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From:

bitty_justice

That's so strange.

[But Miles says it with a smile, warm and wondering, because it's strange in the good way. Strange in the way of hidden things, mysteries to uncover; he likes that strangeness so very much. He loves his life back home; there's no question of that. He loves his dad, and he loves his home, and he loves his old school. But there's so much here to explore and to know. People living their lives with magic and only magic.

Though on the downside - ]

Though I guess that means you're going to be at a different level from me at school, aren't you? If you've been doing magic all your life.

From:

parumcanis

small>[He was ready to defend, but Edgeworth's smile is enough to confirm what he'd suspected: that he's suitably impressed and pleased and happy with the world, and that's good enough for Sirius. Less work for him to do to convince him.]

Nah, we're not allowed to do magic outside of school. Underage magic isn't permitted. [And he has to boast--] 'Course, I've still done a little.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles' glance is a bit chiding. But not too much so. Because Sirius Black is weird, and mad, and a little rude, and ridiculous, and Miles desperately hopes they end up in lessons together and maybe even in the same House together. Miles doesn't think he's ever been so comfortable speaking with anyone.]

So I'm not going to be very behind? I've already read the textbooks. The basic concepts don't seem so hard to grasp.

From:

parumcanis

[Sirius only grins in the face of that glance, entirely unashamed. Really, he's proud if anything. Why shouldn't he have done a bit of magic on the side? He's entitled to, if his uncle offers his wand for a test run, who in their right mind would refuse?

But he's quickly distracted by his disbelief.]

You read a textbook?

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles is surprised in turn by Sirius' surprise. He tilts his head to the side curiously.]

Yes. The - textbooks we were assigned to buy. I read through the first three chapters of each of them at the very least. A bit more on some of the others. Transfiguration seems fascinating.

From:

parumcanis

But it was summer holidays! It wasn't even holidays, you weren't in school yet-- you did homework before it was assigned?

[This is insane. He stares at Edgeworth, caught mostly on the side of incredulity.]

From:

bitty_justice

Of course I did.

[And Miles stares incredulously right back.]

I had free time. And I don't want to be spending all my time outside of class these first few weeks on homework.

From:

parumcanis

They're not going to give us that much homework!

[Hope... fully.]

You're mental, reading textbooks for fun. [He doesn't sound particularly judgmental about it--more fond and incredulous than anything else.]

From:

bitty_justice

Well, it's not for fun! [He reconsiders - ] Or, well - not just for fun. It's also the only source of information I had about all of this for a month. And a pamphlet. Which had typos.

From:

parumcanis

[He rolls his eyes--but it's more a gesture of dismissal than any real irritation, because he's smiling a second later.]

Yeah, well, now you've got me. You don't need books any longer.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles does try admirably to sniff, tries to look haughty - but a broad grin blossoms over his face at that.]

Well, I'll compare you to the books. Dad says it's bad to rely only on one source of information.

From:

parumcanis

[He snorts.]

I'll win. I'm alive--books aren't. So I'll always know better.

From:

bitty_justice

But books are older.

[He points this out with a firm nod, like it's the be-all-end-all argument - or, at the very least, a be-all-end-all argument; you can be quite certain he's got a few more of these in his back pocket. And, indeed, as soon as it's delivered, he switches abruptly to another topic, with full earnestness:]

Would you like to be friends?

From:

parumcanis

Old isn't good.

[Not always. Sirius is already an expert in old, rimed with dust and cobwebs and traditions so thick no one remembers why you're practicing them. At Edgeworth's question, he squints a little, thoughtfully--]

Why are you asking me?

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles bites slightly at the inside of his lip. He has an answer for that:]

Because I would like to be, and it's polite to ask rather than assume things.

[But he wonders if he jumped ahead too quickly. He hopes he wasn't...assuming Sirius' friendliness meant a desire to be friends.]

From:

parumcanis

But it's being friends. You don't ask--

[The formality of asking seems strange. You just know, that's the way Sirius has always thought of it. Granted, he's not had much of a chance to make true friends with people, outside of cousins and third cousins and all--]

We already are, aren't we?

From:

bitty_justice

Are we?

[Admittedly, Miles' friend-related experience is...limited. To a certain extent. In that he's had only two before. He asked them, too...And their reaction was about the same.

He just thinks it's polite, really.]

Then - um - okay. We're friends.

From:

parumcanis

Good.

[He nods, firmly--and it still seems strange to have to announce it, but at least they both know, for certain, that they're friends. There's good in that.]

No matter what houses we're sorted into, yeah?

From:

bitty_justice

Obviously.

[Miles smiles, more confident. He didn't say anything weird - or not so weird that Sirius was weirded out, anyway - and now things are clear and out in the open. And he took a risk, and it paid off.]

It'd be stupid to end it just because of that. I hope there aren't people who actually do that.

From:

parumcanis

Well-- there are.

[He kicks his heel against the bench, staring at the floor a moment. So far, he has had several dangerous thoughts, expressed a few dangerous opinions--and nothing has happened to him. It's with an air of decisiveness and daring that he looks up at Edgeworth.]

But they're stupid. It doesn't matter.

From:

bitty_justice

[Sirius is looking at him a bit strangely, like this is some important proclamation; Miles doesn't know why, but he nods nevertheless, firmly.]

That's very stupid. [Still - ] But I think maybe I'll ask to be in Gryffindor, then. Just because it would be easier if we were in the same house.

From:

parumcanis

[I might not be in Gryffindor, but Sirius can't say that aloud. He keeps that to himself, because he's ashamed that he's even thought, for a second, about being in Gryffindor. It's basically a betrayal to his family, isn't it?

Edgeworth's proclamation distracts him anyways, and he grins a little.]

Well-- you can't ask. It's the Sorting Hat that decides it.

From:

bitty_justice

Um -

[Well, that's - Incomprehensible, honestly.]

What's the...Sorting Hat?

From:

parumcanis

[Totally self-assured, he answers breezily, like this is a very obvious and simple fact of life. (Because it is.)]

The Hat decides what house you're going to be in, of course. There's the Sorting at the start of every term--they put the Hat on you and it chooses which house you'll be in. It reads things right out of your head and gives you a test.

And it sings.

Edited Date: 2013-09-11 06:20 pm (UTC)