The Magick Of Salem
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The Magick Of Salem
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Black And Gold
As Severus Snape stumbled off the Wizarding International Transportation ship, he thought frantically that he was going to be ill. The ocean had never done anything for him, and the constant rocking of the boat had most definately thrown off his stomach. His pale skin was p tha that it usually was and Minervaonagonagall commented on it, quite mockingly. The potions master returned the teasing remark with a glare that just made the matronly woman laugh harder. Severus took his first look at America, with Professor Sprot, Flitwick, McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore at his side. He straightened and smoothed out his robes, attempting to regain some of his dignity, eyeing Flit who who was sniggering behind his hand.
\"Well where the hell are we?\" Snape asked irritably.
\"Patience is a virtue, my dear boy. We are currently in the Boston Harbor... the Wizarding part of it anyway. Salem Academy is a few miles north and we will be taking a train.\" Dumbledore said, motioning for them all to follow him. The harbor was densely populated and everywhere there were witches and wizards bustling about. All of this did nothing to improve Severus\' health. He was, after all, not a very social person. Much to his relief, the Boston Station was nearby. A burly looking man took their bags as one by one the Head of Houses and Headmaster boarded the steamliner.
Severus took a seat by the window and looked out, dark eyes taking in the new country. He hadnt wanted to come to this god forsaken spit of rock, but as Head of Slytherin, he was obligated. A few months back, all the Wizarding schools around the globe had started the Magical Exchange Program For Students, aptly nicknamed MEPFS. Hogwarts had agreed to take a team of 10 American students into the school for extra education and credit. The four Hogwarts Head of Houses were to pick two students to take back and induct into their respective houses. At this thought, Severus smirked. From what he had heard, Americans were both daft and rude. Boy was he about to be proved wrong... very wrong.
The train stopped rumbling and screeched to a halt infront of a seaside castle. Upon further inspection, the castle rivaled Hogwarts\' size and it even looked like it extended further back than Hogwarts did. The ocean immediately to the left sent sea spray into the air and the ocean draft made the air chilly. Severus thought for a fleeting moment that he was going to be sick again, but recovered. The train thundered away and the five walked toward the wrought iron gates, where the Gatekeeper was waiting. He was a tall, balding man who looked like he hadnt showered in a decade; but he was beaming when he saw them, bustling up to intro him himself.
\"Welcome to America! Beautiful country, eh? I\'m the Salem Gatekeeper, Glacsous Sicone, but you can call me Glass.\"
\'Over my dead body...\' thought Severus moodily as they stepped up to the huge gates reading \'Salem Academy- Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach*\' and Dumbledore, quite perplexed tilted his head and before he even had a chance to ask the obnoxious Gatekeeper what language the motto was in, Severus answered.
\ in in gaelic... now honestly, are we going to stand here drooling at the gate or shall we enter?\"
Glascous frowned at him and let them in, closing the massive gates behind them before hurring up to talk with Dumbledore. Professor Sprout smiled warmly and patted his arm, ignoring the venomous glare that she earned. Finally they climbed the steps leading to the huge doors and Severus sighed. He looks around at the school grounds, noticing the lack of Quidditch field. He was never a fan of the sport but he would gladly become one if it put im apart from the Americans. He brought this lack of Quidditch up to the Gatekeeper.
\"We dont play Quidditch here. The national sport is Polo, actually and all students own at least one horse. The stables are near the west Wing, but I\'ll show you those later on.\"
And with that, the doors were opened and everyone ushered in. It was warm and homey inside the front corridor, a huge banner hung on the wall where the corridor spit into two. The banner read exactly what the gate did, except it was black with gold letters and trim with a gold stallion in the middle. The walls were lined with pictures of equestrians and their mounts, the jockies smiling and waving pleasantly at them. Glascous led them through the left hallway and babbled animatedly about Salems polo achievements while McGonagall and the others talked amongst themselves. Finally the sound of hundreds of students met their ears and they entered the Dining Hall.
All matter of noise stopped in that single instant they made an appearance and Severus could feel their eyes boring holes into him. He took this opportunity to look around at the Hall. It was about as big as Hogwarts\' and over the tables, a banner was hung, all with horses doing different things. One banner was black with silver and had a rearing stallion in the middle. The next was black with green and had a horse jumping over a rather large fence. Another had black with yellow and a horse bucking. The last had black with orange and a horse standing proudly, mane and tail apparently blowing in the wind.
His eyes flicked to the staff table where a tall, regal old woman stood in gold robes, her hands clasped infront of her and smiling towards Dumblebore.
\"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you the Hogwarts representatives. As you know, the MEPFS program is letting students apprentice abroad, and Hogwarts has so gratefully offered to take some American students back to Scotland. May I introduce Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts!\"
A thunder of clapping erupted as albus walked up to the table to stand next to the woman (\"Her name is Madame Hawke\" whispered Glascous).
\"It is my pleasure to be here in America and I look foreward to seeing all potential apprentices. I would like to introduce the four Hogwarts Head of Houses who will also be choosing apprentices. Professor Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration teacher. Professor Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw and Charms teacher. Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff and Herbology teacher and Professor Severus Snape, head of Slytherin and Master of Potions. Let the feast begin!\"
They all walked up to the table wher their names were called and sat when the food was served. It seemed that all eyes were on the staff table and Severus refused to look out at them. He ate in silence and sighed. It was going to be a long four weeks.
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Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach means An akward colt often becomes a beautiful horse
Lol, yeah this is reuploaded because I was having a brain fart and put it into the wrong catagory. Please review and tell me what you think and if I should continue!
