We sat around listening to old people speak about the importance of shit I couldn't care less about.
Finally McGonagall took the podium and began to speak of our presence, the transfer students. She spoke of how we were the first ever transfer students and that we should be treated equally.
I could care less about being treated equally, if someone messed with me I'll beat their ass, not taking the scenic route, you try and mess with me your lucky I don't put you six feet under.
I look around see some weird ass hat that has a face.
As I tuned back in on whatever the old people at the front were saying people began to be called and have this ugly hat put on their head. The first time it happened the hat fucking spoke, it SPOKE, a hat, how the hell. Oh yeah, they're wizards why the hell wouldn't they use a hat to determine what "house" the other "students" get put into. I internally rolled my eyes as I hear my name get called.
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(3rd pov)
As the man walked up the sorting hat a deafening silence reverberated throughout the room. Everyone intently watched the first transfer student put on the hat.
After a few a moments the hat finally, "After much deliberation I'm putting all the transfer students in Gryffindor."
The man clad in desert camouflaged clothes stood up grabbed the others and walked to the red table were everyone was both very excited and confused.
A common question lingered around the room, "why did he put them all in Gryffindor with out checking them all out?"
The transfer group was just happy to be together except for the camo clad man sitting stoically staring of into space half asleep.
(Both a time skip and synopsis of that time)
And since then not a lot has happened, I continue to learn about runes. I tried to learn more about the other spell casting but saying what spell your going to use is dumb. A silent and I'm good with my hands.
I also learnt that I can cast magic with the gun. I've fired this gun thousands of times, yet I squiggle it in the air and say some Latin bullshit, and bullets are the nicest thing coming out of here.
Since I was and will always be a tinkerer, I messed with my things and covered them in runes. Who wouldn't, the ability to grant them power beyond possibilities. I mostly inscribed into my bullets that cool shit happens if I activate them.
Another thing that happened, I was forced on the quidditch team, even the name sounds dumb, I don't even know how the broom works. We tried to learn it and some other students made a mess, and I didn't pay attention cause why would I fly on a large stick.
The other new kid that joined the team was the kid who made that class more entertaining.
And now I stand on our first game holding a stick standing in front a "goal post", it was just a large stick of with a circle at the top. The other "fresh blood" was some dude named Harry. Dumb name in my opinion, sounds too much like hairy, but it doesn't seem like he's made fun of for his name, if anything everyone seem wary of him.
Anyway he's supposed to grab a "golden snitch" whatever that means.
Everyone stands on the ground holding their brooms while the people in the stands go bonkers. I man walks out holding a case and stands there. He places it down on the ground looking at the team captains, he flips the case open and balls shoot into the air followed by everyone one either team.
I'm holding my broom in my hand and throw it away, my goalie partner starts yelling at me but I could care less about what he says. I'm not very competitive but I understand a good opportunity when it hits me in the face.
Reaching down to my belt I grab a wielding mask that has orange flames licking up onto the glass eye slit.
I flip it down and whip out my fire-wand (I combined firearm and wand together) and start firing at the "birds" in the sky.
The people were already surprised by me not flying into the air on my broom to protect the goal, but now I'm using offensive "magic" to attack the opponents. And sadly this isn't something that they can shake off like the magic my teammates are casting.
Making use of my teammates openings they start dropping slowly but surely.
First someone with a bat landing on the ground bleeding from his shoulder, then another who was guarding their goal posts also shot in the shoulder.
I'm not shooting to kill, they are all minors, though they do hold the power of nuclear bombs in their back pockets. And there seems to be to be millions of them if this all their kid's attending this school.
I don't know how many schools like this there are in the world, but the fact they are hidden from the peering eyes of regular people is scary.
The game came to a conclusion when the Harry grabbed a small golden ball as he crash landed in the middle of the ground.