It is September 1, 2005 and the beginning of another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Headmistress Agnes Dumbledore has presided over the Sorting and applauded at the first years being placed in their Houses. Each House's table has empty plates and bowls, all to be filled with food once her Welcoming speech has been made
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The magic in the Hall gives her skin a slightly crawly feeling and makes her rub her arms. In a rustle of tight fabric and feathers, she turns to the staff member next to her and asks, "Is it like this every year? With the hat? What's the story about the hat?""
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"It could really use some help with its songwriting, too. I've offered, but it never takes me up on it."
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"Fucking ungrateful hat."
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Phoebe takes another drink of her spiked juice and look over the room. "Is it just me, or do the first years keep getting smaller?"
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She looks down at her plate and frowns. "House elves are slipping, too. They gave me bacon. They know I don't eat meat. It interferes with the Sight."
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Instead she ignores him and speaks to the blonde instead.
"This food is rather... unusual."
She isn't quite sure how to describe its lack of flavor.
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"It's British," she says, as though that's explanation enough.
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"I expect that's it, exactly."
"My name is Ynez Castillo, I'm here this year to teach ritual magic," she introduces herself.
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"Ritual magic? We've never had that subject here. That's good that they're starting to teach new stuff."
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"I beg your pardon?"
It sounds better than "What the hell?"
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