Post by Ashlyn Swallow G5 on Sept 1, 2018 15:41:17 GMT -5
That House will tear him to pieces of given half the chance, Ashlyn judges grimly as a tiny redhead jumps down from the stool - actually jumps so apparently the first years are tinier than ever because Ashlyn certainly never had to disembark from that stool with such a lack of dignity - and is summarily replaced following a brisk call for ‘Garwin, Philip’. The boy doesn't look nervous but she would bet that he's just stubborn rather than actually confident.
The Hat doesn’t take long to place him in Slytherin, which is perhaps a surprise to Pip and maybe his sister, although Ashlyn doesn’t bother turning her head to look, but certainly not to Ashlyn herself. She hadn’t spent much time with him over the summer, not until his pathetic lack of education became her responsibility. Oaths aren’t anything to be taken lightly, especially not the type he had given to Rister; Pip had considered himself old enough to give his word in such a way but an oath isn’t a childish promise to be given and discarded just as easily. Ashlyn has chosen not to introduce Layla to the old ways and magical practices that had formed her own childhood but that doesn’t mean she advocates ignorance. It had only taken a single afternoon to impress the seriousness of the matter onto Pip but those fleeting hours had brought a far more troublesome issue to her attention. Pip is a bright enough kid, stubborn and guarded with one hell of a chip on his shoulder, but smart. Smart and ambitious in a way she can’t help but to recognise. He wants to be seen, to be recognised in his own right and lauded for his own merits. It’s so deeply rooted in him that there's no chance at all he wasn't going to be Slytherin, half-blood or not.
The Hat announces its decision and Ashlyn wills the boy to stand, chin up and shoulders back, and walk over to his new House without hesitation or weakness. This is her sixth year in a House where she doesn’t fit in and isn’t particularly welcomed; she knows something about adapting and surviving. The strong prey on those they deem weaker and some of the Slytherins will already just be waiting for the smallest excuse to rip him to pieces. She watches with unblinking eyes as his gaze darts to the right - to his sister, probably - for a split second before he removes the Sorting Hat and walks over to the Slytherin table. He doesn’t sit with Rister, although there's a tiny hesitation when he considers it, and Ashlyn exhales as she tiredly curses his stubbornness. She already has Layla as her ward, she doesn’t have the time or energy to keep another stray alive.
The Hat doesn’t take long to place him in Slytherin, which is perhaps a surprise to Pip and maybe his sister, although Ashlyn doesn’t bother turning her head to look, but certainly not to Ashlyn herself. She hadn’t spent much time with him over the summer, not until his pathetic lack of education became her responsibility. Oaths aren’t anything to be taken lightly, especially not the type he had given to Rister; Pip had considered himself old enough to give his word in such a way but an oath isn’t a childish promise to be given and discarded just as easily. Ashlyn has chosen not to introduce Layla to the old ways and magical practices that had formed her own childhood but that doesn’t mean she advocates ignorance. It had only taken a single afternoon to impress the seriousness of the matter onto Pip but those fleeting hours had brought a far more troublesome issue to her attention. Pip is a bright enough kid, stubborn and guarded with one hell of a chip on his shoulder, but smart. Smart and ambitious in a way she can’t help but to recognise. He wants to be seen, to be recognised in his own right and lauded for his own merits. It’s so deeply rooted in him that there's no chance at all he wasn't going to be Slytherin, half-blood or not.
The Hat announces its decision and Ashlyn wills the boy to stand, chin up and shoulders back, and walk over to his new House without hesitation or weakness. This is her sixth year in a House where she doesn’t fit in and isn’t particularly welcomed; she knows something about adapting and surviving. The strong prey on those they deem weaker and some of the Slytherins will already just be waiting for the smallest excuse to rip him to pieces. She watches with unblinking eyes as his gaze darts to the right - to his sister, probably - for a split second before he removes the Sorting Hat and walks over to the Slytherin table. He doesn’t sit with Rister, although there's a tiny hesitation when he considers it, and Ashlyn exhales as she tiredly curses his stubbornness. She already has Layla as her ward, she doesn’t have the time or energy to keep another stray alive.