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[ thirteen, nick and other residents ]


[Later, when all of the first years are sorted in their houses, all of the students are talking to each other. McGonagall dings on a cup.]
McGonagall: Your attention, please.
Dumbledore: [rising from his chair] Let the feast... begin.
[From the aerial view of the Great Hall, food magically appears on all the tables, and the hall is filled with awe and chatter.]
Whilst their Grand Feasts were nothing to sneer at, for they were just as opulent as they were pointless at times, the Westerosi citizens were still left in awe of the magical spread that appeared out of thin air on each table of the Great Hall. There was no shortage of delicacies, almost as if someone had ensured everyone's needs had been catered to and not just provided whatever the Royal Family ( or, in this case, the Headmaster ) favoured, a shocking and disturbing concept to a few present. 
Many of the younger generation looked longingly at the screen, wishing they could attend such an event, one free of the politics that stifled them and where they could meet like-minded individuals with whom to share anecdotes and enjoy their time. From what they could observe, the children on the screen were truly enjoying themselves without resorting to the use of courtly masks perfected throughout the years, a true breath of fresh air.
A bittersweet smile tugged at Ron's lips as he stared at the screen, for he'd never experience such a wondrous event again now that he'd finally understood what life had in store for him. He'd never regret signing up to become an Auror, regardless of the gruelling path he knew awaited him, yet at times, he wished he had taken the same stance as his companions and girlfriend if only to walk Hogwarts' halls again without his personal ghosts clinging to his person. 
Aemma: Wow.
[Draco looks at all the food, raises his eyebrows and digs in. Ron stuffs his face.]
Although his facade remained impenetrable, Aemond's eye reflected the disgust and disappointment he harboured towards Aemma's chosen companion. He failed to understand how such a barbarian could be of any use to her in the years to come, for he was confident there would have eventually been a conflict, and Aemma would have needed only the best standing beside her, not this poor excuse of a wizard whose lack of knowledge of the most essential things ( such as manners ) was beyond alarming. 
Seamus: I'm half and half. Me dad's a Muggle. Mam's a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out.
Feeling several gazes on them, Hermione sighed heavily and took point. "It's part of the Statute of Secrecy, and while it's currently being amended, for the longest time, a witch or a wizard couldn't tell their spouse the truth about themselves until their child received their Hogwarts letter." She explained. "As you can imagine, many didn't take it well; our friend Seamus was one of the lucky ones." The request for the amendment had been one of the many things the Golden Trio had asked Kingsley in return for their war efforts, for they couldn't take another child suffering because of the Wizarding World's paranoia.