"It is true that my father can do whatever the fuck he wants."

"So can everyone else. They just, y'know, don't."

"I said you were okay, not that you were fantastic or anything."

"I'm going to bed."

He makes a kite.

On a Tuesday evening after finishing up her dinner Miranda goes over to the Ravenclaw table looking for Minor.

The Ravenclaw table is a good place to find Minor!

"So I thought I should get your opinion on the Igbo alphabets I invented," she says.

"There's two, because I've been writing it in English letters all this time - so one of them is just mostly English letters, with some made up letters for anything I had to do with two letter combinations before and some extra markings like you get on French words to show tones. And then there's a complicated one with mostly made up symbols that has the tones and everything."

"That's a good way to do it," he says eagerly.

"The second one is?"

"I mean, I guess the first way'll make it easier for people to learn. But the second way's more - fulfilling."

"Fulfilling?"

"At the end of it you have an Igbo alphabet, not just a way of squeezing it into our system."

"Yeah, that's true. It'll take me more practice to get good at writing in it but it is cooler-looking, too."

"Can I see?"

So she shows him her alphabets, which are side by side in chart format.

And he thinks they are excellent alphabets!

Good. She is proud of them.

"Can you teach me Igbo now? You know, if I don't learn it by the time I'm twelve, it'll be a lot harder. And I'll probably want to know it."

"...what happens when you turn twelve?"

"You get worse at languages."

"Just, all of a sudden? Why?"

"No, gradually. I'm already worse than when I was ten. No one knows why."