#madmanwithaplan

//Well you don’t say. I have four OC’s with Hogwarts verse.

You have a Hogwarts verse

I have a Hogwarts verse

"But what if the hat rejects me, Troy?" "Tessa, the hat doesn't reject people. It just tells them who their house is going to be. Who their school family is." "But you're my family! You're my brother!"

Troy Jackson sighed as he walked with his little sister off the train. She'd been growing increasingly nervous since she got on the Hogwarts Express. The little blonde girl with pigtails was biting her lip, fidgeting in her uniform with its uncolored hem. That would be magically adjusted.

Troy's own hem was red, a proud, brave Gryffindor. Which also meant he could be reckless and not think things through. His father had been thrilled, his mother rolling her eyes (She'd been a Ravenclaw).

"What if I'm not Gryffindor like you?" Tessa frowned as she looked up at her brother, starting his third year. "Well. You're clever. You'll be like Mother then." Troy laughed softly. "I've got to get to the carriages, you head to the row boats."

Tessa swallowed as Troy walked away, looking toward the boats and the other children who had no robes. She didn't know any of them. She wasn't good at making friends. She didn't know how. She'd always had Troy around, and sometimes met his friends.

A little girl with black hair waved her down and smiled. Tessa blushed and sat in the boat, watching as they moved through the water. The Castle of Hogwarts loomed over them and she gulped.

The rest of it blurred together. Other eleven years olds. Some proud. Others uncertain. Others excited. Tessa was fidgetting still when her name was called.

"Jackson, Tessa!"

Her eyes scanned the room and she spotted her idiot brother give her a thumbs up. She smiled nervously as she sat on the stool, shutting her eyes as the ragged hat was put on her head.

Potential in this one, lots of potential... She heard it murmuring. She gulped once.

A bit nervous. Loyal, I see, to blood, to family.

But clever too. Very clever.

Well there's not mistake. Obviously...

"Slytherin!"

Tessa's heart stopped as the hat boomed out the house name. Oddly she had not considered nor prepared herself for her robes turning green in the hem. Her face paled a bit, making her resemble a ghost as she tried to seek out her brother's face among the Gryffindor's.

        ❝ Why is that you lurk around, as if you are hiding?

                    Would you not like to enjoy this lovely day instead?

My Adventurous Mail Carrier. 

I pray thee, Troy, find this sonnet sweet.

While I could see you by only my ear,

You were there by me in almost a beat.

You promised me an adventure, quite soon.

A walk in the woods or a letter drawn.

But while I wait, I'll just sing thee a tune 

For I know your word is one to count on.

You and your sister are now close to me

Though you are new in my dear Camelot.

And I am so relieved that you like tea. 

Though writing this poem has taken some thought.

Writing it makes me merrier. Thank you, 

My Adventurous Mail Carrier. 

Signed,