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Scabior stared at the kid as he went on to his thoughts, denouncing what him and Hengist were saying. Shooting Hengist down made sense, since the man seemed to be the type who just spoke just to hear the sound of his own voice (though Dash would say in his defence he wasn't really spoken to that much so it made sense).
He truly hadn't expected him to say so much...and with actual thought behind the whole thing as well.
Maybe there was hope for today's youth after all?
"Though I applaud your answer, I only gave you two options." He finally said, shooting the kid down but not completely. Still though, he had only give him two. He didn't say to form his own opinion. "The why is important though...." Eh. Fine. The kid earned that, since a lot of his 'maybe's' had been right. Basically.
"The spell was invented in the seventh century." He repeated, just because he could. And he was right. "The reason why was due to some really close Wizard and Muggle encounters. In the seventh century small pox spread into Europe, and Wizards had their way of staying protected but Muggles didn't, so really they were scared by anything seen as unclean that could possibly carry the disease. I mean its ridiculous." He shrugged. Mice didn't carry the disease. "But it scared them anyways, so some wizard made the spell to transfigure his rolls so he could have mice around his house to scare off the Muggles...then people started picking it up."
And so, the moral of this history lesson was that;
Scabior was right. There kid, there was your why.
The painting didn't say a word, he seemed stunned by what had been said and was struggling to say something else, but it was okay the kid filled the silence.
"Do I look like the lady on the train pushing a trolley full of sweets?" Really? The kitchen was just a few floors down. "What's your name?"
"They were dumb options." West commented seriously. "At least without more stuff to know to make a proper choice." Which now he DID know cos this dude was saying stuff.
"His rolls." Repeated. "So I'm right then, it wasn't made for books to begin with. Does that mean it still works on scrolls and stuff? Or has the spell changed
too?" Curious question. "I choose 7th Century now." After all the information.
WAIT. WAIT. WHAT? HOLD UP!
West's jaw dropped.
"There was a lady with sweets on the train?" Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo oooooooooooooooo. He'd wasted his train journey with prefects and crazy cats!
It was the END OF THE WORLD.
He did manage to get his name out though. "West Odessa."