Welcome Back to Hogwarts! Sorting Feast.

(Hey, who's Umbridge again? XP)

[[Me.]]

[justin or libby. idk, their avatars are the same.]

[[LIBBY. o_o]]

Serenity swallowed another steak, nearly whole. She hiccuped then turned to Rachel. "I can eat this much because I'm starving. And, the human stomach can expand up to three times its size."

(Dude, one of you guys need to change your avatar. We can't tell you apart. XD)

[[Actually, idc. I love our avvies. <3 OUR AVVIES ARE AWESOME. EAT IT, LOZERS.]]


Dumbledoor started his speech and then got interrupted.

[[But I got it first. xd]]

[it's bothersome.]

[[well too bad. and, justine is Umbridge.]]

"Thank you Headmaster," Professor Umbridge simpered. "for those kind words of welcome." [[Translation: I WEEL TAEK OVER YER SCHOOL.]]
Her voice was really high-pitched. Like, all breathing and little-girlish. It was easily dislikeable. She gave another throaty cough-
"hem hem! :3" and continued.

(*blows whistle that just so happens to always be wearing* YOU DARE DEFY THE ADMIN, THE ONE WHO MAKES THIS ALL HAPPEN? THE ONE WHO CAN BAN YOU FROM HERE?)

"Well, is it lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say!" she smiled, and revealed freakishly pointy teeth.

[JUSTINE JUST HAD 6666 POSTS. :A]

Libby turned to Kelsi, and whispered, "She's a bad teacher. Nobody interrupts The Dumbledore."

Rachel had made an attempt to listen to her, but... there was just something freaky about her voice. It was so boring, and nauseating...

A moment later, Rachel was dozing off.

In between Umbridge's words, Serenity passed a rumor down the table. "D'ya think that cardigan's made out of pink armpit hairs?" She asked, and it spread like wildfire down the Ravenclaw table that Umbridge's cardigan, was indeed made of the hairs of an armpit. Some versions told of a troll armpit.

[[How unrealistic, Rachel.]]


"And to see such hapy little faces loking up at me!"

Kelsi was just staring. Blankly. Kinda robotic-looking.

"I am very much looking forward to gettng to know you all and I'm sure we'll be very good friends! >:3 hem hem!"
"The minisrty of magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills uniqu to the wizarding community must be passed down the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded. replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching." She paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back.

"Shut up!" Selia called out, anonymously of course.

"hem hem! :3 Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progess there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progress's sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. . . blahblahblah. . ."

Serenity was talking openly to another Ravenclaw, apparently not interested in the weird fat bag anymore.

(Oh screw you Kelsi. Your avatar is annoying enough. 8D)

". . . because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognised as errors of judgement. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited." She sat down.

[[SHUT UP. THAT TOOK HALF MY BRAINPOWER. >:\]]

Kelsi was nibbling on a cream puff and staring at her in a bored expression.

[tl;dr. msn.]

Libby had a chocolate frog halfway to her mouth. Her face was frozen like she was in that one guy's class. You know. The guy that goes "Bueller. Bueller." in a monotone voice.