Same Setting, Different Day

[Jenni]

OOC: Just a little note on this one, hasn't hogwarts only just reopened? So none of the students are actually in houses yet, so none of them have been in hogwarts for years... right? No matter how old they are? I dunno, tis just a note on this one :P

[Mosden Vincent]

OOC: All students are sorted and in a house, though since Hogwarts just reopened and we're being taught basic spells, I guess there isn't Years yet.

[Jara Redding]

Jara Redding slowly rolled into the hall. She was a little late because it took a while for the handicap accessible path to unfold before her. Usually, she would just cast a spell to hover herself or go through the exhausting practice of transfiguring her legs for use, but she knew if Hogwarts was anything like Perpetua, her old school, no magic was to be used before term by students.

The hall seemed slammed packed with people, and she had to slowly edge her way into the room to see what was going on. She could tell the difference between those who were once Muggles and those who are pure blood almost immediately. Many, adults and children alike stared at her while she passed by. Disabled witches and wizards were rare if not non-existent in the modern wizarding world. Why would there be when there seems to be a cure for almost any accident? Though Jara had had enough of the word "accident". She was attacked, deformed, and almost destroyed. It was no accident.

Take a good look, you judging puss-filled slugs. Just watch me break free of your perceptions.

She continued to roll up to the front when she heard her name called loudly by someone at the front. Not being able to see over the crowd, she slowly made her way to the front.

People began to whisper and look around, no doubt wondering who the person was that was taking so long to answer the call from the front. Jara looked up, setting her chin in a proud and determined manner. She soon neared the stand and frowned. The hat that apparently had spoken was separated from her by stairs. She heard the whispers and snickers start behind her.

No doubt soon a kind adult would pity her and bring the hat down to her. But she had enough pity for one lifetime. She had already suffered having to stay back a year because of the 'accident' which crippled her, had helped bury her mother after she was taken from her, and now was a former quidditch prodigy stuck in a wheelchair, unable to muster the strength to fly. Pity had been her constant companion over the last year, and she was sick of it.

Before someone could move to help her, she whipped out her wand, not caring about the risk of detention if the rules were the same. She whispered under her breath as she flicked her hand ever so hesitantly to her legs.

Slowly, she could feel the strange sensation as her legs strengthened while her mind and body weakened. She used her quickly fleeting mental resolve to stand up from her chair, look behind her at the crowd as if to almost challenge them to think her unable and invalid now that they have seen her do this. She took a few strides to the hat, blissful at the sensation of her legs holding her up. She had done this before, but usually in the privacy of her bedroom, using her skill in transfiguration to supply her with a rare chance at elation.

Placing the hat on her head, she heard a raspy, old voice in her head, "So dear, quite smart I see, and very curious, but ah... there is anger behind your eyes, and an urge to prove yourself. Tricky... tricky... Let's put you somewhere you can get a little challenge emotionally, but not crippling so... soooo Ravenclaw!"

Jara shook as she stood up and quickly moved to collapse back into her chair, feeling as though her very soul had run a marathon. Keeping her head down, not wanting to see the stares, she rolled over to what she assumed was the Ravenclaw table. There were no good seats for someone like her, so she indulged herself to stay between two of the tables, sitting next to a few sorted students in another house, as well as in her own.