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I am proud to say I am addicted to Harry Potter. I was thinking of writing a story simular to Potter's about a pure blooded boy in a different wizarding school called Serendit. I already finished some of it. I will post it here. Maybe give some suggestions?
MONTURK SILAN: UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Monturk Silan(Mon-TERK Sih-lin, a pureblood that has just turned fourteen, had finally required to get into Serendit 93 Wizaring School. It's been his dream. He was born for magic. Lives for magic, and will die for magic. His mother had died in an explosion four years earlier, and his pure blood father, Radik Silan has signed the letter received from Serendit and Monturk got sent onto the eight-hour train ride.
Seven hours later, the train stopped three miles away from Serendit. Then Monturk remembered, they had to go to Diagon Alley and buy their stuff first. So they took one hour to get all the requirements. The students put on their Sorting Robes and put all their textbooks, spelling books, entertainment books, robes, vests, ties, boots, shoes, long socks, shin guards, Quidditch uniforms, brooms, safety goggles, gloves, an extra pair of each clothes in their suitcases. Since of all the stuff with AN EXTRA COPY, Monturk needed six suitcases. So he got one suitcase for the books and a luggage for the rest. It would be easier.
The train had finally arrived at Serendit. It was about ten times the size of Hogwarts. Like Hogwarts, there were four houses. A tower for each house. But the thing was, each tower was like the size of a mansion. Today was the sorting, and tommorow was the first day of school.
"SILENCE!" Called the conductor, also the co headmaster of Serendit. "FIRST YEARS TO ME. SECOND AND ABOVE GET TO HEADMASTER DUKE!" Monturk was scared by his rush, grizzly yell. By the faces of the other first years, they were too.
"Er erm.." A kid about his height cleared his throat behind Monturk.
"Yes?" Asked Monturk.
"Aren't you excited? Our first year! Imagine how fun it will be! All the broom flying, quidditch playing, reading, spelling--- WAND BREAKING...FARTING ON THE RIDALO'S FA-"
"Argus? Have anything to say to the Rida-" Asked the co headmaster.
"Sir, what is Ridalo?" Called out Monturk.
"Monturk. You're a first year I guess. Ridalo is one of the houses. Houses are the four different colored buildings you see here. They are huge! Basically the houses are your family. You are sorted into the houses by your personallity and character."
They walked to the Announcement Bridge to get their houses.
"NOW." Rushed the headmaster in his loud voice. "WHEN I CALL YOUR NAME, YOU WILL SIT ON THIS STOOL AND PUT ON THE SORTING HAT. IT WILL GO THROUGH YOUR MIND AND PERSONALLITY AND CHARACTER TO SORT YOU IN A HOUSE. REMEMBER. THE HOUSES ARE ORAGA,RIDALO,SATISFADO,AND PARROTBEAK. ORAGA IS FOR THE CUNNING,FULL OF PRIDE AND FAST THINKING ONES. RIDALO IS FOR THE BRAVE, CLEVER AND LOYAL. SATISFADO ARE THE ONES THAT PAY ATTENTION TO ONLY THINGS THEY ADORE, ATHLETIC ONES. PARROTBEAKS ARE THE RUDE, AND WISE ONES. NOW REMEMBER, IF YOU ARE IN ORAGA, BUT YOU ARE ATHLETIC, YOU WILL HAVE TRAITS FROM OTHER HOUSES." Monturk thought the headmaster jinxed him. Monturk was athletic. He LOVED soccer. Monturk was used to calling it football.
"KARZA LENNO." A redhead girl walked up and put on the sorting hat.
Then all of a sudden, the sorting hat talked in a deep, accent voice.
"Well..hmm...your cunning and your fast thinking....ORAGA!"
A muggle born. Nothing wrong with them, but he's never seen a muggle born wizard.
People clapped even louder.
A boy that looked friendly walked up.
They clapped. Who would go next? What if Monturk was l-
He walked up, and put on the hat.
"Your cunning, and fast thinking. ORAG-wait... hold on a minute."
Thank god, Monturk thought.
"You are athletic, loyal, clever and brave......this will be tough..........I have made my decision. RIDALO!"
The Ridalo's were at their table clapping. Nathan, Allison and about 497 more people were clapping at him. He was apart of the 500 Ridalo's.
It's been one hour. About two more were to go.
"ARGUS SANKO." Of course, he was another pure blood.
"PARROTBEAK!" The sorting hat yelled without thinking.
"The last one resigned from Serendit." Called out Nathan. "He's my brother."
"Thank you Aar-I mean Nathan." Thanked Duke. He mistaked him for his brother.
"NOW, STUDENTS OF SERENDIT. YOU HAVE FOUR OPTIONS. STAY HERE, EAT AND TALK AND YOUR ALLOWED TO TALK TO OTHER TABLES. PRACTICE QUIDDITCH AT THE FIELD BEHIND THIS CASTLE. GO TO THE LIBRARY AND READ SILENTLY. ALL I EXPECT THERE IS A WHISPER. OR YOU COULD GO TO YOUR COMMON ROOM AND WATCH TV STUDY READ GO ON YOUR LAPTOP COUNT YOUR GALLEONS OR SLEEP WHATEVER. GO."
Allison then asked out of no where."So what would you and Nathan like to do with me?"
"I-I" Stuttered Monturk. "I would like to go to the common room for a little bit. Practice Quidditch until bedtime afterwards?"
"Let's go!" Yelled out Nathan.
"Alright, so where is the c-"
"Hey, pencil hair." Argus called out, making fun of Monturk's fohawk.
"You're not going anywhere. I want a fight."
"I'm sorry, but your as skinny as a stick. I have better things to do than fight a stick."
"BUURNNNN!!" All the Ridalo's yelled.
"Well then. Silan. I'll break your face at Quidditch Practice."
"Oh no. Better give you a skargen bar so you can practice." Monturk threw Argus a skargen (a chocolate bar that you can break in half made at Serendit) and left with his friends.
It's almost bed time. Monturk lost against Allison and Nathan in Qudditch. He was more skilled at football. Then all of a sudden, "Pencil hair! Over here! Why weren't you in Oraga hmm? Your a pureblood! You belong with us!"
"Who said that if you're a pureblood you have to be in Oraga? Ridalo is my home. I was chosen because I have the traits." Monturk had a point.
"Well then, Silan. Oh. You like football? I'll sign up and Ridalo and Oraga will have a little game."
Monturk was ready. He yelled "WELL TOO BAD THERES ONLY ONE FOOTBALL TEAM AND THAT'S FOR THE WHOLE SCHOOL SO WE WON'T BE GOING AGAINST ORANGA!
"I DON'T CARE!"
Monturk went to the Ridalo common room and thought of his father. Will he ever see him again? Will he ever hear him again? Most importantly, will he forget his own son? Who knows. It's only been a day and he already misses his father. Waking up to pancakes, sleeping after a good day at his house
CH 1 isnt done yet. If you could please give suggestions?