A tall, statuesque woman, so blonde her hair looked to be nearly white and dressed in elegant looking black pants and an equally flattering black halter top, appeared in the Sorting Room. She didn't look confused or disoriented, and she moved with grace and purpose to the table holding the application. She picked up the application and skimmed
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Until he got to 'polygamous'. Hi. And then the application was over. When did that happen? Oh well.
"I'm Ron!" He was Ron.
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She once again ignored him and smiled at Ron. "Hi. I'm Caprica."
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"So. You probably want a House, right? Got any leanings...? Towards Houses."
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Gaius wandered back over, a martini glass in hand and a look of supreme amusement on his face. "Oh, is that all you're going to tell him? Boys his age dream of talking to someone who looks like you. Have a heart. Oh wait, I forgot, you're a machine. No heart to be found."
She wasn't quite able to hide the look of sudden hurt from showing on her face, though she covered it up quickly. "Could you tell me more about them? About Hogwarts?"
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"All I was ever told is that Gryffindor is for the brave and Hufflepuff is for the useful. I don't know about the others," she replied in an attempt to be helpful.
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"Thanks," he lied. He then looked back to Caprica. "Sorry, I couldn't really find out what's up with the Houses right away. I can mail Harry or even Pro- Mist- Dumbledore."
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She listened to the descriptions intently. It was rambling and slightly confusing, but she followed along. "Suspicious activity--got it." Gaius chuckled. "Believe me, I understand all about missions. Is this Harry the one from the questions? Just out of curiosity."
She smiled at the girl. "Hi. Are you new here as well?"
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She glanced over at Ron. So, he knew the people who were mentioned in the application questions -- he'd mentioned a "Dumbledore" just now. "So then who are Fred and George?"
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He glanced at Caprica. "Well I could get something in the medical wing for you. I think Muggles used to eat gravel, which I can't help but think would exacerbate things. We got better methods here, trust me."
He then moved to answer both of them. "Fred and George are actually my brothers. Uh, really, they're not into Harry. Trust me, none of them are into blokes. And yeah, Harry was my best mate in school. Nice guy, real tops. Dating my sister now, so like I said... Where are you two from?"
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She shook her head at Ron. "No, I'm sure I'm fine. But thank you." She had no idea what a muggle was--some sort of bird, perhaps? Birds were such strange creatures, when you sat down and thought about it. Tiny flying miracles.
She thought it out, and then said, "If Gryffindor is for the brave, then why ask about that? It makes more sense if there's tight clothing involved like you'd mentioned, but not much." She spoke in the tone of someone trying to puzzle things out by speaking out loud--which was exactly what she was doing, really. "I'm from several places. I lived on Caprica for a few years, New Caprica for a while after, and occasionally on a Cylon Basestar. Most recently I was on a Colonial ship, the Galactica."
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"Gravel...?" she muttered, wondering just what sort of people Muggles were. How unappetising.
And in answer to Ron's question, she replied, "And I'm from Wisteria, in southeastern Amestris. That's where I've lived for the past several years, no moving around for me."
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He casually leaned against the sorting table, getting used enough to Caprica to speak like a normal person. "So, I guess the old ways to sort people still stands. Though even so, some Houses I remember being rougher than others. I wouldn't want to sort either of you anywhere you'd hate."
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She shrugged, still smiling. "You've been here for a while, so I'll trust your judgment in regards to where I should go."
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Noting Ron's not-so-subtle thing for Caprica, Ruby suggested, "Should I let you two talk privately? It's not as though I know enough about this place to contribute anything important."
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