ONE HUNDRED TEN

[tehpuck]

Comments

[reginagloriae]

Huh. Wouldn't have thought... Gryffinder too, sir?

[tehpuck]

That's what it seems like, yes. And tell me, dear, are you all alone in your cold, dreary dorm? Needing some company, I'll bet.

[reginagloriae]

No hardly, sir, I'm in a classroom full with other classmates doing magic...

[tehpuck]

Sir? No need to be so stuffy and formal, you may call me Robin.

[reginagloriae]

But...

If you prefer it, Robin-san.

[tehpuck]

And you would be...?

[reginagloriae]

I was rude, sorry about that. Youko Nakajima... Sixth Year Gryffindor. Whatever that means.

[tehpuck]

Youko, how exotic. Hmmm. It's workable. And, yes, Griffyndor, I honestly am having difficulty caring about this whole mess; don't worry too terribly about it.

[reginagloriae]

It's Japanese. Right. I don't look Japanese anymore... You're not worried about this castle and the classes?

[tehpuck]

Not really. It's... amusing. Terribly so. And obviously meaningless; look where they put me.

[reginagloriae]

The house of courage. Huh. They put me here, too. I think... I think I should be in the blue house with all the bookworms.

[tehpuck]

I think I should be in the green house with the Benedict Arnolds and other bastards, but we can't seem to have it all. And this shade of red clashes terribly with my hair.

[reginagloriae]

Your hair? Think about mine. I didn't need more red in my life.

[tehpuck]

Yes, but my hair takes eternal precedent. That's the first thing you'll learn from keeping at my heels, Youko, and it only gets better from here.

[reginagloriae]

A-Alright. No modesty.