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*And following shortly after, also fresh out of Sorting (the hat's been busy, apparently)*

Aren't you an excitable little boy. Oh my -- and with an exceptionally large head. I'm surprised the Hat fit. *beam*

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*tilts head slightly* It didn't actually sit on my head...

*and is curious, so approaches the newcomer* Where'd you end up? I'm in Gryffindor.

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Oh, so you got stuck with them -- poor boy. I guess you'll just have to do your best, hmm?

I'm in Hufflepuff. Want a muffin?

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*blinks slightly, but shakes it off*

Uhm, sure. What kind are they? Are they fresh? *wide-eyed*

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"Fairly fresh still, I think." Gin still smiles, eerily so, muffin offered in one hand. A muffin.. of DOOM? "I just couldn't keep them all to myself."

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*It's true, Dib HAS had bad experiences with muffins. But then again, he threw that muffin at Zim's head one time and he should be prepared if the rotten little monster shows up again -since the last time it TOTALLY made him flip out- so he accepts a muffin, and tries to ignore the ltitle shiver that he gets from that so-nice-and-big smile.*

Thanks. This may come in handy for SAVING THE WORLD later!

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"Oh, such a bright young man, off to save the world. I'm sure the.. muffin... will come in handy. Now if you'll excuse me... I have some mail to send. But perhaps I'll see you around? I can't wait to see what wonderful work you do, saving the world and all. Bye bye~!"

Gin waves and saunters off to figure out how to send mail with those damn birds.

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*watches him go,tilts head* Huh. He seemed nice. But that smile was kinda creepy.

*shakes his head, starts wandering along the halls looking for teachers, classrooms, the house dorm, and so on.*

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"Lost?" Hyde leans against the wall, perfectly relaxed. Turning to face the speck of a student, he add, "Don't worry, that's two of us."

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*looks up as, wandering around, passes by another new face.*

Yeah.. I guess I'm kinda lost. *grins a little* I wish they had... I dunno, MAPS or something. I'm looking for my house dorm. D'you know where the Gryffindor rooms are?

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"No idea. I'm looking for Ravenclaw myself. Jekyll usually navigates, but he's off sulking at the moment. Stupid bastard, always gone when you need him." Realizing that he's ranting, Hyde stops and shakes his head. "Anyways, the teachers are walking maps if you can find them. Most of them are nice enough, but never agree to-" Hyde winces. "Oh, shit."

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*eyes widen, startled by the sudden expletive. He glances around quickly, as if looking for danger, and his small frame tenses visibly*

What? What is it?

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Despite being in considerable pain, Hyde laughs at the kid's reaction. "Don't worry about it, he woke up is all. You might want to leave, though. This isn't pretty." He winces again. "You wouldn't happen to know where to find a bathroom, would you? The staff mention it at all?"

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"He"? *wonders, and then bites his lip and quickly looks here and there.* Uhm... maybe that way? I wish someone had told me... sorry?

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"Are you doing this out here to humiliate me?" he mutters. "Bastard, I don't care if you are me, you're getting it for this one." Noticing the kid's look of genuine terror, Hyde pulls his coat over his head and slides to the floor. "Stay out of the *urg* corridors. I'm not the *ech* worst out here. Go watch a *mph* sorting or something."

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*marches up, carrying one of the school broomsticks, his wand, a flag in his back pocket, and a pail of water. And of course Hobbes, who, depending on your frame of reference, he's either just carefully set down a couple of feet away from him, or is smirking expectantly nearby with his paws on his hips.*

*Calvin drops the bucket in front of Dib, and with a scowl, takes out a sheet of notebook paper and reads:*

"This is a poem! Please do what you're told!
And this is a bucket of water, ice cold!"

*gripping hair in consternation and fury*

"Please take this water and dump it on me!
Don't hesitate! Do it ASAP!"

*folds paper back up, tucks into pocket, and looks at Dib in piteous resignation*

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*blinks for just a second.* Hey, you're... a kid like me! *He tosses a nervous glance over his shoulder at the man mumbling and going rgh and augh to himself in the coat in the corner, but is even MORE distracted by the odd scene before him. Is that a... He squints. For a SECOND, just a split-second, he thought he saw... an actual... bipedal tiger... With SUNGLASSES?? No, it's just the light. Light and shadows and that's just a doll over there- his head's playing tricks with him, not for the first time.*

Uhm... *looks at the kid and the bucket* I... don't think I want to go doing that on... my first day here. I mean, that's pretty rotten, isn't it...?

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Like you? Like you how? *ignoring J&H, because, man, he gets weirder things with his Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs these days*

*sulky* Hobbes and I were playing Calvinball. I ran into a Pernicious Poem Place. You don't have to pour the water on me *hopefully, then resigned again* but you can. It's a forfeit. *screws up face, waiting for it, then opens one eye to see what Dib does*

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Well, I mean... you're... a KID. My age. I've only seen one other kid our ages around here... *trails off, and shakes his head.* I won't pour any water on you. But... what's 'calvinball'? I've never heard of it...

