six people, the one behind a screen included, were leaders of the seven dorms and there of, head of their houses.
“Everyone has been assigned a dorm, yes?” The small second-year didn't wait for an answer before continuing, taking the attention of his students. “New students, listen well. In Heartslabyul dormitory I am the rules, if you break them it’s off with your head.”
A groan was heard behind him as the tallest of them stood fully. “It’s finally over, good. I’m going back to the dorm, if you’re in Savanahclaw you can follow me.” And he lazily started making his way to the doors of the chamber.
A curled smile made its way onto the bespectacled dorm leader, who had standing next to the lousy lion, and he turned to address his dorm. “My dear new students, let me be the first to say congratulations on making it into the academy. I hope you live your lives here to the fullest. As the dormitory leader of Octavinelle, I will support you to the best of my abilities.”
“Hmm, that reminds me.” A beautiful man, violet eyes glancing about the room, spoke. His robes were perfectly fit to his body with not a thread out of place. “Where did the Headmaster run off to? He flew out in the middle of the ceremony...”
The man behind the tablet commented on this vaguely meanwhile a boy who acted like the sun incarnate defended the Headmaster, albeit poorly. “Maybe he got a stomach ache or something.”
Little did they know the Headmaster was now there.
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“Do they truly have that little faith in me?” It was probably a rhetorical question, but I shrugged anyway. Then Crowley threw open the double doors, all eyes turned to him. “Or something, there was a student unaccounted for. I’m honestly disappointed in you six for not noticing.”
A rush of whispers went through the crowd at that, they were in seven groups split without seemingly any rhyme or reason, the farthest group honestly looked the most put together as well as the one where everyone had bumps on their heads. Maybe they had horns or animal ears that they couldn’t be rid of? Either way it was a bit strange they were all in the same group, barely any among the other six.
A tap on my shoulder, I looked at Crowley. He was gesturing to the floating mirror in the centre of the room. “You’re the only student who hasn’t been sorted yet, go stand in front of the Dark Mirror. He will instruct you from there.” He smiled at me as I nodded, it was like the Sorting Hat then.
That didn’t make it any less nerve-wracking to walk up, all eyes fixated on my figure. When I got there a face, no a mask, appeared in the mirror. White porcelain shown in the dim green fire light, intricate black markings wound about it forming eyebrows and what seemed to be a masquerade mask around the eye sockets. It was rather beautiful, in a creepy doll kinda way, but beautiful nonetheless.
My hood lifted and fell down my back, resting lightly on my shoulders. Someone was in the rafters, I chose to ignore them as the mirror spoke.
“State thy name.” Okay, that’s a new one.
“Anastasius Heart.” A sharp intake of breath above me and whispers rolling through the crowd, what was wrong with them? It’s just my name, unless they know of my brother there’s no need to worry.
“... The shape of thy soul is-” There was a faint trail of magic that looked a bit like an arm and hand reaching out to touch my face. I instead took the hand in my own, there was no need for him to touch my head. He seemed satisfied with that. “The shape of thy soul is older than what is in my ability to see at the moment, it is cracked, fractured in a way that makes it incompatible form any of the dorms here. Within use at least.”
“Excuse me?” It was Crowley speaking at the mirror, very swiftly coming forwards and taking place beside me. “How can you not sort him? He does have a soul and magic, does he not?”
“This person does indeed have magic, but it is old and their soul has been crushed by something I cannot see. Please calm down, Dire.” The mirror seemed tired as its hand let mine go and he faded back to the darkness of his glass. Crowley seemed -no, scratch that.- Crowley was pissed, if the fluffing of his feathers and lack of control over his whip said anything. Speaking of, where did the tanuki go?
“Where’s the tanuki?” Just a question, y’know.
“Right here!” Everyone looked up, myself included. I’m surprised that not everyone got whiplash, my head was even lighter than it was a few minutes ago. “Since the silly human can’t be sorted I’ll take their place! Only makes sense right?” Human? Bitch, please.
Crowley looked to me as the room started getting blurry, that’s a new one. I wonder if this is what Rowan feels like without his glasses, I regret ever stealing them, this is a trip and a half. “Can you please get your familiar under control?” Since when did birds have two heads?
“He’s not mine?” That wasn’t a question, that was a statement. Why did it sound like a question? “He’s not mine.”
“It’s not?” I nodded once, that was a mistake, why is the room swaying?
Grimm said something about ‘never serving a human because humans serve him’ or something. I wasn’t really paying attention. Not until someone yelled.
“GET DOWN!”
And just like that, the world went black.