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[hikikomoriways]

So, the talking hat (which was somehow more intimidating than a talking fridge) had placed Satou in Ravenclaw. The trouble was,he had no idea what that meant, and the bizarre little bug-eyed big-eared creatures he'd seen scuttling around unnerved him too much to try and ask

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[biblerewrite]

Since she couldn't cook with A all the time, the buffet at the great hall was enough to keep her going, and a good excuse to spy on new people.

Of course, sometimes the spying left her with a little more information than she liked. For example, the weirdo underneath the buffet table. A newbie, and obviously not having a very comfortable time with it, among other things. She knelt, a good distance from the guy, and peered at him over the tops of her knees.

[hikikomoriways]

Not having expected to see anyone at eye level, Satou gave her a rather surprised look. She was about Misaki's age, apparently, and cute in a ragamuffin sort of way. He could feel himself starting to flush under the pressure of her gaze.

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River continued to stare, tilting her head to the side after a moment. She could read this guy like a book. A big one, with small words in large font and pictures in case you don't get the hint. He was a buggy one, all right.

"Ravenclaw, huh," she mused after a while. "Interesting choice."

[hikikomoriways]

"What?" He didn't think he'd seen her at his sorting. How had she known? Were people talking about him? Whispering, gossiping, giggling... they were, weren't they? Laughing behind his back!

"Why not?"

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"No reason why not, really," she said vaguely. He was nervous and paranoid, but he was awfully smart, under all that stupid. Still, he was mucked down by his own lack of motivation, unfortunately.

That didn't mean she wouldn't mess with him a little, though.
"You know, if you really want to blame someone for making interesting anime, you should blame the writers, not the station showing them."

[hikikomoriways]

Maybe she'd been listening. Spying.

"The station pays the studios, and the studios pay the writers," he explained. "And the station shows them, exposing vulnerable people to a life of mindless servitude and enslavement!" He may or may not have been thinking of Yamazaki's collection of memorabilia.

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"What about series based on Manga? Sure, the writers are paid, but they make up the stories themselves."

[hikikomoriways]

"The writers are agents of the conspiracy!" he raved, not pausing to further wonder how she knew his theory. "The NHK has agents everywhere. For all I know, you're with them."

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"I'm not a writer," she said mildly, "I'm a cook." status that she was quite proud of.

[hikikomoriways]

"Did you ask all this?" he asked incredulously.

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"No, but I cook with A." She smiled a little. "Special things that the house elves don't think to make."

[hikikomoriways]

Was A a person? That was an odd name. or maybe itt was a nickname. "Are house elves those... little gobliny things? I wasn't sure if other people saw them."

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"I can see them, I'm pretty sure everyone else can." She smiled. "They're normal for here. Not like, you know, furniture coming to life, or anything like that."

[hikikomoriways]

Satou choked at that. She was worse than Misaki!

"I know it doesn't really," he mumbled.

[biblerewrite]

"Not usually. Unless you cast a charm on the furniture. Would you like me to show you?"

[hikikomoriways]

"I don't understand."