Darn computer disconnected and needed rebooting as I tried to post my new chapter
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The first years entered the castle by way of a door as the bottom of the cliffs. Inside were steps cut into the cliffs that led into the darkness above. That was until one by one torches were lit all up the steps. The groundskeeper grunted as he began climbing the steps with the first years in tow. Kurt lost count at how many steps there were as he and the others followed the hulking figure. After what felt like an age, they finally made it to the top. Creed pushed open the heavy door and led them into an area at the bottom of a staircase.
Professor Munroe was stood at the top waiting for them. “Thank you Creed, I’ll take them from here,” she said.
The groundskeeper nodded and walked off.
“Right listen up,” Professor Munroe began. “At the top of this staircase is the door to the Great Hall, there you’ll be sorted into one of the houses before the start of year feast.”
There were murmurings amongst the first years as Professor Munroe opened up the doors behind her. Along with the other first years, Kurt was amazed at the size of the great hall. He could feel the eyes of every student sat at the fours tables watching him, to try and ignore that fact he looked over at what he guessed was the teachers table since Professor Xavier was sat there with several more adults. Professor Munroe led the first years up to the front of the hall. The hall itself reminded Kurt of the inside of a cathedral, he had only ever seen that on the telly though.
Once in front of the table, Professor Xavier stood up and walked over to a lone stool set up in front of the four tables. Before standing behind it, he passed a book to Professor Munroe. “And now we come to the most important part of the first day celebrations, the sorting of the first years,” he said. “Professor Munroe if you would please.”
She opened up the book, flipped over a couple of pages. “Allerdyce, John.” she called out.
From the back of the group of first years, a small blond boy pushed his way through. He was grinning as the two Professors got him to sit down. Once done, Professor Xavier placed his hands on the boy’s temples and closed his eyes. For a moment, silence but then the Professor called out, “Mystique.”
One of the tables burst out into cheers as the boy joined them. Then some more students were sorted.
“Guthrie, Jebediah.”
This time a brown haired boy went and sat down, after a few moments Professor Xavier called out, “Gambit.” That time a different table cheered.
A few more students were called out and were sorted before, “Madrox, James.”
Jamie shrugged at his two new friends and went to sit down. This time Professor Xavier took a bit longer to sort him. “Wolverine,” he said after a while. The table near the side of the hall cheered as he ran over to join them.
“Maximoff, Pietro.”
A lanky blond boy stepped out and went to sit on the stool.
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So that is a Maximoff,’ Kurt thought to himself in German, before the boy joined up with the Mystique table.
“Maximoff, Wanda.”
This time the girl from the train walked up to the stool, Professor Xavier didn’t even have to spend long with her as he quickly announced, “Mystique.”
Once she was seated, more first years went up and were sorted. Then it came to, “Pare, Samuel.”
A hushed silence fell over the great hall as a boy stepped forward and walked over to the stool. Kurt felt somewhat relieved that this boy looked just as different from everyone else as he did. He was orange and had facial fins, it also looked apparent that with the blue eyes, that the boy didn’t have eyelids.
“Wolverine,” the headmaster called out and the Wolverine table cheered.
Samuel Pare looked nervous as he joined the table, but it looked like his new housemates were accepting him with open arms. Kurt felt much better, he hoped to be sorted into Wolverine now.
“Pryde, Katherine.”
She walked up to the stool and sat down on the stool. The headmaster seemed to take his time, judging by the look on his face it might have been because he was unsure of which house to send her to. His face seemed to twitch before announcing, “Wolverine.”
A few more students, “Summers, Alexander.”
Kurt began to feel alone, as Alex was another to be sorted into Wolverine. By the time it was his turn he was the last one standing and he could tell everyone’s eyes were on him. It was a very unsettling to have everyone staring at him, he guessed that Samuel had felt the same.
“Wagner, Kurt.”
