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STUFF GOES IN HERE

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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)

From:

bitty_justice

A - a test.

[The sudden stress on Miles' face is very, very clear. He wishes suddenly that he'd read more than he did.]

About...what?

From:

parumcanis

Well-- you don't have to do anything.

[As a second year, Sirius will be all too ready to terrorise poor innocent firsties with tales of THE TEST. As a poor innocent firstie himself, Sirius is... less certain of what the test will entail.]

My cousin tried to tell me that they send you up against a dragon, but she's not a very good liar. It's a test in your head.

From:

bitty_justice

[And Miles nearly droops. Then that means - ]

They're testing knowledge, then. How good you are. We'll be separated out into - knowledge groups, won't we? So we won't be in the same lessons.

From:

parumcanis

Nooo--

[He peels open one of his licorice tongues, pulling a vague face at it.]

It isn't a test like that. It isn't about skills--it's about what you have. Qualities.