She is all over it at lunch.
"Okay, so, Transfig is just about the coolest thing," she says first thing to the Ravenclaws as soon as she sits at the table.
...he wonders how much trouble he can get into before curfew.
...is that a bruise on his face?
"Hi!" he says happily.
He grins. "There's a slight possibility that several people woke up and found that their underwear had been mysteriously replaced by another gender's," he says. Then, looking as innocent as a dove, he says, "Of course I had nothing to do with it, but I giggled at the wrong person."
"Naturally, otherwise I'd probably not have heard of the unfortunate underwear mishap."
"Yep. I couldn't possibly have done it myself; as you might know, the girls' dorm doesn't allow any boys in."
"I think none of the girls do, and most of the older boys don't either. I know Jacob knows, but he acts like he doesn't. We also don't talk in public anymore, he's quick to learn. The others, I think they're not sure yet, I haven't been feeling very girly this week so they haven't really noticed how much I change."
"There are so few students in the class, you'd think they must notice that there was a girl in some of their lessons and she's vanished..."
He looks at Karen and says, "Well, it's... I mean, it's like itself? Like, some days I just feel like I'm a girl, and some days I feel like I'm a boy. Some days I don't feel like either of those so I just go with whatever I was before."
"But what do you mean, you feel like you're a girl, or feel like you're a boy, why would that feel like something."
"I mean, imagine tomorrow you woke up as a boy. What do you think you would feel and want to do about it?"
"I don't want to be a boy! I'd be in the wrong room and all my robes would be cut wrong and it'd be weird!"
"...right," Sadde giggles. "So, some days I wake up feeling kinda like that, and it gets better when I morph."
"But don't you sleep in the same room all the time...? And do you have different sets of robes, I wasn't paying attention."
"I do. Anyway, that's why I said it's kinda like that, but it's not really related to anything practical like robes or rooms, it's just..." Who'da thunk, Sadde at a loss for words. "It's itself," he sighs. "It's just feeling like my body should be a certain way and I should be seen a certain way and, erm, yeah. I don't have anything better than this." Shrug.