escape from the Sorting Room ((closed for Rory, Amy and the Doctor))

[thefuturemrpond]

So, Rory was in Gryffindor. House of the brave (and the matchmakers, apparently). Part of him was flattered, even if the decision had been made by a sentient and very disturbing piece of headgear

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[ducklesspond]

Amy was equally pleased to be freed of the Sorting Room. It meant she could explore their new surroundings at will. But what fun was exploring alone? Half the joy of it lay in sharing the experience.

Happily, she didn't have to go it alone.

"Isn't this brilliant?"

[thefuturemrpond]

"It's..." All right, forget about the demons and the giant squids and people who thought leather was a fashion statement. This was a school to learn magic. Actual magic. With Amy.

He gave her a slightly wobbly smile. "Brilliant, yeah. Think I need a shower, though."

[ducklesspond]

"Absolutely. Shower. Perfect way to get refreshed, yeah?" She wasn't trying for a dazzling smile, but her face was alight with excitement. "What do you suppose the plumbing here is like?"

[thefuturemrpond]

"...I hope they've got plumbing." He hadn't thought of that, until now. "There must be, right? I mean, it's a castle, but it's a magic castle."