Black And Gold
As Severus Snape stumbled off the Wizarding International Transportation ship, he thought frantically that he was going to be ill. The ocean had never done anything for him, and the constant rocking of the boat had most definately thrown off his stomach. His pale skin was p tha that it usually was and Minervaonagonagall commented on it, quite mockingly. The potions master returned the teasing remark with a glare that just made the matronly woman laugh harder. Severus took his first look at America, with Professor Sprot, Flitwick, McGonagall and Albus Dumbledore at his side. He straightened and smoothed out his robes, attempting to regain some of his dignity, eyeing Flit who who was sniggering behind his hand.
\"Well where the hell are we?\" Snape asked irritably.
\"Patience is a virtue, my dear boy. We are currently in the Boston Harbor... the Wizarding part of it anyway. Salem Academy is a few miles north and we will be taking a train.\" Dumbledore said, motioning for them all to follow him. The harbor was densely populated and everywhere there were witches and wizards bustling about. All of this did nothing to improve Severus\' health. He was, after all, not a very social person. Much to his relief, the Boston Station was nearby. A burly looking man took their bags as one by one the Head of Houses and Headmaster boarded the steamliner.
Severus took a seat by the window and looked out, dark eyes taking in the new country. He hadnt wanted to come to this god forsaken spit of rock, but as Head of Slytherin, he was obligated. A few months back, all the Wizarding schools around the globe had started the Magical Exchange Program For Students, aptly nicknamed MEPFS. Hogwarts had agreed to take a team of 10 American students into the school for extra education and credit. The four Hogwarts Head of Houses were to pick two students to take back and induct into their respective houses. At this thought, Severus smirked. From what he had heard, Americans were both daft and rude. Boy was he about to be proved wrong... very wrong.
The train stopped rumbling and screeched to a halt infront of a seaside castle. Upon further inspection, the castle rivaled Hogwarts\' size and it even looked like it extended further back than Hogwarts did. The ocean immediately to the left sent sea spray into the air and the ocean draft made the air chilly. Severus thought for a fleeting moment that he was going to be sick again, but recovered. The train thundered away and the five walked toward the wrought iron gates, where the Gatekeeper was waiting. He was a tall, balding man who looked like he hadnt showered in a decade; but he was beaming when he saw them, bustling up to intro him himself.
\"Welcome to America! Beautiful country, eh? I\'m the Salem Gatekeeper, Glacsous Sicone, but you can call me Glass.\"
\'Over my dead body...\' thought Severus moodily as they stepped up to the huge gates reading \'Salem Academy- Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach*\' and Dumbledore, quite perplexed tilted his head and before he even had a chance to ask the obnoxious Gatekeeper what language the motto was in, Severus answered.
\ in in gaelic... now honestly, are we going to stand here drooling at the gate or shall we enter?\"
Glascous frowned at him and let them in, closing the massive gates behind them before hurring up to talk with Dumbledore. Professor Sprout smiled warmly and patted his arm, ignoring the venomous glare that she earned. Finally they climbed the steps leading to the huge doors and Severus sighed. He looks around at the school grounds, noticing the lack of Quidditch field. He was never a fan of the sport but he would gladly become one if it put im apart from the Americans. He brought this lack of Quidditch up to the Gatekeeper.
\"We dont play Quidditch here. The national sport is Polo, actually and all students own at least one horse. The stables are near the west Wing, but I\'ll show you those later on.\"
And with that, the doors were opened and everyone ushered in. It was warm and homey inside the front corridor, a huge banner hung on the wall where the corridor spit into two. The banner read exactly what the gate did, except it was black with gold letters and trim with a gold stallion in the middle. The walls were lined with pictures of equestrians and their mounts, the jockies smiling and waving pleasantly at them. Glascous led them through the left hallway and babbled animatedly about Salems polo achievements while McGonagall and the others talked amongst themselves. Finally the sound of hundreds of students met their ears and they entered the Dining Hall.
All matter of noise stopped in that single instant they made an appearance and Severus could feel their eyes boring holes into him. He took this opportunity to look around at the Hall. It was about as big as Hogwarts\' and over the tables, a banner was hung, all with horses doing different things. One banner was black with silver and had a rearing stallion in the middle. The next was black with green and had a horse jumping over a rather large fence. Another had black with yellow and a horse bucking. The last had black with orange and a horse standing proudly, mane and tail apparently blowing in the wind.
His eyes flicked to the staff table where a tall, regal old woman stood in gold robes, her hands clasped infront of her and smiling towards Dumblebore.
\"Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce to you the Hogwarts representatives. As you know, the MEPFS program is letting students apprentice abroad, and Hogwarts has so gratefully offered to take some American students back to Scotland. May I introduce Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts!\"
A thunder of clapping erupted as albus walked up to the table to stand next to the woman (\"Her name is Madame Hawke\" whispered Glascous).
\"It is my pleasure to be here in America and I look foreward to seeing all potential apprentices. I would like to introduce the four Hogwarts Head of Houses who will also be choosing apprentices. Professor Minerva McGonagall, head of Gryffindor and Transfiguration teacher. Professor Flitwick, head of Ravenclaw and Charms teacher. Professor Sprout, head of Hufflepuff and Herbology teacher and Professor Severus Snape, head of Slytherin and Master of Potions. Let the feast begin!\"
They all walked up to the table wher their names were called and sat when the food was served. It seemed that all eyes were on the staff table and Severus refused to look out at them. He ate in silence and sighed. It was going to be a long four weeks.
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Is minic a rinne bromach gioblach capall cumasach means An akward colt often becomes a beautiful horse
Lol, yeah this is reuploaded because I was having a brain fart and put it into the wrong catagory. Please review and tell me what you think and if I should continue!