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This is not a shouting match, but it could get that way any moment now.
"I'm not impugning your quality, Mr. Ollivander, but if you don't want to sell me a wand -"
"I have sold you a wand, Miss Swan, and if you say it does not suffice for your purposes I do not see how else I could possibly interpret you."
"Only in quantity!" she says. "I just want two."
"With an attitude like that you might one day find yourself in possession of two pieces -"
"That's exactly the sort of reason I want a second! If you won't sell me one -"
"I have sold you one, good day, Miss Swan!" Ollivander turns to the next customer. "Pardon her. What can I do for you today?"
chanuphis
always_and_forever
He seems like he's doing pretty okay, so far. He takes a seat between another firstie and an older year, the former grinning at him and the latter congratulating him with pats on the back, and watches the couple of remaining Sortings.
chanuphis
And then McGonagall puts her list of students away, and gives a speech about how the aftermath of the recent conflict should not cause them to indulge any impulses to infighting nor to neglect their all-essential studies, and then it is time for feasting.
always_and_forever
Sadde is... surprised.
Not by food appearing, per se; he has mostly gotten used to the more mundane aspects of magic.
But by the sheer quantity and variety of the food before him.
It takes him a few seconds to recover, while the other students have already started getting their food, but then he very enthusiastically partakes.
Not by food appearing, per se; he has mostly gotten used to the more mundane aspects of magic.
But by the sheer quantity and variety of the food before him.
It takes him a few seconds to recover, while the other students have already started getting their food, but then he very enthusiastically partakes.
msmaxwell
Not as enthusiastically as Willow! She doesn't act as if she's surprised by the food, but she does act as if she hasn't eaten any food in a long, long time. Her plate is fuller than most around her, and she goes for seconds.
chanuphis
The feast goes on a good long while. Miranda, Willow, and one other girl ("Dwimmer, Karen!") are the only new female Ravenclaws this year; there are four boys. It's a small class. ...There are a lot of empty spots at all four tables. Miranda strikes up a conversation with Karen, who seems nice.
always_and_forever
At some point, the older boy stopped talking to Sadde and now seems to be trying his best to ignore him for some reason. The other firsty looks somewhere between uncomfortable and fascinated, and is engrossed in conversation with a pretty relaxed Sadde, who seems completely unaffected by the older boy's behaviour.
chanuphis
Miranda's not sure how to interpret that. Maybe she can ask later.
Dessert! Om nom nom nom nom.
Dessert! Om nom nom nom nom.
msmaxwell
Dessert indeed! Willow seems to have a hard time deciding between talking a lot and eating a lot, and frequently both activities happen simultaneously. She seems to like Karen, but then again, she seems to like pretty much everybody. Also food. She likes food a lot.
chanuphis
At least they won't be having any awkward personality conflicts in their shared quarters.
As dessert is winding down, McGonagall introduces the new professors for the year (a mousy woman called Professor Spukhafte for DADA, and a fellow she introduces as Professor Robledo for Transfiguration, are the only ones relevant to the firsties' curricula; apparently they've had to recruit abroad). She also tells everyone that their prefects will show them to their common rooms and dormitories and distribute their class schedules, reminds them that they are not to duel in the corridors or wander into the Forbidden Forest or antagonize the caretaker Mr. Filch. And she wishes them an excellent year.
As dessert is winding down, McGonagall introduces the new professors for the year (a mousy woman called Professor Spukhafte for DADA, and a fellow she introduces as Professor Robledo for Transfiguration, are the only ones relevant to the firsties' curricula; apparently they've had to recruit abroad). She also tells everyone that their prefects will show them to their common rooms and dormitories and distribute their class schedules, reminds them that they are not to duel in the corridors or wander into the Forbidden Forest or antagonize the caretaker Mr. Filch. And she wishes them an excellent year.
always_and_forever
There is a forest called the Forbidden Forest. Furthermore, it is Forbidden, but apparently still accessible, otherwise that warning would not have been necessary.
He wishes dearly that he could talk telepathically to Miranda and Willow so that he could convey the magnitude of the rolling of his eyes at that.
As it stands, though, he goes up to the appointed prefect and asks, "Hey, um, are dormitories here gender-segregated?"
He wishes dearly that he could talk telepathically to Miranda and Willow so that he could convey the magnitude of the rolling of his eyes at that.
As it stands, though, he goes up to the appointed prefect and asks, "Hey, um, are dormitories here gender-segregated?"
always_and_forever
He bites his lip. That might be a problem. "What happens to students who are boys and girls?" he asks, fairly sure the answer will not be to his liking.
always_and_forever
"...never mind." He decides he'll talk about his Head of House about it, partly because he doesn't want to advertise his metamorphmagic and there's no way he'll convince this person of his genderfluidity without it.
Something else occurs to him, though. "How are students assigned to different dormitories?"
Something else occurs to him, though. "How are students assigned to different dormitories?"
"House, year, and gender," says the prefect, turning to lead him and all the other Slytherin firsties to the dungeons. "So that's you and the other two boys in line all in one room."
always_and_forever
"Yes, but I mean, where do they get the gender information? I'm pretty sure I didn't fill out a form about it."
always_and_forever
"Yes, that's why I'm asking. If you tell me the answer is 'magic' then that will be very interesting."
"I assume there's magic somewhere to tell the house-elves how many beds to make," she says. "Do you always ask this many questions?"
always_and_forever
"No, I typically ask more," he replies evenly, and doesn't ask any more questions. Mostly, he's pretty curious about what solution they'll have come up with for him.
The Slytherin dorm is cool, dim, and opulent. There's a thick glass window showing the lake from underneath; shadows of fish swim by. A fire is going, there are couches and chairs and desks and tables mostly around a well-cushioned wrought iron theme, and there are hallways going this way and that. "Girls with me," calls 'his' prefect, and another one says, "This way, firstie boys," and they depart down separate hallways with students who know which way to go.