JUNE SELWYN
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Date: September 1, 2026 | DM before interacting | Dialogue: X
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The Assembly Hall was nothing like Hogwarts' Great Hall, yet the feeling was remarkably similar.
The waiting. The wondering. The fact that it was taking a painfully long time.
June had been sorted before.
She could remember the day if she thought long enough. Bouncing on her toes with excitement. Watching her train compartment buddy be sorted into Slytherin. Being called stubborn by the sorting hat. Being sorted into Slytherin herself.
June shifted her weight slightly as another student was claimed and sent off toward their house. Cheers erupted from one section of the hall, then another. New friendships began, and old ones were forgotten because of the colour of someone's robe. It was no different than what she'd seen for years.
Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to see where she'd end up.
Her attention drifted briefly toward the founders' portraits. The interview had been the strangest part of arriving at Penwick. June was somewhat aware of the school's unconventional way of sorting, and yet it was even more unconventional than she had expected.
The founders had not asked what she was good at, nor asked what grades she earned at Hogwarts, or even why a fifth year was starting at Penwick in the first place.
No, their questions were mostly hypothetical, seemingly detached from anything that had to do with academia. Questions that lingered in her mind as she went to supper. Questions she found herself answering differently each time she thought about them.
She found herself not paying particularly close to the ceremony, so she was unsure which founder it was and which section cheered when her name was finally called out.
"June Selwyn."
It was a male voice, so not House Floranti. That made sense, June supposed.
She stepped forward toward the headmistress, glancing toward the portraits to try and ascertain which had called her name. Her eyes caught one of them, and he nodded, as if he had seen her confusion and was coming to her rescue.
"House Mercator!"
The answer felt less like a surprise and more like the final line of a proof she had been working toward without realizing it.
Headmistress Pryce welcomed her forward, and moments later, purple accents spread through her robes. June glanced down briefly as the colours settled into place.
Then she looked toward the Mercator section. Toward her new house. Toward whatever came next.
A small laugh escaped her as she made her way to the benches. She had transferred schools, left behind everything familiar, and somehow ended up exactly where she probably should have been all along.
The waiting. The wondering. The fact that it was taking a painfully long time.
June had been sorted before.
She could remember the day if she thought long enough. Bouncing on her toes with excitement. Watching her train compartment buddy be sorted into Slytherin. Being called stubborn by the sorting hat. Being sorted into Slytherin herself.
June shifted her weight slightly as another student was claimed and sent off toward their house. Cheers erupted from one section of the hall, then another. New friendships began, and old ones were forgotten because of the colour of someone's robe. It was no different than what she'd seen for years.
Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn't excited to see where she'd end up.
Her attention drifted briefly toward the founders' portraits. The interview had been the strangest part of arriving at Penwick. June was somewhat aware of the school's unconventional way of sorting, and yet it was even more unconventional than she had expected.
The founders had not asked what she was good at, nor asked what grades she earned at Hogwarts, or even why a fifth year was starting at Penwick in the first place.
No, their questions were mostly hypothetical, seemingly detached from anything that had to do with academia. Questions that lingered in her mind as she went to supper. Questions she found herself answering differently each time she thought about them.
She found herself not paying particularly close to the ceremony, so she was unsure which founder it was and which section cheered when her name was finally called out.
"June Selwyn."
It was a male voice, so not House Floranti. That made sense, June supposed.
She stepped forward toward the headmistress, glancing toward the portraits to try and ascertain which had called her name. Her eyes caught one of them, and he nodded, as if he had seen her confusion and was coming to her rescue.
"House Mercator!"
The answer felt less like a surprise and more like the final line of a proof she had been working toward without realizing it.
Headmistress Pryce welcomed her forward, and moments later, purple accents spread through her robes. June glanced down briefly as the colours settled into place.
Then she looked toward the Mercator section. Toward her new house. Toward whatever came next.
A small laugh escaped her as she made her way to the benches. She had transferred schools, left behind everything familiar, and somehow ended up exactly where she probably should have been all along.