"That is a bit better but it's not very different in underlying gameplay, is it?"

"I think he was going for 'less frustrating Quidditch', not 'new broomstick game', yeah."

"It does sound like it would be that except for the part where apparently no one will play it."

"My father's many gifts do not include 'getting people to do things he wants'. On that front I'd say he's actively worse than random chance - no, that's not fair, he's a brilliant rhetorician when he's trying. He just rarely applies himself there and it's even more rarely the best use of his time."

"I wouldn't actually imagine the likeliest path to a Quidditch revision involving rhetoric."

"Well, he's the same with marketing."

"Fair enough."

"My mother's much better at understanding people and being patient with them and noticing them, but she would not consider fixing Quidditch to be a good use of time."

"It isn't actually, it's just so temptingly stupid."

"I know!"

"I'd sooner invent an entirely new game if I were going to do that, though, and I'd want to have ever flown a broom first. And it's probably a lower priority than the alphabet and I'm not even doing that so far."

"What is at the top of the priority list?"

"Oh, school stuff."

"Good for you!" And the food is replaced with desserts and he has dessert recommendations!

Mmmmm dessert recommendations.

The elves are really excellent at cooking!

And Miranda goes to the library and checks out some books and spends the evening reading them in the common room and goes to bed and then turns up to breakfast.

And a silver eagle owl will swoop in and bring her a singing mustard leaf and a bottle of cut-plant longevity potion for it, along with instructions about how to brew the potion and a note - 'it's not in the first-year curriculum after all, but I checked all the tolerances and it's entirely safe for you to try if you'd like!'

...that's very nice of him. She giggles and looks up and down the table till she spots him, and smiles.

He beams back at her and then returns to his conversation.

Miranda has History first on Tuesday, but she has Charms second. If Minor will show up before classtime officially starts today she has a question.

He does! They got let out of Potions early on account of one of the Gryffindors making a mess and filling the whole courtyard with hazy purple smoke that made your voice high-pitched.

"Your brother got me a present," Miranda tells Minor.

"He does that," he says indifferently, sitting down. "What'd he get you?"

"Singing mustard leaf and a potion to keep it from wilting. And instructions for the potion."