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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So, basically, laughing at him.
"Ha, yes, new here, well, maybe I am. So, what, that doesn't mean anything, does it? Everyone starts somewhere!"
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"The food neither runs away nor does it run out," I say. I pick up my cup of tea and look at him, deliberately glaring to unnerve him. Let's see how amusing he can be, then.
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"I can have it. I was told I could have it."
Of courrse, it's not like he was above stealing food.
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She'd been knitting a lot, since Amaranth had introduced her to it. It was far more satisfying than painting, which she'd never been able to do quite the same way that humans could. Painting required instinct. Knitting could be achieved by following a pattern. She was very proud of everything she'd created so far.
Which is why she was now wearing a lime green scarf, navy blue hat and gloves, yellow leg-warmers and a bright red cardigan over a silver sequinned cocktail dress. There were a lot more scarves and several hats back in her room, but she couldn't put them all on at once. It would have looked silly.
She crouched down to peer at the young man under the table. "What are you eating?"
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"Fish," he said warily.
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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.
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"Ravenclaw, huh," she mused after a while. "Interesting choice."
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"Why not?"
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"You don't need to hoard the food, young man, the house elves will bring more if needed. Or they can bring whatever you wish to eat," he added, sipping at his wine.
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Wishbone was feeling loads better, though it hurt to lay on that side, so he left Ravenclaw to explore.
He smelled lots of yummy food in the Great Hall, but before he could try to sneak away some, a house elf stopped him with a plate of the food he could eat all ready for him.
Woocha! Thank you! And Wishbone dug into his plate with gusto.
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Hi!
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Maybe it was a flashback. Well, no reason to be rude to a hallucination,
"Er, hello."
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