*grins dryly, then* For that matter, I really haven't heard much about ANY game that isn't 'throw the dodgeball at the freaky bigheaded kid until he falls down'.

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Well, sure. There's some other kids around. *waves hand vaguely, not very interested* Squee and Alice and that goody-two-shoes girl I tried to put in Sparklypoo the other day.

You won't? *smirks and sticks out his tongue at Hobbes, who rolls his eyes* I told you so!

*back to Dib* Calvinball is the best game ever devised in the history of all humankind! By me. Oh, I'm Calvin, by the way, and this is Hobbes! Anyway, Calvinball isn't like all those obnoxious team sports where people are always telling you to stand someplace or go someplace or yelling at you for not doing things right. It's...it's stupendous! And it's only gotten better since I got here, because I've formulated special new rules for playing on broomsticks!

*looking back at Hobbes* I have not fallen off fourteen times! Ten, maybe.

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*gingerly, sort of ... tasting the words before he says them, almost*

Could... you teach me how to play?

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*blinks* You want to play? Sure! Okay! So, right now, the score is Q to 12, and Hobbes is still under a Pig Latin Proviso, but the green and the argyle flags have been captured and the Calvinball is...

*notices that Dib doesn't have a broomstick, or wand* Oh, wait. Did you just get Sorted? Do you know how to fly, yet? Where did you get Sorted?

((I'm planning on doing an open rp Calvinball post at some point fairly soon, but it's going to require a bit of thinking because, dude. Calvinball. XD The main rule is that you make everything up as you go along.))

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*attempts to process the 'score' and other information, and completely fails. Makes quite a face before shaking out of it.*

Huh? Oh. Yeah. I just sorted not very long ago. I'm Dib, Gryffindor. *He's way too happy about this* I don't... know how to fly yet. I didn't know we COULD. *is starting to get that glazed over oh my god I can't believe this is happening! look again, murmurs to himself in awe.*

We can -fly- here...

What House are you? Can you show me where the Gryffindor rooms are?

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Of course I can! I mean, I'm in Gryffindor, too, so that's easy, but I know how to get everywhere anyway. People don't even try to keep the passwords secret.

And flying's awesome! Although people do tend to get kind of annoyed if you do it inside. *hands Dib his broomstick* Here, that's one of the school brooms. I wanted my own, but Mom and Dad said I didn't need one since the school lets you borrow them, and I didn't take care of my bike back at home. *rolls eyes* Because it was trying to kill me! Not that they ever listened.

*scoops up Hobbes, then dashes off - trotting backwards, still talking at Dib* Gryffindor's this way! Do you have any luggage or anything? I know how to make things float in the air, if they're too heavy to carry!

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*clutches broom ackwardly, startled to feel a slight -tremblor- seeming to emanate from deep in the grain of the wood- like an energy field shifted around under his hands. So that's what magic's supposed to feel like... gah, it's so much CLEARER here...... He hurries to catch up to Calvin, having lost a few seconds in his reflecting, grinning at the other boy's chatter.*

Nope, no suitcases, I kinda came as I am. There are passwords? Wow, that's kinda neat! Do they change and stuff? How do you make stuff float?

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Oh, it's simple! You just wave your wand *takes his own out, still running backward* and say "Winguardium Leviosa!"

*shows off swish-and-flick motion. Several notebooks left out by studying students begin floating in midair.* Um. I meant to do that! As a demonstration! Um. C'mon, before they come back!

*turns round and begins dashing up the stairs towards Gryffindor*

((How old is Dib, btw? I know not his fandom. Calvin is six - I get the feeling Dib's older?))

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(( Dib's between 11 and 12. He used to get beat up a lot though, and picked on at his old school, so he's reticent about social things and still sort of in shock that people are being NICE to him here. XD He's also a tiny kid with a big head. ))

Huh, a wand... *frowns* Where do I get a wand? Do you guys make them yourselves? Are we supposed to do that? I read in "Spooky Secrets and Mystical Mumblings" that real wizards and witches make their own wands out of trees and crystals! Well, and with the blood of pigeons or pigs but...

*follows Calvin, watching the floating books warily, as if he expects them to suddenly sprout big booky fangs and start flying at his head.*

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((Heh. I'm finding it hilarious that the head-to-body dimensions seem to be so similar for both of them...but that's just how Watterson draws kids, so I'm assuming Calvin's a totally normal-looking (except when he's making a face, or something) little boy with perpetually messy hair. He gets picked on quite a bit, too, of course, but hyperactive imagination makes him pretty unsinkably self-confident))

*bounds up the stairs* Well, I got mine from this mad-scientist looking guy, only I think he got turned into a giant piece of popcorn a few days ago. You should ask someone who's from here! The werewolf teacher guy in charge of Transmogrification's pretty nice, you could ask him. He lives in Ravenclaw and I'm nearly sure he doesn't eat people.

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Susan, passing by, catches a glimpse of Dib and Calvin. She stops and watches them for a few minutes, and then goes on her way, deeply amused.

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(((OOC: What's that about Wisconsin? *confused wisconsinite*)))

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