"No, Harry Potter was just really good from the moment he touched a broom, I think? But, you know, he's Harry Potter."

"You know, I've been putting off getting books on the war and him but this lack of cultural context is really starting to get old."

"Why've you been putting it off?"

"Mostly because I wanted to go to all other classes and see if there wouldn't be any other things I'd want to read books on first so I could prioritise better. Other than Flying, I've had all classes, though, so it's Transfig and War for me now, I guess."

"I'd recommend something but I don't know of any good ones. It was so recent."

"I'll probably try to check something out at the library after lunch. I'll also get a book about the Philosopher's Stone, I wanna know if there's anything useful I can learn about breaking magic's rules."

"Sounds interesting."

Karen is still nervous around strange Slytherins and Willow's an obvious Muggleborn, so Miranda addresses him. "Hello."

He looks just as nervous as Karen! And he says, "H-hello. Um. You're Sadde's friends, right?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?"

He looks around as if to make sure no one's looking at him, then says, "Yeah, one of the older Slytherins, um, he jinxed Sadde."

Miranda sighs. "Where is he and what was the jinx?"

"He's in a room just by the DADA tower," the boy says, still looking a bit terrified and glancing over his shoulder every now and then.

"...And what's wrong with him, is he speaking in iambic pentameter or stuck to the wall or what?"

"I'm not sure, he was like floating, the older students said I wasn't supposed to worry about a mud—er, Muggleborn, and said it was for his own good or something and that if I told a Professor they'd do the same thing to me!" His voice becomes a squeak by the end of the sentence.

The boy looks panicked, as if it had honestly not occurred to him that they might go to the Professors instead, but he decides there's nothing he can do about that so he leaves.

Willow watches Miranda get up and decides to do the same, looking worried.

Miranda goes up to Professor Spukhafte. "Professor, our friend was jinxed and he's near your classroom."

The Professor peers at her. "Really? How inconvenient," she says, with a quite strong German accent, and sniffles. "Let's go check on him, ja?" And she gets up and walks quickly towards the exit of the Great Hall.

Miranda follows as briskly as she can, which isn't very.

Willow is brisk! And is proportionally more likely to tripping and bumping and other similar sources of injuries.

Sadde points to his mouth, opening it to show his tongue stuck to its roof, and giggling some.