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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?"
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chanuphis
always_and_forever
Sadde tries to mimic it, and fails pretty miserably. "Well I like Miranda," he says, and Willow giggles.
always_and_forever
Eventually they arrive at the Great Hall, and Sadde is, not to put too fine a point on it, stunned. He gapes at the floating candles and the enchanted ceiling and the decoration and all those people wearing robes and wix hats.
msmaxwell
Willow is equally astounded, but her reaction to that is chattering endlessly about everything she sees, with a lot of ooohs and aaahs at the architecture and enchantments.
chanuphis
McGonagall shushes them.
And explains the sorting procedure, and starts reading off names alphabetically by last name.
Of the three, "Maxwell, Willow!" is first, if not particularly early in the crowd.
And explains the sorting procedure, and starts reading off names alphabetically by last name.
Of the three, "Maxwell, Willow!" is first, if not particularly early in the crowd.
msmaxwell
She's shushed by McGonagall, but looks very nervous. When it's her turn, she... freezes. Sadde gives her a little push, which is enough to get her going, but she feels like her shoes are made of lead, tripping over them once and almost falling but steadying herself before actually falling, then sitting under the Hat, with eyes closed.
She spends only about ten seconds there before the Hat cries out, "Ravenclaw!"
She opens her eyes and beams enormously, quickly scrambling towards that table while Sadde mouths a 'congratulations' to her, joining in on the applause.
She spends only about ten seconds there before the Hat cries out, "Ravenclaw!"
She opens her eyes and beams enormously, quickly scrambling towards that table while Sadde mouths a 'congratulations' to her, joining in on the applause.
chanuphis
"Swan, Miranda!" comes a bit later.
Miranda walks slowly and levelly to the stool where the hat is.
She puts it on.
I bet I know what you're thinking but quit thinking it.
Oh, says the hat, but I don't know that you've really considered this from all the angles.
Angles have nothing to do with it. It'd be a rock around my neck I don't want. Whose benefit are you proposing to sort me for? Because if you try to sort me for the greatness of Slytherin house I won't even unpack. I'll go to the Owly. The insult would hardly be good for the greatness of Slytherin house.
Slytherin could help you on your ascent -
Maybe that's the motto, or something, but help is the last thing I'd get out of that, now, in this climate, with my parents. I will go to the Owly. Do you think I'm lying?
You won't have it any other way, then?
I mean, it doesn't absolutely have to be Ravenclaw if you have a different second choice. I won't leave the country over Hufflepuff. But no Slytherin.
But your ambition, your thirst for power, your -
I will fit in just fine in the smart house.
There is a pause, and then the hat yells, "RAVENCLAW!"
Miranda goes and sits with Willow.
Miranda walks slowly and levelly to the stool where the hat is.
She puts it on.
I bet I know what you're thinking but quit thinking it.
Oh, says the hat, but I don't know that you've really considered this from all the angles.
Angles have nothing to do with it. It'd be a rock around my neck I don't want. Whose benefit are you proposing to sort me for? Because if you try to sort me for the greatness of Slytherin house I won't even unpack. I'll go to the Owly. The insult would hardly be good for the greatness of Slytherin house.
Slytherin could help you on your ascent -
Maybe that's the motto, or something, but help is the last thing I'd get out of that, now, in this climate, with my parents. I will go to the Owly. Do you think I'm lying?
You won't have it any other way, then?
I mean, it doesn't absolutely have to be Ravenclaw if you have a different second choice. I won't leave the country over Hufflepuff. But no Slytherin.
But your ambition, your thirst for power, your -
I will fit in just fine in the smart house.
There is a pause, and then the hat yells, "RAVENCLAW!"
Miranda goes and sits with Willow.
always_and_forever
A few more people, then: "Woods, Sadde!" She even gets the pronunciation right!
Sadde walks towards the hat, not slowly and levelly like Miranda, but not shuffling along like Willow either. Long, confident strides are more like it, though what's long for an eleven-year-old is not exactly that much.
Hello! Sadde says first thing.
...hello, the hat greets back. Aren't you a little stumper?
Lemme guess, pretty evenly matched between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, right?
Yes, though since you're a muggleborn you probably—
Oh, no, not at all, put me with the snakes.
...really?
Yep!
If you're sure... "SLYTHERIN!"
Sadde grins and takes off his hat, waving at a disbelieving Willow and walking towards the Slytherin table with the same easy confidence.
Sadde walks towards the hat, not slowly and levelly like Miranda, but not shuffling along like Willow either. Long, confident strides are more like it, though what's long for an eleven-year-old is not exactly that much.
Hello! Sadde says first thing.
...hello, the hat greets back. Aren't you a little stumper?
Lemme guess, pretty evenly matched between Ravenclaw and Slytherin, right?
Yes, though since you're a muggleborn you probably—
Oh, no, not at all, put me with the snakes.
...really?
Yep!
If you're sure... "SLYTHERIN!"
Sadde grins and takes off his hat, waving at a disbelieving Willow and walking towards the Slytherin table with the same easy confidence.
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
Miranda did not snack much on the train and did not have a big breakfast. Om nom nom.
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?"