::Open RP - Welcome to the Confusion!::

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So, the talking hat (which was somehow more intimidating than a talking fridge) had placed Satou in Ravenclaw. The trouble was,he had no idea what that meant, and the bizarre little bug-eyed big-eared creatures he'd seen scuttling around unnerved him too much to try and ask.

He had, however, taken Kurama's promise of free room and board to heart, and a bit of wandering had lead him to the Great Hall, which happened to have a modest buffet laid out. Jackpot! Before anyone could tell him he couldn't, he took a plate and began piling on fish and chips (mostly fish).

That was the board part seen to. Now he needed to sort out the room.

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Not having expected to see anyone at eye level, Satou gave her a rather surprised look. She was about Misaki's age, apparently, and cute in a ragamuffin sort of way. He could feel himself starting to flush under the pressure of her gaze.

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River continued to stare, tilting her head to the side after a moment. She could read this guy like a book. A big one, with small words in large font and pictures in case you don't get the hint. He was a buggy one, all right.

"Ravenclaw, huh," she mused after a while. "Interesting choice."

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"What?" He didn't think he'd seen her at his sorting. How had she known? Were people talking about him? Whispering, gossiping, giggling... they were, weren't they? Laughing behind his back!

"Why not?"

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"No reason why not, really," she said vaguely. He was nervous and paranoid, but he was awfully smart, under all that stupid. Still, he was mucked down by his own lack of motivation, unfortunately.

That didn't mean she wouldn't mess with him a little, though.
"You know, if you really want to blame someone for making interesting anime, you should blame the writers, not the station showing them."

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Maybe she'd been listening. Spying.

"The station pays the studios, and the studios pay the writers," he explained. "And the station shows them, exposing vulnerable people to a life of mindless servitude and enslavement!" He may or may not have been thinking of Yamazaki's collection of memorabilia.

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"What about series based on Manga? Sure, the writers are paid, but they make up the stories themselves."

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"The writers are agents of the conspiracy!" he raved, not pausing to further wonder how she knew his theory. "The NHK has agents everywhere. For all I know, you're with them."

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"I'm not a writer," she said mildly, "I'm a cook." status that she was quite proud of.

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"Did you ask all this?" he asked incredulously.

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"No, but I cook with A." She smiled a little. "Special things that the house elves don't think to make."

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Was A a person? That was an odd name. or maybe itt was a nickname. "Are house elves those... little gobliny things? I wasn't sure if other people saw them."

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"I can see them, I'm pretty sure everyone else can." She smiled. "They're normal for here. Not like, you know, furniture coming to life, or anything like that."

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Satou choked at that. She was worse than Misaki!

"I know it doesn't really," he mumbled.

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"Not usually. Unless you cast a charm on the furniture. Would you like me to show you?"

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"I don't understand."

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She took her wand out from its hiding place in her sleeve, pointing at one of the chairs positioned innocently against one wall. she cast a movement spell (she had seen one like it done on some brooms by an overachieving mouse, once, but there were no wells here that she knew of, thus no chance of flooding) and beckoned the chair to come over. Its legs buckled a moment, and then it galloped across the hall to stand next to her.

"Like so."

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"Oh!" It was something from out of his hallucinations, but it seemed very, very real, and he shivered.

"That's disturbing."

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"And useful," River added brightly, sitting in the chair. It danced in place a second and took her around the hall once while she hung on, grinning all the while. The ride stopped again in front of Satou, and she looked down at him. "Not to mention tons of fun. I was thinking of racing someone once I figured out how to cast it on two at the same time."

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"Racing chairs?" He giggled nervously. "How fast do they go?"

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She shrugged. "No clue. Once the snow melts, I'll try it out. Safer to fall on grass than on stone floors, right?"

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"That depends," Satou said gloomily. "There could be a snake hiding in the grass, or rusty nails."

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"The odds of that happening..." she rattled off a few variables that the mun can't be arsed to try and figure out, and then shrugged. "About 1752 to one, if my math is right. I'll take those chances. Besides, it isn't like any of us can die here."

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"Someone told me that. About not being able to die here." He gave her a haunted look. "How do you stand it?"

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She shrugged. "Mostly I don't think about it. Death is an adventure I'm not ready for."

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"You make it sound as bad as living," he said with a twitch.