Kurt sighed, here went nothing. He sat down on the stool and suddenly had a strange feeling come over him, Professor Xavier was in his mind.
‘Interesting,’ he head the headmasters voice say in his head. ‘A lot of potential, the intelligence and the urge to succeed. That would be good for Storm. However you have a cunning streak, a habit good enough to place you in Mystique.’
Kurt remembered that Mystique was were that creepy girl had been sorted. ‘Not Mystique,’ he thought.
‘Not Mystique?’ Professor Xavier asked in his head. ‘You could do well there, it would help you fulfil your potential. However since you don’t want to go there I’ll place you where your strongest trait is favoured, you are brave Kurt, very brave this house will be just as perfect for you as Mystique would have been.’
“Wolverine,” he said at last and the Wolverine table cheered.
With Kurt settled down next to Alex, the sorting was over. The two Professors had gone to sit down.
“I remind you that as is the case every year, the House Cup is up for grabs to the house which gains the most points over the coming year, points will be given for excellent behaviour and good work, however points will be deducted for any rule breaking. A few things to pass on, the second corridor on the third floor is off limits to anyone who does not want to meet a nasty end and as always Muir Forest is strictly off limits,” Professor Xavier said. “Now let the feast begin.”
He clapped his hands and plates flew in and settled down on each table with a huge variety of foods. The hall echoed with the sound of chatter as the feast began. Kurt grabbed as much as he could eat, he had never felt so hungry and nervous in his life. Others around him were doing the same. Most of the chat was to do with where people came from, Jamie, Alex and Kitty were all American, though he’d already known that by their accents. He was sure he heard Samuel mention that he was Canadian.
“Vhen do classes start?” Kurt asked.
“Wednesday, tomorrow’s a day off since it’s almost midnight now,” an older student said.
Kurt looked over at the student, he didn’t look much older then he was so he was guessing second or third year student. What interested him were the silver streaks in the boys black hair. Another thing he noticed was the fact that no one appeared to be using their powers. Admittedly he had looked over the school rules so he wondered if using powers in certain areas was against school rules. The Headmaster hadn’t mentioned any rules other then a couple of forbidden places to go.
“I was like this last year, first year I was very nervous,” the boy with the silver streaks said. “Its worse when your twin sister keeps gossiping to her friends about you.”
“Try having a big brother,” Alex remarked, looking over at the Gambit table where he was sat, talking to a redheaded girl.
“I’m an only child,” Jamie mentioned.
“Me too,” Kurt said almost glumly, he’d always wanted to have a brother.
“Lucky,” both Alex and the other boy said.
Unexpectedly a transparent head popped up through the table. “Ah first years,” he said, “Welcome to Bàghbaile School of Mutants.”
“Hello Nearly Headless Nick, how was your summer?” a third year with a deep Russian accent asked.
“Oh the usual,” the ghost replied as more ghosts appeared in the Great Hall.
“Nearly headless, how can you be nearly headless?” Kitty remarked.
Nick flicked his head to one and showed that it was only still attached to the rest of the body by way of a slab of skin that hadn’t been cut like the rest of his neck had. “Hurt like hell when it happened too,” he remarked, and with that he floated off.
“That’s disgusting,” Kitty again remarked with a disgusted look upon her face.
“You will get used to it,” the Russian boy told her.
At the teacher’s table, Professor Xavier stood up and clapped his hands. “I’m afraid that is it for the feast,” he announced. “It is after midnight and I am sure you all want to get some sleep.”
'To be a good designer, you have to be a very violent psychopath.' Stan Lee.
"If you've got Mystique as your girlfriend the fun you could have in bed - I've just imagined X-Men 3 might open with me in bed with Patrick Stewart." -- Sir Ian McKellen
It's only a work in progress and I hope to think up a better title for it soon. I will add to it when I'm happy with what I've written.
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Alex is cool, but Scott is a jerk. He's got a stick up his you-know-what. I can't wait to see what's next!