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Greg takes a seat next to Kenneth, leaning over to look at the schedule. "I've looked into potions a bit in my free time before I got here. Not a whole lot, but I think I have some of the basics down. Hopefully we can get through it if we put our heads together." "In return, could you give me a hand in Flying? A bit nervous about that."
Greg is scarfing down too much food to pay attention to the newcomers, but the mention of classes brings him to the conversation. "Well, if we get too lost, hopefully we could ask someone what stairway to take and when."
"Morning!" Greg responded happily, before nudging Kenneth's shoulder. "Quit staring." Greg jokingly whispered, unaware of Kenneth's thoughts. "I was a bit worried since we all got split up after the ride here, but it seems like we'll be able to meet just fine."
Greg lazily awakes, not used to his new bed. "Alright." he mumbles. Dressing himself and brushing his teeth without much of a word, Greg manages to catch up to his excitement from yesterday when he finishes. "I could use something to eat about now."
Greg smiles. "Alright. That would also give us some time to find out where the kitchen is. You know, for this raid we're discussing in jest."
"Well, it would be annoying to get someone who was hungry more food at this hour. I'd hate to have to raid the kitchens."
Greg falls onto his bed without even bothering to take off his shoes. "Ugh, still feel stuffed from dinner." "So I guess that's it for school introductions? Any guesses on what we'll do tomorrow?"
Gah! Thanks for being patient. I've been getting ready for my exams, which are (of course) all schedule on adjacent days.
"I call the one closest to the door!" Greg says. "Um, if that would be good with the rest of you." He adds sheepishly.
Gryffindor: Greg shrugs. "Maybe if anyone outside the house ever learns it? Though they seem more like open secrets - anything like that will ricochet around the school until everyone and their mother knows it."
Greg chuckles. "Well, I brought earplugs in case any of you do, and it should be all quiet on the western front for me."
Eager to leave tense situations, Greg happily picks up Kenneth's diffusion. "No-no I haven't. Here, can someone pass them down?"
Greg takes some chicken, along with some corn and peas when the image of his mother echoes in his mind. "Well, Ciaran, if you only have half the knowledge in the world, then I suppose people like me with only muggle parents would be the other half. I assure you, it isn't much better on this side."
Greg audibly gulps, doing his best to keep his legs from shaking as he moved forward and sat down. Taking a deep breath, he closes his eyes to not meet with anyone else's.
"Alright, but what's the House Cup supposed to be for anyway?" Greg looks confused. "Just a year long competition to see which house is the best? Is there really anything out of it other than, well, your house on a cup??"
Greg notes how large the school is, having never seen anything quite like it. In a state of awe, he momentarily forgets to help the other students, instead staring upwards and stumbling forwards. Catching himself, he quickly turns around. "Ah, sorry!" Greg mumbles, before eagerly helping the other students out of the boats.
Greg picks up his own boat's lantern, and takes the time to appreciate the view of Hogwarts. It was certainly imposing, especially at this hour, but Greg felt a bit more comfortable seeing it. It helped that he didn't have to bother himself with rowing, either.
I think Greg fits into Gryffindor or Hufflepuff more than the others, so... 1 - Gryffindor
Gryffindor it is!
Greg looks over to Ciaran's boat, eager to talk to the amazingly large man. But, that would leave Anora alone. And we can't have that. Greg quickly considered. "Here, Anora! It looks like there's an open boat! Greg waves his arms to get her attention. "Come on, we can go together." He smiles.
As Kenneth reenters the cabin, Greg moves out to go change. "I imagine before dinner, if we're seated by House. I don't know where we would sit otherwise."
"Well, this book I got seems to be helpful on potions." Greg says. "I mean, I don't know what half of the ingredients are, but I understand most of it, I think. I question someone's sanity in wanting to drink it, though."
"Whoa." Greg states in wonder as Anora levitates the cookie. Sure, he had seen quite a bit of magic so far, but seeing someone do it right in front of him was pretty awesome. "So what's the point of having every flavor of bean? Surely more than half of them are disgusting." Greg pauses. "Then again, that's the same for normal - er, muggle - jelly beans too. What's up with that? Wouldn't it be more popular if there were only good ones in there?" As Anora and Kenneth practice, Greg dutifully watches, not quite sure what's happening in terms of magic theory but finding it intersting nonetheless.
Greg smiles to the trolley woman. "No, thank you. I've had enough sweets for a while." Greg says, reminiscing on all the chocolate he had the day before. "Wizard... football? American or European?" Greg asks, not quite sure to which Kenneth was referring.
"I can't imagine flying on a broom. Isn't it a bit dangerous, going up so high? Do people get injured often? I think I'll pass either way, but it would be nice to know." Greg asked. Looking over at Kenneth, Greg grinned. "Kenneth looks a bit too wiry in my opinion. Not enough meat on his bones. But I suppose there are likely positions in quidditch that don't require much muscle, hm?"
Greg nodded to Kenneth's explanation. The house structure seemed a bit strange for a school, but considering most of everything was strange, Greg decided to simply move along with it. "Oh, so I don't suppose I'd make it into Slytherin, then, since neither of my parents were wizards. Maybe I could be a Gryffindor!" Greg takes a cookie from Anora's bag, smiling. "Thanks. So how accurate is this Sorting Hat?"
"What kind of Toad is Kermit? Me Da says that the Witchdoctors of some of the wilder tribes of the world lick Toads as part of their Spirit Quests. Is Kermit a lockable toad?" Ciaran began to sketch the toad before looking up at the boy who held him, waiting for his answers. "Oh! Well, um, I believe so. Though I don't think it would bring you on a Spirit Quest, whatever that is. I can't imagine it would taste very good either. But, yes, technically lickable." Kermit shuffled on Greg's lap, apparently not comfortable with the prospect of being licked. Greg smiled at Vincent, finding an odd comfort with him. "It's been quite a jarring time between the letter and now. I didn't expect it to come to my home by owl. Boy, that gave my mother a fright. But now, here I am!"
Seeing everyone take out their pets, Greg jumped up with a shock. "Kermit!" He opened up his suitcase, bringing out a particularly large-looking toad. "Sorry about that." He said, placing Kermit into his lap. On the topic of wands, Greg pulled out his own. "The man running the store said mine was, er, Hawthorn and Flooper - no, Fwooper Feather. It's a little too large for my tastes. Do we have to carry these around everywhere?" Hearing the commotion, Greg looked a bit nervous. "Gosh, I don't suppose there are fights at this school, are there?"
Greg made his way through the train, his brain still a bit scattered by the strangeness of the situation. While his time purchasing what he had needed for the year had shown him enough magic, it was as if this final trip was the nail in the coffin for whatever world he left behind. Seeing a cabin filled with three, Greg makes his way into it without a second thought. "Sorry, most of the other cabins are full, or have a bunch of older students. Do you mind if I sit here, instead?" Without waiting much for an answer, Greg takes a seat. "I'm Greg. Greg Douglas-Fir. What's your name?" Greg asks, turning to Kenneth.
This picture will work for now, but will definitely need to change it as the years go on.
4th, then, following Vitaliano's pattern. |
