"Fish. Ms. Fish," says the Residence Director. "Miss Burberry, will that be acceptable to you?"
"Is she going to keep calling her sister a he," Miss Burberry mutters.
"I believe that will be a matter between her and the school healer. Will Antoinette be an acceptable roommate, Miss Burberry?"
"Yeah, I guess," grumbles Miss Burberry. "But I don't want to move."
"Sherlock had no opportunity to settle into her originally assigned room, so I imagine it will make sense for you to stay where you are and for this Miss Stark to take her sister's assigned place. I have every confidence that you will be able to arrange this without adult help. I, meanwhile, need to find where the other Miss Stark has gotten to - unless you know, Miss Stark?"
"Sure, fine," says Miss Burberry.
"Point Me Miss Sherlock Stark," says Ms. Fish, laying her wand flat in her palm. Her wand spins helplessly. "I said, Point Me Sherlock Stark!" This time it gives her a direction, and off she goes.
"Come on," Miss Burberry sighs at Tony, "it's on Patricia Hall."
Tony packs up her stuff. She didn't bring a whole lot of stuff, so it doesn't take much packing. Her eagle gear is last; she just hooks the perch over her shoulder and follows Miss Burberry out.
Meanwhile, Ms. Fish is making unsteady progress to what turns out to be the roof.
Tony corrects her name with another post-it and unpacks her stuff. She doesn't talk to Artemis at all.
Sherlock has found himself a cozy little space between two chimneys, just barely large enough for him to tuck himself into, and he is sitting in it completely motionless with his eyes closed and his arms wrapped around his knees.
"Miss Stark," says Ms. Fish from the little outlet from the attic to the roof. "Students are not allowed on the roof. Come here now."
"Miss Stark, if you do not come off of the roof at once, there will be disciplinary consequences. That would certainly not improve the already inauspicious start to your first year at ACAAM."
Ms. Fish sighs, and casts a Summoning Charm with sufficient force to unwedge Sherlock from the chimneys and call him into a sprawling heap at the stair landing. "In the future, perhaps you will be more responsive to faculty instructions. You will spend your next afternoon free period assisting Mr. Rothschild in the greenhouses with whatever he asks you to do; this will appear on your schedule in case you forget. At any rate, Miss Stark, your sister has generously agreed to exchange roommates with you. Perhaps you will find Miss Swan more amenable to your - habits."
Ms. Fish follows him. "I am making an appointment for you with the school healer, which will also appear on your schedule," she says with a flick of her wand. "I will leave it up to his discretion whether your parents should be contacted or not."
Their paths diverge after they've descended the flight of stairs from the attic to the topmost hall. "Do you know the way to Analisa Hall, Miss Stark?" inquires Ms. Fish.
"I advise you in the strongest possible terms, Miss Stark, to adjust your attitude," Ms. Fish snaps, sticking Sherlock's feet to the floor with a jab of her wand and marching around him to glare down at his face. "Your continued presence at this school is contingent on acceptable behavior. You have already antagonized your assigned roommate past endurance, earned a detention in advance of the beginning of your very first sixth grade classes, and obliged me to use magic to receive compliance on two occasions. I will not assign you further punishments for your rudeness if you will answer my perfectly reasonable question now. Do you know how to get to Analisa Hall?"
"Thank you. That will be all." Ms. Fish releases his feet and goes the other way down the corridor.
Bella is still there. She puts her book down when Sherlock appears. "Hi," she says. "Wow, you got a terrible roommate, didn't you? But now you've got me instead. I'm not terrible."
"Is this just," Bella says, "another thing magic people are old-fashioned about?"
He finds a chair not in use and sits on it.