"You sure do like to say lots of words, don't you," muses Padma.

"Don't be rude," chides Lisa.

"More words tend to help people understand me. I can be briefer if you prefer."

"It's fine, don't mind her," Lisa reassures her.

"So you were the Girl-Who-Lived and just, what, couldn't even interact with anyone who knew magic or anything like that?" insists Mandy.

"My relatives never told me actually, I found out this summer when someone came to take me to get my school supplies. I get the impression they were supposed to but as I said they're not fond of magic."

"...they never told you?" Morag says, the first to break the stunned silence.

"I try not to dwell on it. I don't like being angry. They did have their reasons even if I don't think those were sufficient."

"What reasons?" demands Mandy.

"They don't like magic, more than that they're afraid of it. I'm not really sure why. They were never very happy when I did accidental magic."

"That sounds awful," says Morag, and a boy their year who was listening in reaches around her to pat her shoulder.

"So you must be curious about pretty much everything right? Just like a muggleborn," says Sue Li.

"Yeah, I bought a bunch of books above the usual school supplies and spent most of my time since then reading. There's still a lot I don't know though."

"Every muggleborn did," says Brian Mendel, one of the boys who got Sorted into her House this year. "Or at least I'd expect every Ravenclaw muggleborn to. What's the point of being in a magic school and not doing that?"

"I can't imagine living without magic," shudders Anthony Goldstein, another first-year.

"What in particular would you miss?"

"Well I couldn't do it but—cleaning stuff, can you imagine doing that by hand? Or cooking, dad has the coordination of a drunk opossum, if he had to cook by hand instead of by magic we'd all be doomed—well, guess mum could cook instead, she used to when she didn't know about magic, but it's been years," he explains. "And I've seen muggle toys—mum bought me some, said I should get to know some of my 'muggle heritage,'" he adds, with air quotes. "They're really boring—they don't do anything!"

"Being able to cook and clean with magic would be nice. I'm used to doing without but I don't really enjoy either one. What sorts of things do magic toys do?"

Toy broomsticks! Dolls that move and walk! Floating puzzles! Wizard chess! Plush hippogriffs that fly around! The muggleborn kids around are jealous.

Sarah is jealous too but she's used to being jealous. "That all sounds cool."

Eventually they're done with lunch and have a break (alongside Hufflepuff and Slytherin) until 2:30, when there's Transfiguration with the lions.

Sapphire glances around the room as people start walking out. She wants to get to know her dormmates more but she also doesn't want to only know her dormmates.

Well, the Hufflepuffs and the Slytherins also have a break until next class!

Does Dayo look busy?

She is Chatting To People but in a group and not otherwise occupied.

She walks over, "Hello Dayo."

"—oh, hiya. Guys, this is Sarah Potter. Sarah Potter, these are the guys."

"Oh, the Sarah Potter?" the girl named Pansy Parkinson asks. "Oh my. Such an honour. It is my greatest pleasure to meet you," she says, in spite of having already met her.

"Didn't we meet on the train?"

"I'm sure I would remember such a moment fondly, and I have no such fond memories," Parkinson sighs.

"Oh shut up," a different girl says, rolling her eyes. "I'm Davis. Tracey. It's nice to meet you."