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[pfantastic]

--*walks into her room, thoroughly miffed* Well. The nerve of some people. I swear there is no decency in men or women these days. *looks upset, delicate tears welling in her eyes--but not spilling, for that would ruin her makeup* All I did was say hello... and I was attacked for it. Oh, this place-- it's no good, it isn't.*plops miserably onto her

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[theboywho_lived]

*probably not who she wants to see but likes to be helpful* Are you OK, miss..?

[pfantastic]

*well...not really, but any bit of attention will do* *looks thoroughly not-OK, but says bravely* I'm sure I'll be... just fine. *sniffle* This place is just full of so many dreadful people--people with no manners or decency. Sometimes I don't know how I get by. *sighs and smiles tragically, prettily* Kind of you to ask, though, Master...?

[theboywho_lived]

*sorry then*

Yeah.. there are alot of people here who... should be avoided.

Oh, sorry, I'm Harry. Harry Potter. Nice to meet you. I hope you run into some nicer people soon then. I'm sure there are some around.

[pfantastic]

*sighs* So I have noticed. Well, pleasure to meet you, Master Harry. *halfheartedly extends a hand to be kissed* We'll hope there are. You are nice enough, at least.

[theboywho_lived]

*smiles a bit* Thanks. *takes her hand and just kind of shakes it a little, as he's not really up on the higher class of gentlemanly manners* And your name is...?

[pfantastic]

*is a bit surprised by the strange hand-shaking, but just half-smiles* I am Miss Pfannee, of Pfann Hall. Though, *sighs* I'm certain you haven't heard of Pfann Hall... almost no one here has. It's terribly respectable where I come from, I assure you. *wistful* Well. Where are you from?

[theboywho_lived]

Er.. sorry, no, I haven't heard of it. I'm from England.

[pfantastic]

I see. I haven't the slightest idea where it is, though I've heard my headmates discuss it once or twice.

[theboywho_lived]

It's in the.. er... world. You... um.. come from another world entirely?

[pfantastic]

*sighs* I imagine so. It seems everyone here is from a different universe. There must be a thousand of them floating around. All I know is that I am from Oz--and that is certainly where I belong.

[theboywho_lived]

Oz...? Like... Elphie?

[pfantastic]

Elphie? --Oh, yes. Elphaba was an acquaintance of mine in school. You know her?

[theboywho_lived]

I have met her, yeah. You're a witch too?

[pfantastic]

*looks shocked* Good heavens, no! Why--the very thought! *flustered* I was a very normal, respectable student at Shiz. It's she and her sister who are the... unusual ones.

[theboywho_lived]

*frowns slightly as he's horribly reminded of the Dursleys calling him abnormal* It's not so unusual, you know... I mean, I'm a wizard myself.

[pfantastic]

*eyes him suspiciously* Is that so? Well, I should hope you don't use your magic to conjure up trouble, like the Thropp sisters did--meddling in other people's affairs and causing a great deal of grief to everyone else, trying to be heroes.