"I intend to find out."

"Maybe I'll take it next year if it's cool and I don't love Herbology. Or maybe I'll take magizoology, that was my second choice for this year."

"What put Herbology in the lead? Its applicability to Potions?"

"Yeah. Magizoology is applicable too, I'll take it eventually, but it would mostly be - conversationally helpful, not academically, you know? I could stop asking people things like 'wait, are nundus really that big or are you exaggerating for effect'."

"And what was the quoted size of the nundu in question?"

"Quote, 'the size of Lake Erie', end quote."

"Exaggerated. But by less than if it had been, for example, any of the more common species of dragon."

"Yeah. Dragons are cool. Magizoology would probably be more fun. I just think Herbology with the Potions applicability will be more useful, so that's a reason to do it earlier."

He nods.

"Come on, let's go to the welcome feast." And off she skips.

He follows.

Tony is at the welcome feast too! And she is already sitting with Feral, which means they have plenty of space.

That is depressingly convenient! Down sits Bella. "Hi, Tony, hi, Feral! How're you?"

"I am awesome," says Tony.

"Me too," says Feral. "The elves let me help with the feast."

"Cool, which stuff did you cook?"

"Desserts!" he beams. "Cupcakes and brownies. They're really good."

"I will save room for dessert, then."

"Good plan," says Feral.

"But the rest of it is good too," says Tony. "Man, decisions are hard."

"I bet if you go to the kitchens later and say 'those tea-infused pork medallions looked scrumptious but I didn't have room for any', the elves will make you some."

"Ooh."

"They totally will," says Feral. "I better go with you, though, or they'll be sending you back to your room with a cart. They get kind of enthusiastic."

"It's a deal," giggles Tony.

"Do they have carts?" laughs Bella.