Mathilde stood in front of her students and tapped her wand gently on the table in front of her. It had been a very interesting night of sorting and feasting. She took it all in, creating mental lists of those students she thought would need watching. She looked those students in the eye before beginning.
“I hope those of you who have been sorted tonight have found the experience thrilling. The Phoenix has a unique way of getting her job done, but she never makes a mistake about which coven you belong in.” Mathilde smiled out at her students, each of whom seemed to think otherwise about the Phoenix.
“I know that we have run a little late tonight. I hope you will all excuse the delay, as this year we have had special circumstances. I will not keep you a moment longer from your warm beds.
“Coven Heads, will you please rise?” Mathilde waited while the five professors stood at the heads of their tables. “For those of you who are not familiar with these professors, they are Professor Holoč Semplen, Coven Head of Cernunnos and Master of Herbology; Professor Jessica Kishna, Coven Head of Ceridwen and Mistress of Transfiguration; Professor Erywin Sladen, Coven Head of Mórrígan and Mistress of Potions; Professor Denna Arrakis, Coven Head of Åsgårdsreia, and Mistress of Divination; and of course Professor Madeline Palmescoff, Coven Head of Bloeddewedd, and Mistress of Magical History.
“Now, I turn the students over to you,” she nodded at each professor in turn, “and bid you all a very good night.”
Mathilde turned and left the dining hall.
“I hope those of you who have been sorted tonight have found the experience thrilling. The Phoenix has a unique way of getting her job done, but she never makes a mistake about which coven you belong in.” Mathilde smiled out at her students, each of whom seemed to think otherwise about the Phoenix.
“I know that we have run a little late tonight. I hope you will all excuse the delay, as this year we have had special circumstances. I will not keep you a moment longer from your warm beds.
“Coven Heads, will you please rise?” Mathilde waited while the five professors stood at the heads of their tables. “For those of you who are not familiar with these professors, they are Professor Holoč Semplen, Coven Head of Cernunnos and Master of Herbology; Professor Jessica Kishna, Coven Head of Ceridwen and Mistress of Transfiguration; Professor Erywin Sladen, Coven Head of Mórrígan and Mistress of Potions; Professor Denna Arrakis, Coven Head of Åsgårdsreia, and Mistress of Divination; and of course Professor Madeline Palmescoff, Coven Head of Bloeddewedd, and Mistress of Magical History.
“Now, I turn the students over to you,” she nodded at each professor in turn, “and bid you all a very good night.”
Mathilde turned and left the dining hall.