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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.

From:

bitty_justice

Oh.

[Well, that's not so bad.]

So it sees if we're brave or that sort of thing? Is it psychic?

From:

parumcanis

Not psychic. Psychic is a muggle thing. It's just--

[He frowns, quietly, unsure of how to define this.]

It just knows. It's been around for ages--since Hogwarts was founded, nearly. That's before Merlin.

From:

bitty_justice

[Miles wrinkles his nose a little bit, because he doesn't really see the difference between psychic powers and magical mind-reading like they mentioned in the introduction to the Book of Spells. But if Sirius says no, then Miles believes him, especially when he has that thoughtful expression on his face.]

Well, could it know when someone wants to be in the same House as their friends? I mean - it seems like you should be able to go into a different House if you wanted to. Especially since it's not good if only people who are alike are collected into any given House.

[Miles nods firmly, because he has another little bit of Truth to impart:]

My dad says you should always seek out those who aren't like you and who think differently from you, because those are the people who will open your eyes to the truth and help you grow.

From:

parumcanis

Your dad says all that?

[He scoffs--but his smile is more impressed than anything else. That is a great deal of wisdom bestowed upon Edgeworth; even if he's not sure of what it means, precisely, he can tell that much.]

I dunno. Maybe the Sorting Hat thinks the same as your dad. That sounds wise, anyways. But if everyone was different, they wouldn't get on. There'd be fighting in the houses.