Evan Treborn from The Butterfly Effect

[mindwiper_et]

Evan blinked, looking down at his hands and realizing that, somehow, he was back in his own adult body. His hair wasn't the wild mop that he'd had in Sunnyvale Institution and he had his real clothes back.

As used as he was by now to regaining consciousness in absolutely strange situations, he honestly expected something different to happen

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[wrinklesintime]

"Wow, your Hufflepuff answer is impressive," Meg gushed. "Back home, even though I could do the work, teachers hated me, so I never got A's. And, well, it didn't help that both my parents are super smart and I'm, well... not dumb, but not nearly as much of a genius as they tell me I should be."

[mindwiper_et]

Evan snorted, a small smile coming to his face for the first time since he'd arrived.

"Well, for all the good it does, being really good with schoolwork isn't all it's cracked up to be."

[wrinklesintime]

Meg laughed. "I keep trying to tell that to my teachers back home, but they insist I might need to know useless things like Shakespeare or the capital of Bangladesh one of these days. At least there's a practical component to most of the magical classes that are taught here."

[my_soul_itches]

"Ooh! If it's genetic, maybe you're a mutant, too! My friend David was kind of like that, he knew stuff that everyone else knew and he still knows it even though he's not a mutant anymore and it's so useful but I think I like mine better even if it means I have to study more and hi! Welcome to Hogwarts! Did your bar name have to have the f-word in it? Are you really angry or something?"

[mindwiper_et]

Evan winced, realizing his mistake,

"Um, no, it did not. I just didn't realize anyone else would be...well, no, that's not accurate. It's a survey, isn't it? I didn't think it'd be privy for all and freakin' sundry to see."

Evan bowed his head, genuinely contrite. "I'm sorry."

He was certainly used to saying those words.

[my_soul_itches]

"It's kind of like this test... thing... that's supposed to tell which House you go in while you're here, and we all see it and vote. Honestly, I don't think it makes any sense, but that's okay. Oh, and then there's this talking hat that comes in and makes the final decision, so if you see a talking hat don't insult it or else you might end up somewhere really weird. And I'm talking weird compared to the rest of this." She waved around the room, the point somewhat magnified by the fact that it was a teenage girl with pointy ears, large black eyes, pink-and-black hair, and wings flying a little off the ground doing the talking.

"It's okay! Don't worry about it. Wolverine says a lot worse things, but usually when he's angry so I was wondering if you were angry about something. That's okay if you are. It's okay to be angry." She said it as though she was quoting someone--which she was--and beamed. "As long as you don't take it out on people who don't deserve it. Anyway, I'm Megan. What's your name?"

[mindwiper_et]

Evan Treborn," Evan answered immediately before dodging the first question, somewhat.

"I'm not angry at anybody here. It's okay. I don't mean to come off sounding like a jerk."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Psychology major, huh? All right, maybe you can help me. I've been having these dreams lately where I'm being chased through a vat of cheese fondue by giant robots with lasers. What do you think that means?"

[mindwiper_et]

Evan sighed, not wanting to offend the one hallucination who could get him out of this room.

"To be honest, I think it means you had a dream, but if you like, I could throw some phallic symbolism in the mix if you like."

Evan blinked, wondering if the Hat even had a penis to worry about.

"You know, if that's your thing and all."

[ugly_old_hat]

"Oh, yeah. Bring on the phallic symbols, and the Oedipus complex, and whatever that thing is about cigars. I'm a resilient hat. I can take it."

For what it was worth, the hat totally did get around.

[mindwiper_et]

Evan found himself grinning, warming into the act.

"Well, you're in love with your mom, who was born with a penis. Really, it's nothing big -- the fact, not the penis, itself. It's enormous, you're in awe, frankly, and your entire life has been spent trying to replicate your parents' amazing sex life -- with mixed results."

Evan snorted, "You're bi, just like your father. Apple. Tree, and all that."

Gryffindor!

[ugly_old_hat]

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