Jon Snow - A Song Of Ice And Fire

[starkwhitesnow]

When he steps into the sorting room, he takes a minute to kick mud and snow off the bottoms of his boots. He isn't certain where he's ended, but he is certain it doesn't do well to start by ruining someone's floor. The pause makes the wolf at his side stop, as well; he pauses to rest a hand on it's head, and they look at one another for a moment

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[castleinthesnow]

Sansa was not far behind her husband. Not by design, of course, but she wasn't terribly good at studying, and exploring the castle school rarely ended except with a usually-brief visit to the Sorting Room.

The sight of Jon Snow made her pause briefly. He would surely have heard of her marriage and Joffrey's death, surely, if she had heard in the Vale of his becoming Lord Commander. It was strange, really - all her brothers but Jon dead, Arya wild, she herself nothing more than a piece on a gameboard representing the North. Jon had done the best of them all, with the least, in those lights.

She shook her head slightly and approached Jon with a smile. "It's good to see you again, Jon."

[starkwhitesnow]

He held out a hand to her. "And you." She looked good, at least; it all agreed with her. "I suppose what I ought to say is congratulations. It doesn't seem as fitting as 'how are you'."

[castleinthesnow]

If her smile was perhaps a little tight, well... only someone who'd been watching her carefully in the early days at King's Landing would have been able to tell. "I'm well." Well enough, and she could certainly be worse. That was the best she could hope for. "And I certainly owe you congratulations. I had heard before now that you were elected Lord Commander of the Watch," Myranda Royce hadn't known Jon's name, but Sansa had, "but news is sometimes unreliable, so I wasn't sure until now."

[starkwhitesnow]

"Well and glad for it?" He was watching her carefully. They'd never been close, but while he had means he'd defend his family. "Thank you. Luck and politics played no small part," he said, "or so I am told by some."

[castleinthesnow]

"Well enough." I'm not wholly miserable. It wasn't much. She felt a strange disinclination to lie outright to her half-brother. Too glad to have more family around, perhaps. Her smiel grew a shade less forced at his second statement. "I can well believe it. Luck and politics play no small part with kings, I hear, so no lord will be able to escape it." Ah, Westerosi trickle-down theory: politics flow downward.

[starkwhitesnow]

"Well enough for the moment?" His tone is carefully light. "Perhaps we should talk in some other moment."

He offers an easier smile as well. "It was a short battle, and there's the blessing in it."

[castleinthesnow]

"I'm certain we have a great deal of catching up to do." It was unexpectedly pleasant to have someone understand what she wasn't saying that she wouldn't mind actually talking to. Robb, course, would have been better, or Father or Mother, but they were all dead. "Short battles, if they end well, are the best kind."

[starkwhitesnow]

"And it did, at that. As well as it possibly could, I'd think. but then again, I won. Bias is what it is."

[castleinthesnow]

"I suppose that's true." Few things were worse than being forced into a position you didn't want, but elections didn't work that way. "Better you than... oh, Lord Janos Slynt. I suppose he tried." She didn't doubt it. He was at the Wall, and likely still very puffed-up about his lordship. As though it had ever done him any good.

[starkwhitesnow]

"You've the truth of it," he agrees. "He and others for himself, I think. But it came to nothing."

[castleinthesnow]

"He'd have been a terrible choice," she agreed. "The Watch would have ended up another Lannister army, under him." It seemed obvious enough. "So. As you're my brother," half-brother was closer than no brother at all, "I don't require a bribe to vote you somewhere. Have you a preference?"

And really, a private conversation later was bribe enough.

[starkwhitesnow]

Brother. Not half-brother. He gave her a very warm smile. "As my sister," he tells her, "you had what I offered in bribe already. Where do you see me? The questions for each left me more confused than not."

Vote: Gryffindor

[castleinthesnow]

"They are... unsettling." That was the word for it. Strange questions. "I believe I'll place you in Gryffindor, then. Queen Cersei is there, more's the pity, but it's Arya's house as well as the House of Lady Brienne, whom I suspect you will get along with rather well." Jon, used to the misfits of the Night's Watch, couldn't think too badly of Brienne, and their ideas of honor and duty were similar enough.... "I myself, as well as my lord husband and Ser Jaime, are in Slytherin, but I can't think it would suit you."

She kissed Jon on the cheek. "I am glad to see you again, Jon."

Re: Vote: Gryffindor

[starkwhitesnow]

"Thank you, then. It suits nicely." He accepted the kiss graciously and smiles. "We'll go for a walk, sometime soon."