to his friend because of the magical bond between them, and the talk of difficulty and danger ahead was hardly comforting!
Blimey Zak, no-one told us it was going to make a prophecy about our future!
If it said that about you, Tallion, what on earth’s it going to say about me?!
Whatever it says is fate’s choice Zak, we can’t change our path in life, we just have to follow it and do our best…
Tallion’s apparently genuine smile re-attached itself to his face as he approached the Moncero table. No-one there seemed to have had any doubt that he’d be joining them, and he was warmly welcomed. As Zak surveyed them from the privacy of the dimly lit anteroom, he realised that these students looked somehow very at ease with being in school, and confidence seemed to hover over them!
He was suddenly worried. He didn’t have that kind of confidence, he wasn’t a natural born leader, he was nervous whenever he was out of his own environment, and he shied away from being centre stage. The Orb would never put him in Moncero, he was sure of that. He suddenly felt very alone as he saw his friend almost absorbed by his new housemates.
Neither boy had noticed the venomous look that crossed Sargas Malchus face as Tallion stood by the Orb. They didn’t see him reach inside his robes for his wand either, although in the end he didn’t draw it out. The headmaster saw it though, his hand already wrapped round his own wand. He’d been watching Sargas closely from the moment Professor McCathie had called out Tallion’s name, and his original surmise about the attacks on the Middlehams was confirmed, as were his fears for Tallion’s safety at the school.
The list of names continued, and slowly but surely the crowd of waiting first years dwindled away.
“Sartrina Proudfoot!”
Hafrith Proudfoot would have felt aggrieved by the response from the rest of the school to her daughter’s call for selection. The muted murmuring amongst the older students didn’t abate, and the hush that had accompanied the selection process of Shaul and Tallion was not repeated. Sartrina, however, didn’t notice, and she self-consciously walked to the Orb and placed her hands purposefully either side of it. It was about thirty seconds before the Orb started to glow red, and a surprised look crossed both Sartrina’s and Tallion’s faces!
Blimey, thought the blond-haired wizard to his companion, I would never have expected that!
I don’t think Sartrina expected it either, judging by the look on her face!
Heck, I hope she’s okay. Some people get in a right state if they’re put in a house they didn’t expect!
Sartrina gathered herself and took her hands off the Orb as the red glow faded. She took a deep breath, and turned to face the Leo girl prefect who’d come to guide her to her seat. The two exchanged a few quick words, and the prefect smiled as she put her hand on Sartrina’s shoulder as they walked back to the table.
Augusta Rhenton was placed in Taurus, and Gemma Tarleton ended up in Draco where she was greeted with a knowing smile by the rather spooky looking prefect who’d stood up to welcome her even before the Orb turned purple!
“Zak Turner!”
Zak felt his stomach lurch, and his legs started walking towards the Orb seemingly of their own accord. The last few minutes had been very difficult for the first-generation-wizard as he became more and more convinced that he was going to be separated from Tallion.
Zak, be strong, came Tallion’s voice in his mind. You have no need to fear. Of all the students here, you are destined to be in Moncero.
I’m no leader Tallion. You know that!
The best leaders are those who don’t seek it Zak, your pathway is not your choice, it’s fate’s choice.
Zak, like Sartrina, wasn’t getting too much attention, as he took hold of the Orb. He was surprised to find it warm to the touch, and it felt to be almost alive under his hands, not really
Blimey Zak, no-one told us it was going to make a prophecy about our future!
If it said that about you, Tallion, what on earth’s it going to say about me?!
Whatever it says is fate’s choice Zak, we can’t change our path in life, we just have to follow it and do our best…
Tallion’s apparently genuine smile re-attached itself to his face as he approached the Moncero table. No-one there seemed to have had any doubt that he’d be joining them, and he was warmly welcomed. As Zak surveyed them from the privacy of the dimly lit anteroom, he realised that these students looked somehow very at ease with being in school, and confidence seemed to hover over them!
He was suddenly worried. He didn’t have that kind of confidence, he wasn’t a natural born leader, he was nervous whenever he was out of his own environment, and he shied away from being centre stage. The Orb would never put him in Moncero, he was sure of that. He suddenly felt very alone as he saw his friend almost absorbed by his new housemates.
Neither boy had noticed the venomous look that crossed Sargas Malchus face as Tallion stood by the Orb. They didn’t see him reach inside his robes for his wand either, although in the end he didn’t draw it out. The headmaster saw it though, his hand already wrapped round his own wand. He’d been watching Sargas closely from the moment Professor McCathie had called out Tallion’s name, and his original surmise about the attacks on the Middlehams was confirmed, as were his fears for Tallion’s safety at the school.
The list of names continued, and slowly but surely the crowd of waiting first years dwindled away.
“Sartrina Proudfoot!”
Hafrith Proudfoot would have felt aggrieved by the response from the rest of the school to her daughter’s call for selection. The muted murmuring amongst the older students didn’t abate, and the hush that had accompanied the selection process of Shaul and Tallion was not repeated. Sartrina, however, didn’t notice, and she self-consciously walked to the Orb and placed her hands purposefully either side of it. It was about thirty seconds before the Orb started to glow red, and a surprised look crossed both Sartrina’s and Tallion’s faces!
Blimey, thought the blond-haired wizard to his companion, I would never have expected that!
I don’t think Sartrina expected it either, judging by the look on her face!
Heck, I hope she’s okay. Some people get in a right state if they’re put in a house they didn’t expect!
Sartrina gathered herself and took her hands off the Orb as the red glow faded. She took a deep breath, and turned to face the Leo girl prefect who’d come to guide her to her seat. The two exchanged a few quick words, and the prefect smiled as she put her hand on Sartrina’s shoulder as they walked back to the table.
Augusta Rhenton was placed in Taurus, and Gemma Tarleton ended up in Draco where she was greeted with a knowing smile by the rather spooky looking prefect who’d stood up to welcome her even before the Orb turned purple!
“Zak Turner!”
Zak felt his stomach lurch, and his legs started walking towards the Orb seemingly of their own accord. The last few minutes had been very difficult for the first-generation-wizard as he became more and more convinced that he was going to be separated from Tallion.
Zak, be strong, came Tallion’s voice in his mind. You have no need to fear. Of all the students here, you are destined to be in Moncero.
I’m no leader Tallion. You know that!
The best leaders are those who don’t seek it Zak, your pathway is not your choice, it’s fate’s choice.
Zak, like Sartrina, wasn’t getting too much attention, as he took hold of the Orb. He was surprised to find it warm to the touch, and it felt to be almost alive under his hands, not really
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