ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 3Part Three: The Wizard Professors
Four long tables sat in the great hall. Candles floated in midair overhead. Far off in the distance, a white spectre flitted around a fifth table. She soared up into the air, up to the ceiling that was enchanted to look like the stars of the night sky. From her mouth came a beautiful sweet song.
"Oh, hello, DJ."
Debs, the silvery ghost, looked far down to the floor below, where she saw Headmaster DJ walking in. He was dressed in a wizard's star pattered robes and walked with the presence of someone who knew he was in charge but didn't particularly care.
"You know that The Welcome Feast is about to begin, right, Debs?"
"Of course, Headmaster DJ."
"And you remember what you promised last year, right, Debs?" He said as he sat down at the fifth table on the far edge of the Great Hall.
Debs sighed a musical sigh and slouched
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 2Part Two: Aboard the Hogwarts Express
Inside the train, it was bright and noisy and smelled heavily of coffee and Reese cups. Wizards and witches hung their heavy cloaks over the overhead hangers, for lack of overhead compartments. It is that kind of resourcefulness that is the mark of a great wizard.
One of the professors, a witch named Alleycat, marched up and down the aisle. The year had barely begun; the Hogwarts express had yet to fully depart the station, and already, she was posting signs for Quidditch recruitment. As the Quidditch coach, she was a fierce and fearless leader, and as a mother of three, she was followed by her three kittens. They were actually literally actual kittens. No one commented on this at any point.
"I had a doll and I love to play ball," said one of the kittens.
People were also reluctant to ask what the heck happened to her hand. It was gone. She had lost it in a batt
ToNaNo Hogwarts Part 1Part One: Platform Nine and Three Quarters
It was September first, the second most important day of the year. The most most important day of the year is November first, which is when NaNoWriMo starts. But that day, September first, was the day for the students and staff of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to return to school.
Well, not all of them were returning, per se. Many of the people who were supposed to return had instead gotten caught up in real life, or locked up in Azkaban, or buried under homework, or had their happiness sucked away by Dementors, or were caught up in renovating their houses. And some people, like two of the three people with whom our scene opens, were going to Hogwarts for their very first time.
On the train station platform stood three people and vast amounts of luggage. The eldest and unquestionably most fluffy haired was Quirk, the only magical child in a muggle family. She